Chapter 159 The Past of the Nangong Family

Nangong Wuyue and Nangong Sanba were sitting on the sofa in the center of the living room, with Hao Ren and four other people sitting across from them. The scene was like a court trial, and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

However, the biggest source of embarrassment to Hao Ren was Nangong Sanba's Nala Feng name...

"Just laugh if you want," Nangong Sanba sighed. Of course he could tell the expressions on the faces of the people opposite him. Except for Y'zaks, a visitor from another world who didn't know why, even Vivian was a stranger. His face was subtle, "I've wanted to change my name for more than a day or two."

"Is this your real name?" Hao Ren expressed his surprise tactfully, "Well, actually, the name is not important. If you search online, how many people named Wang Dachui and Li Goudan are living well? ...Though I didn't expect a witcher to be called that."

In fact, he didn't tell the whole story: Just these two brothers and sisters, listen to Nangong Wuyue's name. It needs to be literary and artistic, and it needs to be elegant and elegant. How come when it was my brother's turn, he was named Nangong Sanba? He is also a demon hunter - this profession originally belonged to the evil boss gang in Hao Ren's eyes, and as we all know, every villain group must have a lot of high-profile names, but now the one in front of him is called Thirty-eight, this is enough to prove that he is not a good demon hunter - just like a demon king named Wang Daquan is definitely not a good demon king.

Considering that these words would not only greatly irritate Nangong Sanba, but might also cause Y'zaks to recall the past of his seemingly not-so-good hometown, Hao Ren held back and did not say anything.

"The names were given by my mother," Nangong Wuyue glanced at her brother with helplessness on her face, "She didn't know much about people on earth, so she simply named us brothers and sisters according to their birth months. My brother is March 8th. When I was born, I was named Nangong Sanba. When I was born in mid-May of the following year, it was not easy to call me Nangong May 15, so I just called it Nangong Wuyue... Well, it’s that simple.”

Hao Ren glanced at Nangong Sanba: "Actually... Sanba is not a derogatory term, but it is a bit strange to put it on the head of a big man. It is not difficult to change the name now, you can also change it. "

Nangong Sanba's face suddenly straightened: "My body, hair and skin are inherited from my parents, and my name and wealth are passed down to my ancestors. How can I change my name casually? I thought changing my name was just a thought, but I never took it seriously!"

Hao Ren looked at the demon hunter who suddenly became serious in astonishment. He really wanted to slap his thigh and challenge him: As a demon hunter, can't you speak in a way that suits your status? At this time, if you jump up, swing the warhammer and say, "Holy Light, this enemy is worth fighting", is it better to fit the character and attack it than these few classical Chinese sentences?

"My brother is like this, he has a very stubborn temper," Nangong Wuyue sighed, "Sister Vivian, don't be wary. My brother is different from other demon hunters. He will definitely not cause trouble for you, and he I definitely can't beat any of you - oh, I should be able to beat 'Go', and by the way, 'Go' isn't sleeping yet?"

The black and white kitten was strolling through the living room. When it heard someone calling it, it stopped and meowed. It looked at Nangong Sanba with questioning eyes, as if to confirm whether this was the new tenant. Vivian waved the kitten over, held it in her arms and stroked it slowly, while looking up at Nangong Wuyue: "Is it because your brother is mixed-blood that he doesn't have full demon hunter power?"

Nangong Sanba is a dabbler. This has been confirmed since the first time they met in England. Vivian initially thought that he was an ordinary person who accidentally gained the knowledge of the demon hunter. Now it seems that he does have the blood of the demon hunter. It's just a mixed race.

"The bloodline is one thing, and the other reason is that our family's inheritance of demon hunters from my father's generation is incomplete." Nangong Wuyue no longer concealed his family background and simply opened up the conversation, "You should know it, right?" , Demon hunters and humans are not actually the same race, they are only partially similar. The life span of demon hunters is almost as long as that of many aliens, so normal demon hunters all marry within the group, and the younger generation of demon hunters He was inspired and instilled by his parents' power from birth. When he was twelve years old, he began to receive training from his parents and tried to fight independently against weaker evil spirits or other evil spirits. When he was sixteen years old, he left his parents and was sent to It is normal for them to receive three to five years of guidance from senior witchers and be introduced to other witchers. Only then can they truly integrate into the group and be recognized and accepted among their own kind. This was still the case until my grandparents' generation.

"But there was a problem in my father's generation: my grandparents died accidentally when he was thirteen years old, and in the same year, there was an organized counterattack in Asia, and the local demon hunter organization was in chaos. My father's He was just a child at that time, and he cut off contact with the witcher community before he could be introduced to other senior people.”

Vivian nodded thoughtfully: "Thirteen years old... I just started doing combat training, and I haven't turned into an old stubborn yet. Maybe my stubborn prejudice against aliens is not that serious. After all, demon hunters also have thoughts and feelings. Living things are controlled by emotions.”

Nangong Wuyue spread his hands: "This is the situation. Our family has lost contact with the orthodox demon hunters since my father's generation. My father met my mother after wandering for several years, and then 'some things' happened. , they are together.”

As soon as Nangong Wuyue started chatting, she poured out all the past events of her family. She said a lot of things that need not be said. She probably wanted to prove her frankness to offset what she had said to other people before. Although Hao Ren didn't care about concealing the situation, Nangong Wuyue seemed to care about it.

Through Nangong Wuyue's narration, Vivian finally understood how the unprecedented couple came together, and at the same time, she understood what was going on with Nangong Sanba, a half-assed demon hunter: not only was he He's a mixed race, and he hasn't even learned all his skills!

"The inheritance was cut off from my father's generation," Nangong Sanba smiled awkwardly, "After he and my mother got married, of course they couldn't find other demon hunters. In fact, they have been living in seclusion in the mountains since then, just for fear of Discovered by demon hunters or aliens. I learned some half-baked techniques from my dad, and the only ones I learned that were relatively complete were runes and these—"

As Nangong Sanba spoke, he lifted up his large black windbreaker, revealing a small silver crossbow underneath and some strange flying knives, medicine bottles, wooden sticks and other gadgets: "My dad is the only one who knows how to exorcize demons. I can make these things, but I’m not familiar with how to use them. Many exorcism props need to be driven by specific spirits, which I haven’t learned, and my dad doesn’t know how to teach them.”

"What is your attitude towards aliens?" Vivian felt that this question must be asked head-on.

"It would be too false to say that I am a peace lover who hopes to unite all races in the world." Nangong Sanba spread his hands, "I can only say that I have no hostility towards most aliens, unless they take the initiative to trouble me."

Hao Ren still didn't understand a lot about this maverick demon hunter: "Are you in contact with other demon hunters? Are you always alone? Don't they know there is such a special guy like you?"

"Of course I am alone. To be honest, I don't really like those orthodox demon hunters. I know that they will definitely make trouble for me once my situation is exposed." Nangong Sanba nodded, "The structure of the demon hunter Relatively loose, although they are more closely connected than the aliens, they only maintain the minimum organizational form to facilitate the joint strangulation of 'evil'. When there is no joint action, the demon hunters often act alone, just like walking alone. They are just like hunters, so a lone guy like me won't attract their attention. Even if we meet occasionally, I'll pass it off with a few words, and I'll just say that I'm patrolling in another area and rush to carry out my mission." , Nangong Sanba smiled slightly: "They never doubt their own people."

Hao Ren nodded. He had no doubts anymore, but for some reason, he always felt that there was something unexplained about the Nangong brothers and sisters.

Vivian seemed to have thought about it: "Then you two are running around...it seems like you don't just like traveling, right?"

(There was a small mistake, it has been corrected)