"Thirteen years ago, Haotian Douluo suddenly attacked the Wuhun Palace where my wife and son were, and they were all killed. "I don't understand why he suddenly took action against Wuhun Palace. Later, during the investigation, I found some clues. "It seems to be related to the previous pope. It was the pope who had a grudge against him, but that is not important to me. I only know that he killed my wife and children and is my sworn enemy! "If I hadn't met you, I probably wouldn't have been able to bear the heart-gnawing pain of an ant, and I would have gone out for revenge in despair. Even if I knew I was no match, even if it was like flying a moth into a flame. "Yan Jin, you gave me hope. Haotian Douluo is a powerful and famous person even among titled Douluo. The talent you showed made me see the possibility of surpassing him. "So I put all my efforts into you and spare no effort to train you. I hope you can surpass him and kill him." There was a hint of exhaustion in Walter's voice. He looked at Yan Jin, suddenly shook his head, and continued: "In the beginning, I did mostly have the idea of using you, but later on, as we got along with you, I gradually had other ideas. "You are very much like my son. He was so naughty and loved to get into trouble when he was a child... But he doesn't have your talent and his soul power cultivation is very slow." Walter was like an ordinary old man, talking nonchalantly, while Yan Jin stood aside silently, listening patiently, which was very rare for her who was always impatient.
He suddenly sighed and said: "Forget it, it's not worth it... If you are strong enough in the future and it is not difficult to kill Tang Hao, just go and kill him. "If you need to pay a huge price to kill him, then there is no need to do it. Just take care of yourself. I hope you live well now. "Or if something goes wrong in your cultivation, so that you cannot pose a threat to him at all, then bury this matter deep in your heart and never mention it to others... This will bring disaster to you." "Impossible!" Yan Jin picked up the snow lotus, "Old man, you can't go back on your word, this is mine... That guy named Haotian Douluo, I will definitely kill him, there is no compromise! It's not him who dies. , that is his death!” Yan Jin's behavior like a kitten snatching food made Walter laugh, and the sad atmosphere was diluted a little. "Hehehehe..." Yan Jin hugged the cold jade box and smiled a little cutely, "Speaking of which, old man, why don't you accept Amon as your disciple? He mentioned it before, he is much better than me." "Amon..." Walter raised his eyebrows, "He is too rational and very good at weighing the pros and cons. Even if I train him, he will not provoke a powerful enemy like Haotian Douluo for this... After all, Haotian Douluo Luo Ke is not just a person, there is also the Haotian Sect behind him.” Yan Jin nodded and agreed with Walter's judgment, "But... have you ever thought that killing Haotian Douluo is not as difficult as you think for him? It won't cause too much damage to him, He doesn’t mind fulfilling his promise if things go his way.” "It's not that difficult to kill Haotian Douluo?" Walter smiled, "You think too highly of him, right?" "No, old man, you underestimated him." Looking at the cold jade box held by Yan Jin, Walter said: "Take it now, I will protect you." Yan Jin took out the snow lotus and bit it down. She suddenly paused, as if she remembered something, then took the snow lotus out of her mouth and put it back in the box. "Old man, I'll eat after I go back... It's settled, I will help you kill Haotian Douluo!" … Amon stood on the roof of Wuhun Palace, the tallest building in the North City, overlooking the whole city. He closed his eyes and received various messages from Amon from all over the city. Some are useless junk information, some are market rumors that are both true and false, and some are real pictures that I have seen and heard with my own eyes and ears... All information is screened and checked one by one, eliminating useless impurities, correlating and integrating the effective parts, and then making reasonable speculations and judgments. He suddenly opened his eyes, raised his right hand to stroke his monocle, and said "ha" with a look of great interest.
“The Lord of the North City is about to go to the imperial capital to report on his duties and rotate... "The Rhodes family's stance is biased towards the Spirit Hall... "Platinum Bishop Salas came in a hurry and left in a hurry... “The staunch supporter of the royal family and the largest nobleman in the North, Marquis Fecris and Vidal’s father, Earl Ironheart, signed a trade agreement... "And the secret that Walter confided to Rock Ember... "The Spirit Hall announced the prize for the champion of the Soul Master Competition, three ten thousand year soul bones... "got windy." The wind blew Amon's robe, and the hem of the black robe fluttered like a flag. He stared at the city lord's palace, the corners of his mouth raised back, revealing a smile. "It's time to take some time to visit this 'city lord'." … night. "Amon, do you see what I got?" Yan Jin slipped into Amon's room and mysteriously took out the cold jade box. Looking at the snow lotus that exuded cold air and was as beautiful as a work of art, Amon looked a little confused, "Walter, did you even give you such a thing?" Yan Jin touched his nose and smiled "hehe", "This is not in line with my attributes, you can eat it... Although you haven't said it, I can feel your eagerness to improve your strength." After looking at Xuelian with teeth marks, and at Yan Jin who was still smiling innocently, he shook his head slightly: "No need...but the attributes really don't match yours. If you're not in a hurry, you can keep it for now...and see if there are any other options." Amon covered the cold jade box and returned it to Yan Jin. "Huh? You don't want it?" "It's indeed heart-warming, but...this is your thing, don't let down your master's wishes." Amon had a smile on his face. "By the way, Yan Jin, ask your master for a book recording rare medicinal herbs. If he doesn't have it, ask him about Yang Wushuang." "Oh... I'll keep it for now. If you want, you can tell me at any time." Yan Jin scratched his head and left Amon's room. Watching Yan Jin leave, Amon sighed silently and smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly: "I am not Amon after all." In the darkness, threads invisible to the naked eye quietly pulled away, and they gathered in a restaurant a few streets away. Walter dispersed the thread in his hand, and the coldness in his eyes gradually disappeared. He whispered to himself: "Yang Wushuang, how does he know about Yang Wushuang?" "Sir, the food you ordered is ready." Outside the room, the waiter held the tray with food in one hand and knocked on the door with the other. "Come in and leave it alone." "Okay, the rest of the dishes are still being prepared, please take your time." The waiter restrained his right hand that wanted to reach his eyes, bent slightly towards Walter, and closed the door.
Amon stared at the direction where his eyelids were pulled away, stretched out his hand to pinch his glasses, his eyes were deep.