Demon Hunter: I became a god in the demon hunting world

Weir finally reacted, and he forced a smile with some embarrassment.

Then he rode slowly with Dick, and while the mount was recovering its strength, Weir slowly spoke:

"A few decades ago, I met a girl."

Dick knew that the girl he was talking about must be Mrs. Kardashian.

"She was chased by a group of bandits. Those bandits rode on horses behind her and laughed, teasing her slowly like driving little rabbits.

"It happened that I encountered this incident, and I killed all the bandits without saying a word.

"Then the two of us, how should I put it, it was love at first sight.

"In the days that followed, we found a quiet place and spent a good time. However, demon hunters and ordinary people are destined not to be together.

"Connie often told me that the Kardashian sisters are ordinary people, it is difficult for them to live in this society, and they hope to have someone to rely on.

"And I am a demon hunter, and I often hunt demons everywhere, and I can't take care of her emotions.

"Of course, I am also a bastard. I don't know how many women I have had over the years. At that time, I would occasionally leave her alone in the small house in the jungle in the name of accepting demon hunting commissions.

"When I went back for the last time, I found that she had disappeared.

"I looked everywhere and found that she had married a nobleman. Alas!" Will sighed.

Dick didn't know how to comfort this unfaithful scumbag or love saint.

He knew that he had no future with Mrs. Kardashian, but he still flirted with others.

The key is that he was irresponsible after flirting.

But who can tell about feelings?

"Wel, Mrs. Kardashian's husband has passed away now. I think you can spend more time with her and chat with her in the last days of her life."

"Yes, I think so too." Will replied with a trembling voice.

On the rest of the journey, the two stopped talking.

When it was dark, the two had arrived at the Withered Manor.

Outside the gate, Dick had already felt something was wrong.

In the courtyard of the manor, the sound of girls crying came.

Weir had already dismounted and opened the door.

"Who are you? Where are you from?" a young girl asked in the courtyard.

Dick hurriedly dismounted and followed Weir.

"Master Dick, why are you here?"

Dick looked at the girls with red eyes and found the one in charge, Jenna. Seeing them in mourning, he felt something was wrong and asked, "Jenna, what's going on?"

"Mrs. Kardashian," the girl choked, "she's dying."

"Which floor is she on?" Weir asked.

"Third floor."

Then Weir opened the door of the villa and walked in.

Dick and Jenna came to the living room.

However, Weir only took a few steps on the stairs and turned to look at Dick: "Can you go up with me? I... don't dare to face her."

Dick nodded, and then the two demon hunters came to a room on the third floor, with two maids waiting outside.

From outside the door, Dick could clearly smell the smell of herbs and corruption.

The two maids naturally knew Dick and opened the door for them.

Dick entered first, while Will hid in the shadow of the door.

The room was filled with the smell of incense, but a slight rotten smell could not be concealed, which was emitted by the dying person.

"Ahem,"

Mrs. Kardashian was wrapped in a thick quilt, lying on the bed with a sallow face, blue lips, and coughing.

Seeing Dick come in, she smiled.

"Dick, you are here." She said weakly, "I was dazzled just now, and thought it was that bastard who came to see me."

"Mrs. Kardashian, how do you feel?" Dick approached the bed and said softly.

"It's very good to be alive today. I don't have too many regrets in my life. It's a pity that my sisters and that bastard didn't come to see me for the last time.

"Dick, I have something to say to you."

"You say."

"I have handed the manor to Jenna, and you can help me take care of it in the future.

"I have no children in my life. Even if I pass my property to Jenna, according to the system of demotion, she will not be a noble, but just an ordinary rich person. I am worried about these children."

"Don't worry, I promise you. If something happens, I will let her notify me by pigeon."

"That's good, that's good. Hey, who is your companion at the door?" Mrs. Kardashian raised her head with some effort.

Dick didn't say anything, just smiled, then he slowly backed away and dragged Will into the room.

And Will didn't resist, just like a lost child, staggered two steps to Mrs. Kardashian's bed.

Dick wanted to go out, but Will just looked at him for help and shook his head.

Seeing this, Dick stood at the door, closed the door, and didn't leave.

"Will! Are you Will?"

"Yes, it's me, Connie, I'm here." Will's voice trembled.

"It's really you! You haven't come to see me for so many years. You were so cruel to abandon me several times! I hate you!" Mrs. Kardashian's voice trembled, but there was obviously joy in her eyes.

"I don't know how to face you." Weir's attitude was like that of a primary school student who made a mistake.

Then he dodged his eyes, not daring to look at Mrs. Kardashian on the bed, but when his eyes caught the two items on the cabinet beside him, he could not move away.

A leather hat and a flute.

"My Connie, I didn't expect you to keep this hat and flute..."

Mrs. Kardashian sat up and her face turned rosy.

Dick's heart ached when he saw this, and he knew that the old lady in front of him was having a last gasp.

She pointed at the hat: "Will, do you still remember that hat?

"When we used to walk together, you would wear that leather hat."

"That hat! I lost that hat forty years ago, and I lost you at the same time, I'm sorry." Will's tears could not stop rolling down his cheeks.

"Will, don't say sorry, now I think your decision is right," Mrs. Kardashian pointed to her face and said painfully.

"Look, my face is full of wrinkles and my hair is gray, and you are just a middle-aged man. "

She pointed at the flute and said, "The only gift you gave me was that flute. You said that when you are unhappy, you can play the flute and your mood will be very good. You also praised me for my musical talent and said that I can play the most beautiful music in the world."

After that, Kardashian wanted to get up and pick up the flute, but Weir hurriedly stopped her and said softly, "The words you say to me at this moment are the most beautiful music in the world."