Chapter 57 Decision

The threat of the flying knife in Momo's eyes has far exceeded that of Agaganto's previous performance, and the speed and strength are beyond Moumodo's surprise.

There is another place that cannot be ignored. The flying knife was quietly taken away by the young man from Moumado.

What is his identity?

Time can no longer be considered.

A dark machete appeared in Moumado's hand, waving the flying knife thrown by Shangye Hetu. The two knives touched in an instant and rubbed out a series of sparks.

"Big boss, smoke." Agaganto got up with difficulty, took out the cigar he was reluctant to smoke from his pocket, and put it on Ye Hetu.

Ye Hetu held Agaganto's cigar in his hand. He didn't know how to ignite it, smoked a cigarette, and spit out a mouthful of gray smoke. He looked at Mou Moduo's efforts to deal with the flying knife as if nothing had happened.

"Good job."

Ye Hetu dropped a sentence, threw a yellow pill to Agagantuo, and walked straight to Moumado. A white light came. Ye Hetu reached out and grabbed it, looking like he was doing nothing.

Agagantuo quickly swallowed the pills given to him by Ye Hetu, and a wave of warmth spread to his internal organs. He Changfeng ran over. The master appeared, and then he looked good.

"You must have hidden something." He Changfeng looked at the slowly recovering Agagantuo and thought carefully.

Agaganto stretched out and shared the last two cigars. He smiled cheaply and said, "You know too much."

"I'm a grass." He Changfeng drew a middle finger, and the two ignited separately. He Changfeng said with great pleasure, "Since you can work for your master, when have I been timid?"

The words are sonorous and powerful.

He Changfeng's body also began to change slowly. A flash of brilliance flashed in Agagantuo's eyes. He Changfeng fought side by side with him for countless times and knew a lot about each other. However, today, the two finally had nothing hidden, except for some quirks that had not been clearly understood between them.

"My strength can be on the dragon list." He Changfeng said frankly.

"Damn, it's so awesome." The cigarette in Agaganto's mouth fell to the ground and said very exaggeratedly that He Changfeng, who was at the peak of the tiger list, actually hid the strength of the dragon list. How could he not be surprised?

"It's not very awesome." He Changfeng shook his head generously.

Agagantuo kicked He Changfeng's buttocks. He Changfeng did not dodge. He was in close contact on the spot. Both of them had a tendency to be abused, and ordinary people could not pass it at all.

"Pretise your mother-fuck." Agagantuo scolded.

A touch of imperceptible sadness flashed in He Changfeng's eyes and said lightly, "I don't have a mother or father. The only thing I remember in my life is the master who taught me kung fu, who has been dead for nearly ten years. The person I will never forget is the master. He taught me a lot of principles of life, and what makes me more happy is that he can take me to kill.

"This child is born to be a violent maniac." Agaganto muttered in a low voice.

"Sometimes I also ask myself what I want in my life. The only person who can answer me is the master."

"What did he tell you?"

"Don't be greedy for anything, just live happily."

"What do you think is a happy life?"

Agagantuo and He Changfeng are rarely serious today, and they actually discuss their ideals in life.

"A person like the master wants to stand at the top of the world. Perhaps the happiest thing about him in that place is to see his style." He Changfeng looked at the back of his master Ye Hetu and said.

Agagantuo's eyes met with He Changfeng tacitly, looked at Ye Hetu's back, and said, "Do you know him very well?"

He Changfeng then smiled bitterly. After talking with his master for so long, he really didn't know much about it. If he could see through a person so easily, Ye Hetu was not Ye Hetu.

"So do you think his goal is the top of the world?" Agaganto's words are the finishing touch.

He Changfeng was relieved that they had never understood the master's pursuit. These days, he also gradually understood Kunlun, a mysterious Chinese sect. Some people understood the weight of the chief disciple under Kunlun's seat. The master killed Kunlun alone two years ago. He didn't know what the purpose was and how much he got. Compared with this He Changfeng sighed that he was not as good as himself, and even far away.

"It's not just you, do you know what the old man in my family thinks of him?" Agaganto sighed that so far, he is glad that Ye Hetu is not standing on the level of opposition, and there is only a dead end to be an enemy with such a powerful person.

The Solomon family, one of the twelve golden families, seems to be extremely powerful. In fact, it only takes one person to destroy this family. The Oriental Shura decades ago, today's Ye Hetu, is what the old man said personally.

"Let's talk about it." He Changfeng is not interested. He always wants to know more about his master, which is a fanaticism of worship. The sacred image established by Ye Hetu in his heart has been deeply rooted.

"King of the East."

Agaganto's eyes floated into the distance. He Changfeng looked up at the distant sky and whispered, "When the master returns, I, He Changfeng, will not appear in the world. I will silently find a job and spend the rest of my life in a down-to-earth manner. Except for the master, even if there is a big deal, I will not go out of the mountain."

"Have you made a decision now?" Agaganto was not very convinced by He Changfeng's answer.

"Hmm." He Changfeng doesn't have much explanation.

"I'm almost the same as you."

Agagantuo shrugged his shoulders and followed Ye Hetu. He experienced countless storms and waves. There were many things that he couldn't see before. Now he has an insight into it. There is no need for too many wonderful things in life. There is a period that is enough to slowly recall after many years.

"Then a big sum today?"

"Oi, no problem."

The two big hands are clenched together.

He Changfeng, Agagantuo, the two did not deliberately hide their strength. Ye Hetu said that he would leave all the people and would not be untrustworthy. If they did it, they had to strictly implement it according to the above words. Whether they could be completed is a small matter, and it was a big thing if they didn't try their best.

The tombs of the thirteen emperors are not allowed for the descendants of China to make trouble here.

Although Agaganto is not Chinese, Ye Hetu is a real Chinese. Otherwise, the incident in the Vatican would not have happened. The defeat of the Pope and the Holy Order is in the hands of Ye Hetu alone, which is worthy of being called the descendants of China!

Agaganto, the scum of the Solomon family, is cynical, but he also has people he admire.

This person is Ye Hetu, who was called the King of the East by his grandfather!

The smoke has been extinguished. He Changfeng and Agagantuo made a decision. The two walked hand in hand towards those new people, step by step, causing the momentum to be extremely depressing.

Moumodor retreated in the hands of Ye Hetu, and delicate beads of sweat appeared on his wrinkled face. The only young man who could force him to this point was Ye Hetu.

"What is your identity!" Moumodo said silently. In his impression, there seemed to be no Ye Hetu, and there was no news about Ye Hetu from the golden family and the hermit family in the East. Ye Hetu has been alone for two years.

"Guess." Ye Hetu said easily that the old man of the Shiva family was a little confused.

Suddenly, a message flashed through Mou Moduo's mind, which was intermittent and vague.

"Is it that you are that person!" Moumado was surprised. He had heard some rumors about Ye Hetu. There were many people. In his opinion at that time, there were many exaggerated elements. If he knew that Agaganto's grandfather did something because of Ye Hetu, he would not think so.

"You may have answered right." Ye Hetu smiled and said, and the tone of the words turned, which made some people onlookers shiver.

"But you still can't escape death today!"

There is no reservation for the domineering in the language.

(Ps: Although the time is very tight since the holiday, there are always, and there are also computers. Obviously, you can't fall asleep safely without typing.)