One day more than ten years later, seeing Xiao Wu practicing knife, Daochai couldn't help asking Ma Ziwu: "Why did you raise such a clean child?"

Ma Ziwu smiled, without answering, and asked back: "Why do you teach a clean child so seriously?"

These two people who committed all kinds of evil, killed countless people, looked at each other and smiled.

At this moment, Ma Ziwu looked at Zhang Tang and begged: "Please, sir, give him a way."

Zhang Tang was silent for a long time and stood up: "I will consider it, but I don't know how heavy his hatred will be. A person who is too clean will be painted with blackening, which will be very quickly."

Ma Ziwu also stood up: "He will not have any hatred."

Then take out a medicine bottle, open the plug, and face the medicine bottle to his mouth, pouring all the poison inside in it.

"I died by myself, it has nothing to do with the Lord or the Tingwei Army."

Ma Ziwu said.

Zhang Tang was silent for a moment, turned around and walked out. After going out, he looked back and then felt a little regretful: "It's really... it's too cheap for you."

In another room, Cao Lie sat there looking at the two people hanging on the wall in front of him, and suddenly laughed.

"Fortunately... I was really lazy at that time."
Chapter completed!