Stronger Than The Old Heavenly Master, You Say He Is A Newcomer?

Just when the shopkeeper lost his mind.

The tailor's voice came:

"It's the pastry, it tastes the same."

in words.

She looked at the fat man and thanked you leisurely.

The fat man waved his hand and smiled:

"You're welcome. If I promise to treat you to a cake, I must do what I say. This is the self-cultivation of a high-profile villain."

subsequently.

The fat man lost a wad of cash from the shopkeeper:

"Boss, you did a good job. Make some more pastries like this. Don't worry, this is real money. I went to the south to get the ingredients, so I took the money along the way."

"Okay okay."

The shop owner picked up the money and saw that it was a total of 10,000 yuan. He laughed from ear to ear on the spot. He was much less afraid, and ran to continue making a box of pastries.

The fat man ignored the shopkeeper, turned his head and sat down, and picked up a piece of pastry to eat.

He is very curious.

What pastries make tailors remember.

Although he didn't know why the tailor wanted to eat this pastry, but through the owner's description of the pastry, he could vaguely guess that this pastry was probably related to the tailor before, and it meant a lot to her.

without him.

According to the shop owner, this pastry is a specialty in the South, and it would have been very popular forty or fifty years ago. Fatty remembered that tailors were said to have become corpse seams only forty or fifty years ago.

"It's delicious."

The fat man took a bite and tasted it, then stuffed the whole small pastry into his mouth and ate it.

Compared to gobble it up.

The tailor chewed slowly, savoring.

see.

The fat man smiled and said:

"I said tailor, you don't need to cherish food so much. If you want to eat, tell me, I'll just ask this boss to do it again. Since you are my creditor, I will be a Meituan takeaway for you for free. Running errands to buy pastry ingredients."

The tailor didn't say anything, just looked up at the fat man, and finally nodded his head, accepting the fat man's words.

Immediately afterwards.

The two sat at the table, eating and chatting about Sen Luosi's recent affairs in the Northeast. During the period, they talked about what the tailor did in the Northeast when the fat man was looking for pastries.

Knowing that the tailor has killed many masters, including the Five Northeast Families, and the Department of Defense, who almost offended the entire Northeast power, the fat man frowned:

"I said you attract attention, so it shouldn't be like this. Are you trying to overthrow the Northeast? You are not out of character, and you are more like a villain who has the most essential points."

His words come out.

The tailor took a bite of the pastry, his eyes flickered and he said:

"Only in this way can you completely attract the Northeast, and you can refine the town-level ghosts without any worries. We only have this chance. The next time the Department of Health and Dao will definitely be vigilant. It will not be as easy as this time, so there must be no mistakes. .”

The fat man didn't speak, he was silent for a while, after thinking about it, he said:

"Who are those masters you killed?"

Ask the fat man.

The tailor seemed to know what the fat man was up to, and slowly replied:

"What? Are you patriotic again?"

The fat man curled his lips and said:

"Why, villains are not allowed to have patriotism. I am a very principled villain, okay? This is the only condition for me to join Sen Luosi, and you know it yourself."

Words come out.

The tailor couldn't help but think of the conditions and... the purpose of joining Senluo Division mentioned by the fat man when he dragged the fat man into Senluo Division.

At that time.

The tailor valued Fatty's amazing ability as a ghost, and he could become a senior executive of Senluo Division. When he was recruited into Senluo Division, he couldn't help asking why Fatty joined Senluo Division instead of Weidao Division.

She remembers clearly.

How much the fat man gave made her dumbfounded.

"As the saying goes, when light exists, it must be accompanied by darkness. I like the coolness of darkness very much, but I don't like the confrontation between light and darkness. Why can't I balance it? So I decided to become the greatest and most powerful person in history. The great villain of the grid, commanding the entire darkness."

As the fat man said, he gave a thumbs up, pointed to the two in the sky, and said:

"At that time, I will control the darkness with my own strength, so that the darkness will no longer be chaotic, nor will it be hostile to justice, and control darkness and justice to achieve an eternal balance. I will be the greatest villain in history with both darkness and justice! "

I thought about it.

The fat man sitting across the table may have mentioned his own ideals, but he couldn't help but want to talk to her about the two ideas.

The tailor rolled his eyes:

"All right, all right, I'm not as great as you, don't brainwash me, it's useless."

"Oh, all right."

The fat man shrugged:

"When you want to hear it someday, tell me, little girl, I think you have great potential to be my great villain's deputy. I can see that you still have kindness."

His words speak out.

The tailor laughed out loud, but it was just a sneer:

"There is kindness? Fatty, which eye do you see that I am kind, asshole? Do you know how much blood is stained on my hands? Just this time in the northeast, I killed 7 Qilin guards, and 5 reached the ghost king There are 58 ghost exorcists from the Ministry of Health, 31 ghosts, and 26 ghost exorcists from the non-Wei Dao Department."

"These were just killed by me, not counting the casualties caused by my instigating ghosts to make trouble in the Northeast."

His words fell.

The fat man was not rendered speechless, but instead replied back:

"Do you remember very clearly, how many people and ghosts you have killed, and you are not the psychopath with glasses, why do you remember the people and ghosts you killed so clearly?"

As he spoke, he licked his index finger with his tongue, pretending to flip the book over there and said:

"I've read a book about the psychology of murderers. It says that this kind of murderer who remembers the number of murders is either extremely psychopathic or has repentance. Remembering is not the number, but the crime. It was his own crime."

It seems that he didn't expect the fat man to say that.

The tailor froze.

Immediately afterwards.

The fat man turned back and asked:

"Then what kind of tailor are you?"

The tailor didn't answer, just watched the fat man silently.

The fat man didn't care, and continued to analyze on his own:

"I have been dispatched with you before, and I have seen you kill people without changing your face. What kind of person can kill people without changing your face? In my opinion, there are three types. One is killing to numbness, and the other is glasses. Perverted, the third is deliberate, I don’t want to show my true emotions and be discovered by others.”

"Then exclude the second type, leaving the first and third types. It's hard to judge between the two, but combined with what I said before, then... hehehe."

Speaking of back.

The fat man didn't say any more, he just laughed and said nothing.

Originally, the fat man wanted to say something.

But it was the shopkeeper who brought the newly made pastries and came happily, interrupting their conversation.

To this.

The fat man didn't care. With the tailor's temper, even if he said that, the other party would definitely not admit it. He just had a mouthful.

quickly.

After taking the packaged pastry box, Fatty and the others also finished the pastries.

"Then I've fulfilled the promise, and then I'll go to practice the national-level ghost sacrifice."

said the fat man.

He didn't plan to go back with the tailor. First, the tailor needed to attract attention. If he followed her so swaggeringly, he would also be watched. Second, he also had a task ahead of him.

The tailor nodded slightly, watched the fat man go away, and then turned around to leave.

before leaving.

The tailor looked down at the pastry in his hand, and then looked up at the night scene of the bustling city in front of him. The lights were dim and the bustling bustling. He recalled Fatty's words, and recalled those ghost exorcists and Qilin guards killed by her.

She whispered leisurely:

"I am not as great as you. There are countries in your world, but in my world there is only my mother, and only she loves me."

The words fell.

She turned and left, and her figure walked into this bustling city.

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