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That year, when Loong Xiaoyun was still a child, he witnessed his mother being beaten to death with his own eyes. The culprit was Wife Wang of Loong Family, and the one who did this to him was Loong Biao.

Loong Xiaoyun knew that Loong Biao was also forced, but the hatred for killing his mother was irreconcilable. Loong Xiaoyun always kept in mind to avenge his mother. Helpless, Loong Biao still had a bit of status in the Loong Family. Moreover, he had the First Heaven of Third Grade's Cultivation Level.

That's why Loong Xiaoyun didn't dare to say anything. The enemy was clearly in front of him, yet he couldn't do anything? He had to endure, he had to wait, wait until he had enough strength, then he could take Loong Biao in.

How could Loong Biao not know that Loong Xiaoyun hated him to the bone? If he was just a bastard child that no one cared about, he could just ignore him. But being abandoned by Loong Zhantian and then adopted by Loong Zhanhai, the authority of Loong Zhanhai was similarly something Loong Biao could not challenge.

The left was not a human, the right was not a human. Loong Biao, who was struggling to survive in the crevice, was extremely distressed. They could only bow their heads and bow in respect to everyone. Perhaps one day, he might die without a complete corpse. However, that day hadn't arrived yet, so Loong Biao was living a life of luxury. It would be better to die than to live.

"Big sister, let's go. Someone will definitely be surprised to see us safe and sound!" Loong Xiaoyun curled his lips and ignored Loong Biao. Instead, he deliberately mentioned another key character.

"Someone's here? Younger Brother Yun, who are you talking about? " Loong Ziyuan didn't understand what was going on, so she seemed confused.

"Elder sister, please think about it carefully. Who told us to come here and fill this place with water? Do you even need to ask?" As Loong Xiaoyun spoke, his eyes revealed a murderous look.

"Loong Xiaochuan? "It can't be?" Loong Ziyuan wanted it like a rattle drum. He didn't dare to believe that Loong Xiaochuan had something to do with this. He was only twelve years old! Although Loong Xiaochuan is a bit mischievous, how could he know a killer like Hei Lian? Impossible, no matter what, you are still blood brothers! "

"Brother? "Humph!" Loong Xiaochuan coldly snorted, "When did he treat me as his blood brother? Maybe he's still young, so the person behind him is not small! "

"The person behind him? "Ahhh!" This time, Loong Ziyuan completely understood Loong Xiaoyun's meaning. Loong Xiaochuan may have only known about it and cooperated, but he couldn't contact Hei Lian. However, his mother, Wife Wang of Loong Family, was entirely possible. Loong Ziyuan covered her mouth in shock, not daring to say another word. This matter was extremely serious, and no matter if it was Wife Wang of Loong Family's doing or not, it was possible that it was done to the entire Loong Family. With Loong Ziyuan's intelligence, she chose to keep her mouth shut.

"Hei Lian!" When Loong Biao heard the name, his heart couldn't help but tremble. He looked around in doubt and found a huge black sickle. He then asked in surprise, "Young Master, Miss, you couldn't have been ambushed by Hei Lian, right? He is one of the three great assassins of Yancheng, even if your subordinate sees him, I will detour around him, how can you all … "

"How could he still be standing right in front of you?" Loong Xiaoyun asked coldly.

"Yes, it's said that Hei Lian's Cultivation Level is around the Fifth Heaven of Second Grade, and it's also said that he has a very unique technique that can cause one's mind to become muddled. Even people with a higher Cultivation Level can't escape his evil hands. To put it bluntly, with young master and young miss's Cultivation Level, even if ten young masters and young ladies worked together, they still wouldn't be Hei Lian's match! This subordinate was only shocked, not doubting the young master or the young mistress! " Loong Biao said respectfully.

"You don't need to know what happened. All you need to know is that I killed Hei Lian with my own hands, and his Yancheng no longer has the name Hei Lian!" Loong Xiaoyun said in a domineering manner. Even though he was a Cultivation Level with Fifth Heaven of First Grade, his words contained the aura of a king. Loong Biao didn't know why he was sweating so hard. He only knew that Loong Xiaoyun was very scary now, so scary that he didn't even dare to look Loong Xiaoyun in the eye.

"Loong Biao, bring two sets of clothes over. Do you want us to leave just like this?" Loong Xiaoyun ordered.

"Yes, yes, yes, this subordinate will obey!" Loong Biao waved his hand and the two guards took off their coats, passing them to Loong Xiaoyun and Loong Ziyuan. Although the clothes didn't fit him, he wasn't afraid of losing all his clothes.

Loong Xiaoyun was quite interested in the scythe left behind by Hei Lian. It was his first spoil of war, so he had to bring it back no matter what. As for the other things that Hei Lian carried around with him, all of them, with the exception of some crushed silver, were blown into smithereens. Loong Xiaoyun was not afraid either, he had it all in his pocket. However, when Loong Xiaoyun wanted to take the black sickle, he didn't even lift it.

"Yeah, that heavy?" Loong Xiaoyun did not believe in this. He mustered all his strength to lift it up, which showed the weight of the black sickle.

"Young master, do you want me to do this for you?" Loong Biao purposely tried to curry favor with Loong Xiaoyun. He wanted Loong Xiaoyun to get rid of some of his hatred towards him. This way, his future life would be a little easier.

"No need, I can do it myself!" If you can't even hold a weapon, how can you become a powerful warrior? I might as well go home and farm!

Loong Xiaoyun put the black scythe on his shoulder with all his might, and only then did he feel more comfortable. Just as he wanted to leave, he suddenly felt dizzy, as if something ran out from the black scythe and entered his body through his arm.

"AHH!" Hehehe! "Hahahaha!" "Countless souls of indistinct forms entered Loong Xiaoyun's mind, still rushing into the depths of his soul.

"Not good, this black scythe contains a large number of vengeful spirits!" When Loong Xiaoyun realized this, it was already too late. The vengeful spirit seemed to want to occupy Loong Xiaoyun's soul world. If it was really like that, Loong Xiaoyun would either become a soulless person or be controlled by these vengeful spirits.

This feeling was very similar to the fear of Hei Lian's ghost, and it was even more terrifying. Loong Xiaoyun felt that he was once again engulfed by a ghost. His vision became darker and darker!

"F * ck, I've already killed Hei Lian, and you want to behave atrociously like this?!" Loong Xiaoyun shouted. The powerful Soul Nebula started to spin again, like a huge black hole, continuously sucking in the vengeful spirits into the black hole, turning them into its own.

Very quickly, all the ghosts were sucked dry. Not only did those ghosts not swallow Loong Xiaoyun's soul, they even became a part of Loong Xiaoyun. Loong Xiaoyun's eyes slowly recovered. Suddenly, a black ray of light that originally did not belong to him flashed across his eyes!