half demon glass

Chapter 442: Memories from Thousand Years Ago ([-])

"???"

The little beggar's movements froze in mid-air, and he was angry and laughed at the same time.

Obviously it was this gang of shameless people who broke into her territory, yet they still called her a dog blocking the way?

"This deity...cough..."

"This lady rewards you with a chance, leave now, don't move forward, or you will die!"

The little beggar was very angry, even if she didn't use spiritual power, she was not a kind and kind master.

But when I dreamed of this memory, I was obviously like a bystander, an outsider, but somehow I was able to follow the ups and downs of this little beggar's mood, and even peep into her inner voice.

It's as if this little beggar is me, and everything she presents in front of me is my memory.

This is the memory of me in the previous life when I first met Ye Jinli, and it is also the scene when he first saw me.

It has been a long time since he became a bandit and used to be domineering. No one dared to talk to him like that.

The silver-haired boy sat up straight immediately, just like when Ye Jinli looked at me, condescending and aloof.

He spoke in a cold voice, his words filled with boredom, "Can't you understand human speech?"

"Then... let's fight?" The little beggar glanced coldly, seeing the frail appearance of the silver-haired boy, he was afraid that if he kicked him, he would be trampled to death.

The silver-haired boy narrowed his eyes, and was about to lift the sedan chair bandit's sword, when he paused, he said, "My young master, I never hit women."

"That's a coincidence, I've always loved beating men!" As soon as the little beggar finished speaking, the silver-haired boy's face became even colder. He was fine if he didn't do it himself, but he even called his subordinates directly to let them do it.

"Tsk, oh brother, what's the difference between doing it yourself and letting someone else do it?"

"You are a whore, and you want to stand up."

The little beggar didn't disturb anyone with his mouth, and the broom in his hand was even more ruthless in his moves.

The veins on the forehead of the silver-haired boy twitched, and he flew forward, saying only one sentence: "I don't hit women, you are the first."

The little beggar is not a human being, nor is he a demon. Although he has absorbed his spiritual power, he still has the five senses he should have, and his movements are even more agile, unlike ordinary people.

The silver-haired boy's moves were not false, they were all killing moves.

But the little beggar is like a loach, he can't even get close to him.

After a few rounds, he finally realized that the little beggar was hiding around to play with him on purpose!

"You!" The corners of his mouth trembled in anger, and he finally left with his subordinates angrily.

The little beggar doesn't go after the poor, after all, she travels around the world, she is purely on the sidelines, and it is not her turn to deal with these grassroots who kill and set fire.

This silver-haired young man is very quiet and gets angry at every turn, so it was a great pleasure to sneak up on him.

In memory, the silver-haired boy came again several times, but each time he couldn't catch her and left angrily every time.

The two started fighting, and they didn't know where to start, but they became friends.

With a little wine, sitting by the lake, roasting the bonfire, chatting with each other, it seems that they have become a hard-to-find confidant overnight.

After drinking for three rounds, I don't know who started the conversation. The two talked to each other, and they still hated seeing each other late.

The little beggar asked him, "I have called you so many times, except that I know that you are the member, and I found a cheap son by using a strange method, and I don't know your name."

"I..." The silver-haired boy squirmed his lips, and almost used the strength of alcohol to reveal the secret hidden in his heart...

(End of this chapter)