Horizontal Push Starts From Drawing a Sword

"What's the matter with this knife?" Si Qianjun looked at the red demon knife standing quietly beside Lin Shuguang. If he remembered correctly, Lin Shuguang's knife was black and red, and it was definitely not this one.

Lin Shuguang also looked at the knife and said vaguely, "I got it by chance."

Si Qianjun glanced at it a little more, his eyes were a little weird, and then he took it back and changed the subject: "When are you going?"

Lin Shuguang: "Tomorrow's car."

Si Qianjun nodded when he heard the words, and then looked at Lin Shuguang with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a while, and my strength has improved a lot."

Lin Shuguang smiled "humbly" and puffed up his chest, "Just barely."

"Stinky boy." Si Qianjun looked at him like this, and after laughing and scolding, he still reminded: "Don't enter the visceral refining stage too early, and accumulate your own heritage in the bone-hardening stage. With your talent At least it has to be hardened."

Lin Shuguang shook his head and said, "But I don't have such a high-level martial artist in my hands."

Si Qianjun pondered slightly, "High-level mental skills are basically in the hands of major forces, and it is indeed not easy to obtain. But you are not without advantages, magic martial arts are your advantages.

In my impression, Mowu has always held competitions, and the reward is the martial artist's mentality. You can pay more attention to it, or you can ask Qi Lin, as a high-level Mowu, he must know more than me. With your strength, as long as you don't encounter those senior geniuses, you should take the first place... By the way, you seem to have produced a great genius this year, what is your name Gu? "

"Gu Yingxiong." Lin Shuguang added.

Si Qianjun nodded, "Yes, it's him, this person is amazing, his age is similar to you, but the demons and beasts who died in his hands are by no means less than you. Fortunately, he has no interests with you. conflict."

Lin Shuguang didn't know where Si Qianjun's words came from.

Just happened to hear Si Qianjun say, "He is a general, and I am afraid that he will leave Mowu soon, and then you will be able to firmly hold the position of the leader of the younger generation."

Lin Shuguang listened quietly, took a sip of water to moisten his tongue, "I'm not interested in the position of the leader, I only have martial arts in my eyes."

Si Qianjun put down the cup in his hand and smiled lightly, "Sometimes you can refuse if you don't like it. As soon as Gu Yingying leaves, people will naturally start to gather around you, and they will hold you together as their leader. No matter where you are, you will be the most eye-catching presence, but there will be more and more people who want to challenge you."

Lin Shuguang also smiled lightly. Although his voice was light, it was not light. "Just do it and you're done."

...

In fact, he didn't say the whole sentence to Si Qianjun... "I'm not interested in the position of the leader, I only have martial arts and money in my eyes!"

"As long as it can bring wealth, it's fine for me to take the position of the leader."

When Lin Shuguang returned home, the blood-red demon knife was still suspended beside him.

This ingenious way of appearing also really attracted the attention of the whole family.

"This knife? Show off?"

A huge question mark slowly appeared on the foreheads of Lin Haiyang and Mother Lin.

On the other hand, Lin Xiaoxi was quick-witted, and when he rushed over, he was about to hug the blood-red demon knife, and he forgot to sigh, "Thank you brother for the gift."

The demon knife flashed lightly in someone's arms.

Lin Shuguang ignored his sister's resentful eyes and walked to the living room. The blood-colored demon knife followed closely, as if worried that Lin Xiaoxi would pounce again. The speed was extremely fast when passing by... It was obvious that Xiao Nizi's fingers moved subconsciously at that time.

"I'm leaving tomorrow. Take this card and tell me if you don't have enough money. In addition, there is a bureau in Huai City. You can find him in everything. If he's not there, you can go to Jin's house... It should be fine."

Lin Shuguang put a bank card on the table in front of his parents.

His tone was a bit like explaining the funeral, and Lin Haiyang and Lin Mu looked at each other.

"What can we do, this money you-"

Lin Shuguang interrupted and said with a smile: "Dad, you can take this money, spend it boldly, it's not enough to find me again. I'm now... how can I put it, I'm considered the No. 1 big man in Huai City, and our family can't be too shabby. Don't think about saving, it's not necessary, I'm working so hard just to want our family to live a good life, you dare not spend it, isn't my hard work in vain?"

Lin Haiyang put away the bank card. Although Mother Lin had never experienced anything in the martial arts world, she also knew the dangers in it, so she couldn't help but persuaded: "You must pay attention to safety, don't work too hard, the sky will fall. Do you understand the tall one?"

"I understand, I understand." Lin Shuguang smiled, rubbed his stomach and said, "Have you cooked at home? I'm hungry."

"I'll make it for you. I didn't expect you to come back so early today." Mother Lin got up and went to the kitchen.

Lin Haiyang turned around and sent the bank card to the bedroom.

Lin Xiaoxi was lying on the sofa beside her, Shui Lingling's big eyes blinked smartly, and then she stared at her brother intently.

Lin Shuguang, who knew this little girl's routine well, would turn a blind eye and no one else would perform the trick, and sat there with his head buried in the fruit plate.

"Brother—" The arm was suddenly hugged, and the little girl made a gluttonous call to please, "My dear brother—my sister also wants Kaka, and my sister has no new clothes... My sister still wants every night. Eating fried chicken...my sister has lost weight this month..."

Lin Shuguang pulled his arm away in disgust, "Speak human words."

"I want a little money for fried chicken!" Lin Xiaoxi really became normal.

Lin Shuguang looked at her waistline, which had gained a lot of weight, and stretched out his hand to gently flick the little girl's cheek, "You have gained at least ten pounds."

Get up and leave.

Lin Xiaoxi was completely frozen in place.

Fat...it's a guilt-filled text.

The little girl angrily jumped off the sofa and rushed into the kitchen, "Mom, am I fat!"

"It's a lot more rounded than before."

"..."

...

After lunch.

Lin Shuguang received new information from [Nightmare]. Tonight, the underground research institute of [Temple] will start a new plan, which is likely to be related to transforming people.

All information was digested.

Lin Shuguang quietly searched the past alone.

...

"Don't, don't... I beg you...!"

A terrified begging for mercy came from the dimly lit basement. A young man covered in blood was tied to the operating table. In front of him stood a long-haired old man with a gas mask, all white hair, and an operation in his hand. The knife slashed the young man's heart.

"Blood worms." The old man's hoarse voice came from the gas mask.

The assistant next to him handed over a large black bowl with a numb expression on his face. The bowl was filled with blood water, and the blood water was bubbling with blue flames.

The old man skillfully used tweezers to take out a three-to-five centimeter-long worm from the big bowl, which looked like a centipede that had been cut off with only the trunk left... and stuffed it into the young man's heart.

Suddenly screams resounded through the basement.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"