Chapter 122 I Don’t Want This Twist!

Facing the old man in white, Wang Ling took five seconds to calm down his thoughts, and then with difficulty determined a fact.

This Three Saints recognized the wrong person...

Koro-sensei, whose Tao name is Killing Master, is the strange man who ranks first on the international killer rankings.

This was not the first time Wang Ling had heard of this. The last time was when the 36D Shadow Stream girl tried to invade No. 59 Middle School.

Looking at the old man in white who seemed to have forgotten all his hatred, Wang Ling was suddenly speechless.

Little did he know that in just a blink of an eye, he would be mistaken for a Taoist who specializes in killing animals...

And... after this old Taoist identified himself as the "Taoist of Killing Life", what the hell was this shy expression like that of an inexperienced little sister! ? Damn it! ? Could it be that this guy is actually gay? ! He doesn’t want this turn of events!

Seeing that Wang Ling was silent, the Three Saints were determined and thought that Wang Ling was acquiescing. He was as excited as a primary school student about to go on a spring outing. His smile was like a bright chrysanthemum: "Senior Taoist Killer! It turns out it's really you!"

Wang Ling: "..."

"I've heard for a long time about the magical power of my seniors who can destroy enemies in the blink of an eye. It's really better to see it this time than to hear it once." The old man in white sighed with some shame.

"..."

Wang Ling looked at the old Taoist's broken arm that was still bleeding. The wound was bleeding like a fountain due to the residual power of the previous wave and the excitement of the old Taoist just now. With this amount of bleeding...that is, in the personal transformation stage, ordinary people would have been fooled by it long ago!

"Senior, are you worried about my injury? Don't worry, this wound is nothing. All of this is the result of my inferior skills..."

Wang Ling stared at the old man in white and wanted to say, you are thinking too much...

The old Taoist took out the medicinal powder he had brought with him and sprinkled it on the wound, and the bleeding quickly stopped. But the pain caused by the broken arm and the excitement after identifying Wang Ling as the "killing Taoist" made the old Taoist's face look red and white, as if he was a showgirl, which was as strange as possible.

"Although we are acting under orders this time, if we knew that the senior Taoist Killer was here, we would never take action! Cruelty has always been the belief of my Ten Saints. Only those who are more cruel than us are worth learning from! Back then, Killing Life When the senior Taoist was ruling the world of cultivation, we were just little saplings waiting to be fed!" When the old Taoist said this, the corners of his eyes were shining, and he couldn't help but cry with emotion.

Wang Ling: "..."

The tears were real, and the emotion was also real. Wang Ling knew that these were the thoughts of the old man in white. If there was even the slightest hint of fraud, Wang Ling's psychic powers would be able to detect it immediately.

Facing an enemy who had completely lost his killing intent and lost his ability to fight, and who could only express his emotions with his mouth, Wang Ling knew that it was impossible to take action...

What struck Wang Ling most strangely was that he had never clearly expressed any attitude until the plot had developed so far! It's all the wishful thinking of this old man in white!

And it is obvious that the old Taoist in white clothes has been completely immersed in his infinite imagination and is completely unable to extricate himself: "... Senior brother and second senior brother died unjustly! If they knew that the senior Taoist Killer was here, I think they would not Will take action!"

Wang Ling frowned as he listened to what the white-clothed old man said. To be honest, this situation is giving him a headache.

Maybe if we had simply killed all these people from the beginning, and then passed the blame on to Lord Throwing Thunder, there wouldn't have been so many troubles...

But Wang Ling really rarely kills people unless he is really threatened. This is also the education Wang Ling received from his parents since childhood.

The power you are born with is for self-protection, not for trampling on life wantonly... Otherwise, what is the difference between yourself and those protagonists in novels who kill people without distinction and just have fun? !

If you kill this Three Saints, four Saints and Five Saints will come to trouble you one after another... Wang Ling frowned because he was thinking. He felt that there must be a more satisfactory solution to this matter than simple and crude murder. .

At this time, another voice came from the three saints: "Senior, are you still worried about the Stone Ghost Face?"

Wang Ling raised his head and looked at the old man in white seriously, wanting to hear his attitude.

The white-clothed old man smiled: "Senior, don't worry, we will not fight for the Stone Ghost Face again. After I go back this time, I will explain the situation to them. Even if I disobey the castle master's order, I will not participate in the action to capture the Stone Ghost Face again."

These words were sincere. Wang Ling did not find any flaws and nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing Wang Ling nod, the Three Saints knew that the other party was not angry, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "After this matter is over, I will choose to retire and will not participate in any disputes from now on. It can be regarded as a little self-punishment for the offending senior."

After saying that, he covered his broken arm and bowed to Wang Ling: "This time, we are really offended! Please forgive me, senior!"

Wang Ling: "..." He killed the two generals on the opposite side through backlash. In the end, he even apologized to himself. At this point, Wang Ling no longer knew what to say.

Now, Wang Ling's mood is very complicated...

Sansheng: "In that case, I won't disturb senior...but before leaving, can senior agree to one more small request of mine?"

Wang Ling looked confused: "?"

The old Taoist in white had a flash of light on his left hand, and a marker appeared in an instant. He then handed it to Wang Ling, then slowly turned around and pointed to his back: "Please sign my name here, senior!"

"..."

Wang Ling thought about it, and finally peeled off the pen cap and wrote four words: Serve the country with loyalty...

Signature: Taoist killer, gift...

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The chaos ended, Wang Ling took back his clone, and Master Diulei had returned from the parent-teacher meeting on behalf of Wang's father and mother.

The security captain at the door had woken up, and the white foam at the corners of his mouth had dried up. When he saw Master Diulei coming back, he immediately grabbed his sleeve and said in a confused manner: "Master! Master, be careful! There is a Lei Feng who wants to demolish your house!"

Master Diulei: "..."

When he got home, Master Diulei found that he was tied with "special effects" fighting lions all over his body, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

What happened in the past two hours? !

After checking the inventory of cinnabar in the villa, Master Diulei suddenly felt like crying, because Wang Ling had used it all up! Not even a drop was left! He mixed all the cinnabar with Xuanchen powder. According to the current market value of Xuanchen powder... Wang Ling spent at least one million yuan in this talisman!

This must be Wang Ling's bad taste...

He decided that the next time Wang Ling came to his house, he would collect all the cinnabar in advance... to prevent this wasteful thing from using up everything!