The shop clerk was busy trying to smooth things over: "How could this young master be so filial?
How could he be angry with you?
Old man, it's all like this, it's all like this.
Young Master, there is a quiet room downstairs.
I will take you to take a bath and change." clothing" Long Fan's face was full of soup.
Logically speaking, he should take a shower and tidy up, but he was extremely cautious and did not want to leave Gu Xijiu, so he raised his hand and used a cleaning technique on himself.
After a white light flashed, he was clean and tidy again.
Like new.
The Cleansing Technique can only be used by monks with spiritual power above the eighth level.
Although this city is not small, there are not many high-level warlocks, and there are even fewer who can use the cleaning technique.
It has been many years since I met one.
The shop clerk opened his eyes wide and looked shocked.
Long Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and pressed his palm on the shop assistant's shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work."
The shop clerk's face turned pale and he continued to languish without saying a word.
Gu Xijiu didn't expect that he would kill someone if they disagreed: "What are you doing?"
Long Fan looked indifferent: "He knows too much."
He flicked the shop assistant with his fingertips, and a wisp of pink smoke enveloped the shop assistant.
After the smoke, the shop assistant disappeared without a trace.
It was obvious that he was killed by the shop assistant.
The pink smoke melted away.
A big living person just disappeared.
Gu Xijiu pursed her lips and stopped talking.
Long Fan clapped his hands and glanced at her: "Xijiu, you killed a lot of people in your previous life, don't you suddenly have a Bodhisattva heart now?"
Gu Xijiu's voice was cold: "I never kill innocent people."
Long Fan looked at her deeply and said warmly: "You will do it in the future."
Gu Xijiu ignored him, knowing that he wanted to train her to be his sword and conquer the world for him.
This man didn't seem to be really loyal to Mo Zhao.
He might have his own ambitions.
Gu Xijiu vaguely felt that Long Fan might not be simple.
She was pondering for a moment when she suddenly heard some faint noise below.
After a while, another store clerk and a child ran up, looked into the private room, and was stunned for a moment: "Zhang Wang is not here."
Obviously, the name of the guy who was killed by Long Fan just now was Zhang Wang.
The subordinate next to Long Fan responded: "What Zhang Wang and Liu Wang are, I haven't seen him."
"Zhang Wang is the short boy who is assigned to wait on the guests."
The shop assistant smiled apologetically: "His wife was seriously ill, and his son came to call him.
The shopkeeper has already approved the leave."
The eight or nine-year-old child looked anxious, and his face turned red: "The uncles downstairs said that my father is here to serve the nobles, and my mother is very ill."
Long Fan's two subordinates were impatient: "If you say it's not here, it's not here.
You can go look elsewhere."
The boy and the boy didn't dare to say anything anymore and turned around.
There was the sound of the door opening and closing outside.
It was obvious that the boy was looking around with the boy.
But they can never be found again.
After a while, the child's cry came from downstairs: "Where is daddy?
My mother is still at home waiting for him to take her to see a doctor."
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Gu Xijiu was heartbroken.
In the eyes of Long Fan and others, these ordinary people may be like ants, who can be crushed to death easily, but to their families, the dead are like heaven and earth.
Killing them casually can destroy a family.
Long Fan looked at her: "You are so soft-hearted.
I didn't expect that you, a killer, would be soft-hearted."
He smiled softly: "In this world, the weak should be the strong, the strong should be respected, and smart people should be allowed to live in the world.
As for these ordinary people, they In fact, we are not even qualified to live.
Living is a waste of resources and food
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