Mo Jiuyou!
Bloody Hand Butcher!
Devil Dao giant.
Where it passes, it can stop children from crying.
He was short and skinny, and his wrinkled old face was extremely ugly. Coupled with an aquiline nose and a pair of inverted triangular eyes, just his appearance alone was terrifying.
However, when Bai Zhirou truly began to size up this Old Devil that everyone feared…
A faint sense of familiarity arose in Bai Zhirou's heart.
Furthermore!
Bai Zhirou's originally nervous and fearful emotions were gradually calming down. The uneasiness in her heart was actually faintly disappearing.
This feeling shocked even Bai Zhirou.
Bai Zhirou was puzzled.
She was very puzzled as to why she was suddenly not afraid of the old devil in front of her.
After carefully sizing up the old devil, why did he feel a hint of familiarity?
However, Bai Zhirou was certain.
She had never seen the bloody-handed Tu Mo Jiuyou before.
Moreover, as long as he had seen this old devil's appearance once, it was impossible for him to forget it for the rest of his life.
But why did he feel a sense of familiarity with this old monster?
Bai Zhirou's face gradually revealed a perplexed expression as she carefully sized up the Old Devil in front of her again.
However, the puzzled look on her face immediately shocked Ning Chuan. Could it be that this girl recognized him?
Impossible!
It was absolutely impossible!
Ning Chuan was very sure.
Be it his appearance, body shape, voice, or temperament, he was absolutely identical to the rumored bloody-handed Tu Mo Jiuyou.
Ning Chuan was confident that Bai Zhirou would never recognize him.
However, looking at Bai Zhirou's increasingly puzzled expression, Ning Chuan's heart thumped. He kept thinking about whether he had revealed any flaws.
Actually…
Ning Chuan did have a flaw.
It was just that even he himself did not notice it.
Indeed.
Ning Chuan's disguise technique combined with the Bone Shrinking Technique was indeed flawless. There were almost no flaws.
However, he had forgotten one thing.
An extremely tiny dot.
What point?
A: Eyes!
That's right!
It was Ning Chuan's gaze.
Even though his disguise and bone shrinking technique were flawless, his temperament and voice were impeccable.
However, one's gaze could not be changed.
Even though Ning Chuan deliberately made his eyes look very vicious, Bai Zhirou had known him for ten years and was naturally very familiar with Ning Chuan's eyes.
Therefore!
This was also why Bai Zhirou felt a sense of familiarity when she started to size up the Old Devil Ning Chuan was pretending to be.
The source of this familiar feeling was Ning Chuan's eyes.
There was an old saying.
It was said that the eyes were the windows to the soul.
This was definitely a wise saying.
It was alright.
One of Ning Chuan's strengths was that he was meticulous.
He quickly realized where his flaw was and turned around, not allowing Bai Zhirou to look him in the eye.
"Little beauty, three years later, I will come back to find you when I become a great grandmaster. If you still refuse to obey me, then don't blame me for being merciless to your Iron Sword Sect.”
Ning Chuan paused for a moment and looked coldly at the people of the Iron Sword Sect.
"And you dogs, don't even think about escaping from the Iron Sword Sect. If my little beauty isn't in the Iron Sword Sect, I will find you one by one and chop you into pieces, burn your bones and scatter your ashes.”
Ning Chuan said sinisterly.
After he finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and directly swept away the birthday gift given to Lan Tiejiang by the sect leaders. Then, he used his peerless qinggong and directly disappeared from the sect leader's hall.
"Wait…"
Bai Zhirou hurriedly spoke up when she saw the Old Devil leave.
It was a pity.
Ning Chuan had already disappeared, so how could he dare to stay?
……
Looking at the Old Devil's receding figure in the dark night, Bai Zhirou's eyes were filled with confusion.
"Junior Martial Sister Bai, it's all our fault. Junior Martial Sister Bai, please spare us.”
"This old man is muddle-headed. If it wasn't for Lan Tiejiang forcing us to attack you, how could Martial Uncle bear to hurt you?”
"Niece Bai, from today onwards, you are the new Sect Leader of our Iron Sword Sect. Lan Tiejiang deserves to die for being ungrateful.”
……
Just as Bai Zhirou was lost in her thoughts, she heard the voices of the people from the Iron Sword Sect beside her, which brought her back to her senses.
At this moment.
The four elders and disciples of the Iron Sword Sect gathered around Bai Zhirou and cupped their hands to express their apology to her.
Facing the disgusting faces of her fellow disciples, Bai Zhirou was as cold as ice and ignored them.
Until today.
Only then did she truly see the dirty faces of her fellow disciples.
Obviously.
They were afraid.
They were not afraid of themselves.
He was afraid that the Bloody Hand Man, Tu Mo Jiuyou, would come to the Iron Sword Sect again three years later.
If Bai Zhirou wasn't here, they would all die.
Seeing that Bai Zhirou was silent, her face was filled with frost.
The four elders and disciples of the Iron Sword Sect panicked.
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