I really want to be a cook

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"You idiot! Big idiot!

Why do you want to die? !Kill him, just like the person you didn't want to kill before, kill him!

why are you so stupid !

You never thought about it, what should I do if you die?What about our children? !

I don't want my child to be born without seeing his father!

Now I would rather you sink into a demon and bear the sins of a hundred generations than my child without a father!

But you idiot, do you think you can pay it off when you die?

You still owe my wife!

What do you pay for? ! "

Murong Xianxian wept bitterly and couldn't take it anymore.

Dugu Zhengyang seemed to have been hit hard, the wound piercing his chest just now couldn't move him in the slightest, but at this moment even his body was trembling.

"How could this be?"

"what!!!"

He looked in front of him, then turned back, and many faces flashed in his eyes one by one, some were serious, then stern, some sneered, some were playful...

But he couldn't find anyone worthy of his entrustment.

The world is so big that he has no relatives in the world.

He can die, but he cannot let his unborn child die with him.

Dugu Zhengyang strengthened his breath, blood flowed all over his body again, his heart that was about to sink into silence started beating again, and the blood in his chest flowed more urgently.

"I'll take you out!"

Dugu Zhengyang grabbed Murong Xianxian's hand, and spoke very fast:

"You can't die with me, for our child, you have to live, live well, don't tell him who his father is, let him be an ordinary person in the future."

He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the blood-drinking sword that fell on the ground returned to his hand, full of momentum, like a trapped beast. Although the strength was not as good as before, the danger rose sharply.

"Who dares to stop me?!"

"Get out of the way!"

He hugged Murong Xianxian's waist, his true energy turned into blood flames to protect his whole body, the blood from his chest flowed out, and he was overdrawing his last vitality at an extremely fast speed.

He took people up into the sky.

However, a silver hammer turned into a giant elephant and fell, blocking him.

Dugu Zhengyang had no choice but to adjust his position on the ground.

On the other side of the main path, a pair of rough-looking brothers jumped out with two-handed hammers.

"Dugu Zhengyang, you want to leave, but have you asked our brothers?!"

"When you killed our master, did you ever think about today, you want to leave with the evil seed, wishful thinking!"

On the side of the magic way, someone also said:

"Zhengyang Demon Monarch, someone challenges you, how can you retreat without a fight? For the sake of the reputation of my Demon Sect, you should accept this battle."

"Master Feng Tai!"

Dugu Zhengyang looked at Feng Qinghua with pleading eyes.

At the last moment, he was still thinking about his own sect. Although he knew it was selfish, he wanted to give it a try for the sake of his children.

Feng Qinghua shook his head silently, just let out a long sigh with his hands behind his back, and raised his eyes to the sky.

Dugu Zhengyang understood.

At this moment, a pair of hands grabbed him, it was Murong Xianxian, she said with a wry smile:

"You idiot, even if you send me out now, have you forgotten the means of the Sacred Heart Demon Lord in my body?

Without you, even if I give birth to this child, I will become the next you and repeat your tragedy.

You know now that you were wrong.

You are happy to die, but leaving us orphans and widows behind, life is better than death. "

Murong Xianxian hugged Dugu Zhengyang's waist, put his head on his chest, and murmured:

"Actually, it's good to be like this. Our family of three will never be separated."

"Zhengyang, kill me. Forgive my selfishness, I don't want to die at the hands of others, and I don't want to kill my own child."

Dugu Zhengyang only felt that fate had made a big joke with him, and hated his own indecision even more.

He raised his hand, and the bloody true energy in his hand was condensed...

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At this moment, Dugu Zhengyang no longer hesitated.

Inspired by the zhenqi in his hand, the long sword flew up into the air, and then fell straight down. After finishing these movements, he put his head on his forehead, hugged Murong Xianxian and closed his eyes and murmured:

"sorry."

When the long sword fell, the blood-drinking sword infused with enough true energy would mercilessly pierce the chests of the two of them.

But the imagined pain did not appear.

The wind blows overhead.

Dugu Zhengyang sensed a person appeared beside him, holding the blood-drinking sword in his hand, he could feel the buzzing of the sword, it was a kind of uneasiness and struggle.

Are you going to kill me yourself?

Dugu Zhengyang thought to himself.

But the next moment, he heard a clear and clear voice spread throughout the audience.

"I want the lives of the two of them!"

Dugu Zhengyang opened his eyes, and saw a handsome young man in white, holding his blood-drinking sword in his hand, with one hand behind his back, his outer robe rose without wind, making a rattling sound.

Although he only saw a side face, it is not difficult to imagine the demeanor of the young man in white at the moment, it must be chic, noble and unrestrained.

After all, not everyone would dare to save a dying demon king from the demon sect before the two ways of righteousness and evil.

It takes a lot of courage for ordinary people just to say this sentence.

Zheng!

I saw the young man in white shaking his hand casually, the sword clanging, and the unruly blood-drinking sword let out a wail, and no longer struggled tamely.

The young man in white looked around the audience, then faced the two Zhengdao brothers who challenged him just now, and said softly:

"Do you have an opinion?"

When the two brothers with the hammer saw that the young man's face was relatively unfamiliar, they became more courageous and snorted coldly:

"Everyone has stated before that this challenge is a way to resolve the grievances between me and the devil, and it cannot be refused.

Who are you, dare to risk the displeasure of the world, intervene in the grievances between righteous and demons, do you want to die? ! "

"Ha ha."

The young man in white laughed and said:

"I've always been the only one who puts a label on others, but I didn't expect that you two seem to be rough and bold, but you are also very good at speaking routine.

But these are not worth mentioning to this son.

As for wanting to know who I am, you are not worthy! "

As he said that, he waved the long sword in his hand, and the blue-red sword energy erupted like a ghost.

The two-hammer brother couldn't dodge it for a while, so he raised the silver hammer in his hand to block, and then heard a bang.

The sword energy penetrated three inches into the sledgehammer, almost cutting the hammer in half. At the same time, the force pushed the two brothers back ten steps before dissipating slowly.

"This is just a small lesson. If you want to take advantage of it, you have to see if you are qualified enough."

The young man in white held a sword flower, still smiling.

"If you are not convinced, you can take another sword from me."

"If you don't die, I will be captured without a fight, and I will give you the head of this good man, so as to make you famous, how about it?"

These two brothers are only at the peak level of masters. Just now, they saw that Dugu Zhengyang was exhausted and his life was not long, so they wanted to earn a wave of fame in the name of revenge.

Being able to personally kill a demon king of the Demon Sect can be said to be the first achievement in this decisive battle, and it will not only gain fame in the future.

Just the exchange of this achievement in the alliance may be enough for the two brothers to ask for the protection of an expert, so as to break through the grand master of martial arts.

Seeing that the young man in white was so confident now, they didn't dare to take any risks. They just put down a harsh word and retreated into the crowd in disgrace.

"Don't be arrogant, you guys. We are just two juniors of the Righteous Path Alliance. If you dare to intervene in the decisive battle between righteousness and evil, there will be seniors who will come out to deal with you!"

The young man in white was unmoved, but asked again towards the Righteous Path camp:

"They have no objection, who of you has any objection?"

"I'll follow!"

"Amitabha!"

I saw an old monk in the Righteous Way camp suddenly clasped his hands together, said a Buddha's name, and then smiled wryly at the young man in white:

"Benefactor Jiang, you are now an official of the Great Zhao court, with a high position and great power, and a bright future, why bother to intervene in the mundane disputes between me and other martial arts?

If the old monk remembers correctly, according to the agreement, your visit to Dongchang is only to observe and witness. You acted without authorization at this moment, but did you exceed your authority? "

This white-clothed young man was none other than Jiang Ping, who was watching a play just now.

He saw that Dugu Zhengyang was going to take Murong Xianxian to die, but he couldn't hold back his help.

According to his character, he would never do such a high-profile thing.

He doesn't care whether Dugu Zhengyang is dead or not, after all, they are not familiar with each other.

But Murong Xianxian couldn't die under his nose.

Not for anything else, just for his dog who has nothing to do and likes to watch the moon.

Although he said he was disgusted, Jiang Ping still knew that this dog was more sincere to him than too many people.

If he knew that his owner would not save its original owner, he would definitely be very sad.

There is also a part of the reason why the Murong family Murong Xianxian took care of him back then.

Jiang Ping consciously is a nostalgic person.

Whoever treats him well will be remembered forever.

If he heard the news of Murong Xianxian's death one day, he might sigh and avenge her if he had the chance, but he would not do anything special.

But he couldn't just watch Murong Xianxian die in front of him.

Because of this, he will be in a bad mood.

If he is in a bad mood, the consequences will be serious.

In life, what we want is nothing more than a clear and happy thought.

He struggled all the way, and when he was weak, he would flatter others and show off his smile. He seemed shameless, but that was for living.

And the reason why he worked so hard to live, apart from being afraid of death, was for his own understanding and happiness.

He wants to live happily, so that all those who look forward to his death will grit their teeth and suffer.

So he is narrow-minded, so he holds grudges.

Anyone who dares to offend him will take revenge.

Even if he couldn't retaliate immediately, he had to remember that when he was able to retaliate severely, he would have to calculate the interest.

He's not a saint, he's just a villain.

At best, a narcissistic villain.