"Hate, I hate. If there is a next life, I will definitely pay your blood debts and blood."

He roared unwillingly, looked at the smiling disguiser in front of him coldly, wishing he could cut him into pieces, but his life had reached the end, his pupils stagnated, and he fell to the ground without a sound.

The world is in darkness, and only the girl's powerless crying sounds, as if she is in hell.

“It would be great if I could do it again…”

...

When Jiang Luo opened his eyes again, his first reaction was that he was in heaven or hell, but the next second, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

At this moment, he was riding in a Rolls-Royce and was flying on the highway, and this scene seemed familiar.

"Isn't this when I went to school in the provincial capital three years ago?"

Jiang Luo took out his cell phone and looked at it, confirming that it was three years ago, "Did those three years be just a nightmare?"

He seemed to remember something, and he fell into fear and anger.

If this is not a dream, then today, his father suddenly fell seriously ill and died, and the whole family fell into great sorrow, but the disaster never came alone. His mother died in a car accident. From that moment on, Jiang Luo was alone, as if he had become the most unnecessary person in the world.

However, his father left a group. Logically speaking, Jiang Luo was idle in his next life and could have no worries about food and clothing. However, he soon discovered that his uncle and aunt, who had always loved him, actually sought out his family's property and kicked him out of the house. It was not until that moment that Jiang Luo realized that his parents were killed by them. At that time, he had only one idea, that was revenge.

But he was just a poor man without any power, and his uncle and aunt had several bodyguards with him. How could he do it? Just when he was discouraged, he fell off a cliff, and not only did he not die, he gained a great opportunity, that is, the inheritance of cultivation.

Jiang Luoman, who has obtained the inheritance of cultivation, thought that his great revenge was about to avenge, so he practiced hard. Finally, one night three years later, he came to his enemy's house, but unexpectedly found that his lover was ruthlessly hurt. In anger, he killed the hateful middle-aged man, but he did not expect that he, who thought he was invincible in the world, was injured by a seemingly ordinary man, and eventually died with hatred. He never thought he was reborn three years ago.

"I didn't expect this world to be really hidden. It seems that I am just a frog in the well. But if I do it again, I will definitely stand at the peak of the world," Jiang Luo murmured to himself, "Father, mother, Churan, and brothers, I, Jiang Luo, will never let you down in this life."

Those friendly and respectable figures flashed through Jiang Luo's mind, his eyes were filled with tenderness, but they instantly turned into ruthlessness.

"As for those who hurt me, you can wait for my endless revenge."

Jiang Luo's voice was not loud, but the butler sitting in the driver's seat heard clearly, with a hint of disdain on his lips. He knew very well that this seemingly glorious young master would soon become worse than a chicken.

When the two people thought of the promises, a trace of greed appeared on the corner of the butler's mouth, and looked back with smugness through the reflector, and the next moment, he seemed to be in an ice cellar, frightened.

Because just as he looked at Jiang Luo, the latter suddenly looked up, and the two gazes were opposite each other, and Jiang Luo's eyes seemed to look at a dead person, which was the eyes that did not belong to humans, and that belonged to the god of death.

"What's wrong with this little bastard today? I stared at me as if I was looking at a dead person. Could it be that our affairs were exposed?" The housekeeper restrained his fear and thought to himself. Suddenly his eyes became vicious, "Just stop killing this kid."

Just when he had a decision in his heart, Jiang Luo spoke.

"Turn your head."

Jiang Luo's voice was like a knife. Today was the day when his father had an accident. He had to rush back to save his father's life and never let the tragedy happen again.

But the housekeeper had been bribed by Uncle Jiang Luo's parents long ago, how could he obey Jiang Luo's words? Besides, he had made up his mind to make Jiang Luo disappear.

Rolls-Royce suddenly accelerated, drove directly off the highway, and drove towards a sparsely populated area.

Jiang Luo's heart was as bright as a mirror, his eyes were calm. He had long expected that his changes had already made this old man afraid and wanted to take action first.

If it were the former Jiang Luo, he would definitely be panicked. However, Jiang Luo is no longer comparable to the past. After experiencing that life that was enough to kill people thousands of times, his will has long been as firm as iron. Since the butler is committed to death, he cannot tolerate him.

Jiang Luo no longer paid attention to him, but closed his eyes and rested. This action made the butler feel relieved. It seemed that this kid would not know anything, otherwise he would not have gotten into his own car, and would not have sleeped at this deadly moment.

"Ignorance is the greatest original sin." The housekeeper couldn't help but say. His eyes looked at Jiang Luo as if he was looking at an idiot, but this idiot was almost dead.

However, what he didn't know was that he was also a dead person in Jiang Luo's heart. Jiang Luo seemed to be sleeping soundly at this time, but careful people would find that his breathing was very regular, more like the breathing in martial arts novels.

That's right, Jiang Luo was meditating and breathing, and this was the nameless martial art he obtained from the mysterious inheritance of cultivation. According to the introduction of the inheritance, cultivation was divided into seven steps: body tempering, qi refining, innate, golden elixir, nascent, god transformation, and heavenly master. In addition to the nine transformations of god transformation, the other realms are divided into early stage, middle stage, late stage, and great perfection. Jiang Luo in the previous life was at the level of body tempering, with one punch like a tiger, with nearly ten thousand pounds of force.

At this time, Jiang Luo was tempting spiritual energy to temper his body, making it stronger.

At the same time, the housekeeper drove the car to an uninhabited place. He pulled out a dagger from under the car chair, and his face showed a fierce light. He opened the rear door and wanted to pull Jiang Luo out of the car, but found that no matter how he pulled it, Jiang Luo just didn't move.

The housekeeper couldn't help but be shocked. He was a martial artist. Although he was old, his body was still strong. He had more than 200 pounds of strength, but he couldn't pull the thin boy in front of him.

At this moment, Jiang Luo opened his eyes and seemed to have an electric arc flowing through his pupils.

"The first stage of entering the body quenching state."

The butler was shocked when he heard Jiang Luo suddenly say this, but before he could react, he was kicked away.

"Little bastard, how could you become so powerful?" The butler, who was lying ten meters away, vomited blood and looked at Jiang Luo in disbelief and said.

You must know that Jiang Luo's kick just now broke seven or eight of his ribs. It would be impossible to do this without the force of four or five hundred kilograms. Thinking of this, the butler felt a deep regret in his heart.

Jiang Luo ignored him, looked around, smiled slightly, and said, "Old butler, you have really chosen a good place to bury yourself."

When the butler heard this, he felt something was wrong. He was about to beg for mercy, but he felt a flash of sword light in front of him and blood splattered.

"I hate it."
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