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Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty Seven: A Short-lived Inheritance(2/2)

"Still thinking about the Taoist priest I killed yesterday?"

Lu Chen said, "I think people should have kind thoughts, but they also need to be able to judge. Sometimes being too kind can hurt yourself."

He was reminding Honghong that in the original work, Tushan Honghong never killed another person after accidentally killing the little Taoist priest. No matter how others tried to offend her and seek death, she would just beat her up.

It is admirable, but there are also disadvantages. Sometimes being too kind can lead to tragedy.

"You have good intentions, but you also need to learn to judge..."

Honghong murmured to herself.

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In the elegant courtyard, the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant. This is a small villa of the Zhang family.

"What!?"

An old man with white hair and beard was furious, looking at the family members kneeling in front of him with scars, "You were defeated by a seven or eight-year-old child!?"

A young Taoist priest's face turned red and he felt very ashamed, "The master of the home...is..."

The old man walked back and forth, "Although you are incompetent, you are still young and promising in the Qi Dao Alliance. How could you be defeated by a seven or eight-year-old child? Are you sure... that is a human being?"

The young Taoist priest said: "There is no evil spirit in that child. He should be a human being. It's just that he has to protect a few little monsters for some reason. Maybe he was bewitched by the monsters."

The old man asked, "What monster?"

"Master... there are some fold-eared fox demons."

The old man frowned, "Fold-eared fox demon, from Tushan?"

"No...not sure."

The old man's face was gloomy and uncertain. Fortunately, these incompetent guys did not succeed. He had heard that Tushan had several fold-eared fox demons with extremely high status. Tushan had always had a good relationship with the human race. If he was killed by them, he would probably be killed.

There is trouble.

"Which family is that child a disciple of?"

Since there was no big mistake, his attention returned to the child.

"Master... no, I don't know."

The young Taoist priest said in shame.

"Not only was he defeated by a child, but he didn't even know the opponent's strategy. What a waste. Our Zhang Jiajian has been completely humiliated by you!"

The old man said angrily.

The young man said aggrievedly: "Master... it's really not that we are blind, but that child didn't use Taoism at all. He was just extremely powerful. He had a black knife in his hand and beat us to the point where we were unable to fight back. Although the world is big, it can't be fought back."
Chapter completed!
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