Supreme Violent Young Master

However, the man didn't say anything. He just said lightly, "You don't need to know right now. You only need to know. This is a rule, you should understand it well! "    

Helian Rongruo nodded and said, "I understand!"    

The Nightmare Assassins had their own rules. Other than the monster in the heart, the disciples of the monster in the heart formed their own small group. Every group's mission was different. Although it was all issued by the monster in the heart, no one could ask about each other's matters. This was a rule, and once you broke it, you would be severely punished.    

No one knew that Helian Rongruo was actually a nightmare member, and a closing disciple of the monster in the heart. Even Chen Yuyang did not notice, although he felt that it was strange for Helian Rongruo, but Helian Rongruo did not have much of the monster in the heart's Qi, or rather, it could be said that his cultivation was too low. It didn't even have a [B] class expert.    

In Chen Yuyang's eyes, he was just an ordinary person.    

Helian Rongruo naturally had his mission in the capital. No one aside from the monster in the heart knew what this mission was, but Helian Rongruo himself did not know, because he would wait for his Master's order with every step.    

Amidst the cold wind, Helian Rongruo suddenly smiled and said, "Eldest senior brother, can I look for you to accept a mission?"    

The man suddenly smiled, shook his finger and said, "According to the organization's rules, a team cannot take on two missions at the same time!"    

Helian Rongruo laughed and said: "Of course I know, but since Big Senior's group is composed of elites, I believe that they have not been completely dispatched. I only need one or two people! This is not considered breaking the rules! "    

"Price, character information?" The man thought for a moment and finally said these two words.    

Helian Rongruo laughed, "Twenty million, a supernatural man, should be at [A] class!"    

"Deal! I'll take over this deal. I'll pay half the deposit first!" The man didn't seem to have any emotions when it came to business. He was simply a businessman.    

"Alright, Senior Brother, don't worry. I will not break the rules!" Helian Rongruo laughed.    

The man nodded. Suddenly, he sneered, "I need some people's information and habits. These people are definitely going to die on the Nightmare Terror List. Take a look and gather some information for me as soon as possible!"    

Helian Rongruo took the name list in the man's hand, and after looking at it for a moment, he could not help but exclaim in astonishment: "These are all important figures!"    

"Do you need me to help a nobody?" The man sneered.    

Helian Rongruo laughed mischievously: "Senior Brother, just name a price! There's still time to get the goods! "    

The man squinted his eyes and smiled as he raised two of his fingers. "One week."    

"As usual, a deposit of 40%!" Helian Rongruo smiled.    

"Deal!"    

This pair of senior and junior brothers ruthlessly discussed the price on top of the First Level House roof, as if they were two strangers. In their eyes, business was just business. In the darkness, the man said something. Then, his figure slowly disappeared into the darkness and became quiet.    

Who would have thought that Helian Rongruo was actually someone from the Nightmare Realm? It had already been at least three years since Helian Rongruo's rise to power in the capital. If no one was behind him, then it would be impossible for a fifteen or sixteen year old Helian Rongruo to make such a big fuss out of it.    

Half of the capital's dark energy was under his control and his body also possessed a supernatural ability. It was no wonder that Helian Rongruo did not even put an ordinary person like Qian Feng in his eyes. Power, status, wealth, in the face of supernatural power, they were nothing more than child's play. Helian Rongruo saw through this very clearly.    

After experiencing a bloody and bloodthirsty night, the First Level House once again fell silent, as if all of this had nothing to do with them.    

When the light of the second day once again shone onto the earth, Li Sisi finally woke up. It had been a long time since Li Sisi had such a comfortable sleep.    

Subconsciously, he reached out his hand, causing a creaking sound to ring out. Li Sisi's heart immediately became dejected. Opening her eyes, she flipped open her quilt, and looking at her undamaged clothes, Li Sisi bitterly sighed in her heart: Sigh ? Am I not even qualified to sacrifice my life for you?    

The most tragic thing in the world is not that I love you, and you don't know it. The most tragic thing is that you don't even have a chance to love.    

Disappointment, bitterness, speechlessness, tears. Maybe this was Li Sisi's current feelings. However, life cannot only be love, life will continue, life will continue. After a simple wash and eating, Li Sisi once again placed her experience into a new day.    

Not many people in this world could afford it. Li Sisi couldn't do it either.    

At the same time, in the hospital in the capital, when the first rays of the morning sun slanted down, on top of that snow-white sickbed, a sick person began to move his fingers nonstop, his weakened eyes slowly opening.    

Then, a surprised voice followed: "Little Xian, you're awake!"    

However, it was Wang Xixian who was lying on the sickbed. Wang Xixian opened his eyes, and after a slow twitch, he looked at the old man with grey hair at his temples, and spoke with a weak voice: "Grandfather ?!"    

His throat was rather hoarse from the smoke, as if he had yet to recover.    

Wang Shanhe pitied his own grandson and hurriedly said: "Little Xian, don't speak, don't speak. Your throat has already been burnt through by the smoke, you can't speak right now."    

Wang Xixian nodded his head, but still asked: "I'm still alive?"    

These four simple words actually caused old man Wang Shanhe to ask with tears in his voice, "Foolish child, you're still alive, yet you're still alive?"    

Wang Xixian nodded his head as tears continuously flowed out from his eyes. He seemed to have made up his mind, but he was also a little worried as he asked: "Li Song, and Old He, are you alright?"    

Wang Shanhe nodded his head: "It's fine, it's fine, are they all still alive?"    

Hearing this news, Wang Xixian calmed down and let out a breath of relief. He did not speak anymore, but his eyes still looked at Elder Wang Shanhe apologetically. Tears welled out from the corners of his eyes. After all, humans were all emotional animals, and no one's heart was made of iron. Seeing his grandfather sitting in front of his own sickbed with white hair at his temples, Wang Xixian's mood did not seem good.    

Seemingly seeing the look in his own grandson's eyes, Wang Shanhe's withered, wood-like palm patted Wang Xixian's palm and said: "Little Xian, it's good that you're alive, it's good that you're alive. Granddad is still counting on you to send me off? It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive! "    

Wang Xixian nodded heavily, tears in his eyes.    

After walking through the gates of hell, Wang Xixian had understood many things, as well as many things. In the past, he was fearless and fearless. However, when his life was in danger, he would walk across the Bridge of Helplessness once and see through it. Nothing else mattered anymore. Nothing really mattered anymore.    

Just then, two wheelchairs, one in front and one in behind, came in. It was none other than Li Song and the other two. Interestingly, both of them were still sitting in their wheelchairs. He Chuhuan was in the front and Li Song was in the back. The two of them were all smiles as they watched Wang Xixian wake up.    

He Chuhuan laughed: "Young Master Wang, congratulations to you. Congratulations to us, you have returned from the gates of hell!"    

Wang Xixian forced out a smile and pointed at Li Song and He Chuhuan's wheelchair, but did not say a word. The intelligent He Chuhuan immediately understood and said: "It's fine, it's just a slight fracture, we'll be able to stand up again very quickly!"    

Wang Xixian forced out a smile, carrying a faint smile on his face. Master Wang Shanhe then looked at Li Song and He Chuhuan and said, "Little Li, Little He, Little Xian has just woken up and still needs to rest. Let's not disturb him anymore and let him rest well!"    

"Alright, Grandpa Wang!"    

After making a face at Wang Xixian, He Chuhuan and Li Song finally pushed their wheelchair out of the ward. Wang Shanhe, the Wang family's old patriarch also followed him out. The old man's expression was extremely stern, he looked at Li Song and said, "Xiao Li, Xiao He, I have something to ask you two!"    

Li Song immediately laughed: "Grandpa Wang, what do you want to ask?"    

He Chuhuan was not Li Song, he knew that the Old Master would definitely ask him about the accident. Ye Zichen subconsciously frowned.    

Old man Wang coldly snorted, "What did the three of you do? I've already asked the doctor. You didn't drink at all until after the accident. Since he wasn't drinking, how could there be such an important traffic accident? When I went to the scene, I couldn't understand the trajectory of the car. Even if Little Xian didn't have a driver's license, he wouldn't have driven along that route right? You are the parties involved in this matter, so tell me, what exactly was the situation at that time? "    

He Chuhuan stammered, "This, that, we, we..."    

Master Wang frowned and said, "Speak the truth!"    

"That day, we originally wanted to go to Master Liao's house, but afterwards, we did not expect ?"    

Without waiting for He Chuhuan to finish speaking, his hoarse voice once again spread throughout the entire hospital. Wang Xixian's voice was very fearsome, very panicked, very lost in thought, and it was even enough to make one's hair stand on end: "Ghost, oh ghost ? Master Liao, I did not harm you, I did not harm you. Don't look for me, don't look for me! "    

Hearing that, Wang Shanhe immediately rushed into the sickroom, while Li Song and He Chuhuan also rushed in. Wang Shanhe did not see anything and only asked curiously: "Who's putting on an act?"    

However, Wang Shanhe did not see it, but Li Song and He Chuhuan did. That bloody, disheveled person who wore daoist robes was not Master Liao, but who could it be?