Nangong Wuyue and Nangong Sanba were sitting on the sofa in the center of the living room, with Hao Ren and four other people sitting across from them. The scene was like a court trial, and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward...

However, the biggest source of embarrassment to Hao Ren was Nangong Sanba's Nala Feng name...

"Just laugh if you want," Nangong Sanba sighed. Of course he could tell the expressions on the faces of the people opposite him. Except for Y'zaks, a visitor from another world who didn't understand why, even Vivian was a stranger.

His face was subtle, "I've wanted to change my name for more than a day or two."

"Is this your real name?" Hao Ren expressed his surprise tactfully, "Well, actually the name is not important. If you search online, how many people named Wang Dachui and Li Goudan are living well?

...Though I didn't expect a witcher to be called that."

In fact, he didn't tell the whole story: It's just two brothers and sisters. Listen to Nangong Wuyue's name. It needs to be literary and artistic, and it needs to be elegant and elegant. How come when it was my brother's turn, he was named Nangong Sanba? He was still

A demon hunter - originally this profession in Hao Ren's eyes already belonged to the evil boss gang, and as we all know, every villain group must have a lot of very powerful names, but now the one in front of him is actually named San

Eight, this is enough to prove that he is not a good demon hunter - just like a demon king named Wang Daquan is definitely not a good demon king.

Considering that these words would not only greatly irritate Nangong Sanba, but might also cause Y'zaks to recall his seemingly not-so-good past in his hometown, Hao Ren held back and did not say anything.

"The names were given by my mother," Nangong Wuyue glanced at her brother with helplessness on her face. "She didn't know much about people on earth, so she simply named us brothers and sisters according to the month of birth. My brother is March 8.

When I was born, I was named Nangong Sanba. I was born in mid-May of the following year, so it wasn’t easy to call me Nangong May 15, so I just called it Nangong Wuyue... Well, it’s that simple.”

Hao Ren glanced at Nangong Sanba: "Actually... Sanba is not a derogatory term, but it is a bit strange to put it on the head of a big man. It is not difficult to change the name now, you can change it too.

"

Nangong Sanba's face suddenly straightened: "My body, hair and skin are inherited from my parents, and my name and wealth are passed down to my ancestors. How can I change my name casually? I think changing my name is just a thought. But I have never taken it seriously!"

Hao Ren looked at this demon hunter who suddenly became serious in astonishment. He really wanted to slap his thigh and challenge him: As a demon hunter, you can't speak in a manner that suits your status? At this time, you jumped up and swung.

From Warhammer, saying "Holy Light, this enemy is worth fighting" is more suitable for the character than these few classical Chinese sentences?

"My brother is like this, he has a very stubborn temper," Nangong Wuyue sighed, "Sister Vivian, don't be wary. My brother is different from other demon hunters. He will definitely not cause trouble for you, and he

I definitely can't beat any of you - oh. I should be able to beat 'Go', and by the way, 'Go' isn't sleeping yet?"

The black and white kitten was strolling through the living room. When it heard someone calling it, it stopped and meowed. It looked at Nangong Sanba with questioning eyes. It seemed to be confirming whether this was a new tenant. Vivian waved the kitten away.

He greeted him and held him in his arms, caressing him slowly. He looked up at Nangong Wuyue and said, "Is your brother unable to have full demon hunter power because of his mixed blood?"

Nangong Sanba is a dabbler, which has been confirmed since the first time they met in England. Vivian initially thought that he was an ordinary person who accidentally gained the knowledge of the witcher, but now it seems that he does have the blood of a witcher.

It's just mixed blood.

"The bloodline is one thing, and the other reason is that our family's inheritance of demon hunters from my father's generation is incomplete." Nangong Wuyue no longer concealed his family background, and simply opened up the conversation, "You should know, right?

, Demon hunters and humans are not actually the same race, they are only partially similar. The life span of demon hunters is almost as long as that of many aliens, so normal demon hunters all intermarry within the group, and the younger generation of demon hunters

He has been inspired and infused by his parents' power since he was born. When he was twelve years old, he began to receive training from his parents and tried to fight independently against weaker evil spirits or other evil spirits. When he was sixteen, he left his parents and was sent to

It is normal for them to receive three to five years of guidance from senior witchers and be introduced to other witchers. Only then can they truly integrate into the group and be recognized and accepted among their own kind.

This was still the case until my grandparents' generation.

"But there was a problem in my father's generation: my grandparents died accidentally when he was thirteen years old, and in the same year, there was a heterogeneous organized counterattack in Asia, and the local demon hunter organization was in chaos. My father's

He was just a child at that time, and he cut off contact with the demon hunter community before he could be introduced to other senior people."

Vivian nodded thoughtfully: "Thirteen years old... I just started doing combat training, and I haven't turned into an old stubborn yet. Maybe my stubborn prejudice against aliens is not that serious. After all, demon hunters also have thoughts and feelings.

Living things are controlled by emotions."

Nangong Wuyue spread his hands: "This is the situation. Our family has lost contact with the orthodox demon hunters since my father's generation. My father met my mother after wandering for several years, and then 'some things' happened.

, they are together."

As soon as Nangong Wuyue started chatting, she poured out all the past events of her family. She said a lot of things that need not be said. She probably wanted to prove her frankness to offset her previous criticism of other people.

Although Hao Ren didn't care about concealing the situation, Nangong Wuyue seemed to be quite concerned about it.

Through Nangong Wuyue's narration, Vivian finally understood how the unprecedented couple came together, and at the same time, she understood what was going on with Nangong Sanba, a half-assed demon hunter: not only was he

He's a mixed race, and he hasn't even learned all his skills!

"The inheritance was cut off from my father's generation," Nangong Sanba smiled awkwardly, "Of course he couldn't find other demon hunters after he married my mother. In fact, they have been living in seclusion in the mountains since then, just for fear of

Discovered by demon hunters or aliens. I learned some half-baked techniques from my dad. The only ones I learned relatively completely were runes and these—"

Nangong Sanba said, lifting up the large black windbreaker, revealing a small silver crossbow underneath and some strange flying knives, medicine bottles, wooden sticks and other gadgets: "Exorcism props, my dad is the only one who knows

I can make these things, but I’m not familiar with how to use them. Many exorcism props need to be driven by specific spirits. I haven’t learned them, and my dad doesn’t know how to teach them.”

"What is your attitude towards aliens?" Nangong Wuyue felt that this question must be asked head-on.

"If I say that I am a peace lover who hopes to unite all races in the world, that would be too false." Nangong Sanba spread his hands, "I can only say that I have no hostility towards most aliens, unless they take the initiative to trouble me."

Hao Ren still didn't understand a lot about this maverick demon hunter: "Are you in contact with other demon hunters? Are you always alone? They don't know there is such a special guy like you?"

"Of course I am alone. To be honest, I don't really like those orthodox demon hunters. I know that once my situation is exposed, they will definitely cause trouble for me." Nangong Sanba nodded, "The structure of the demon hunter

Relatively loose, although they are more closely connected than the aliens, they only maintain the minimum organizational form to facilitate the joint strangulation of 'evil'. When there is no joint action, the demon hunters often act alone, just like walking alone.

They are just like hunters, so a lone guy like me won't attract their attention. Even if I encounter someone occasionally, I'll pass it off with a few words, and I'll just say that I'm patrolling in another area and rush to carry out my mission."

, Nangong Sanba smiled slightly: "They never doubt their own people."

Hao Ren nodded. He had no doubts anymore, but for some reason, he always felt that there was something unexplained about the Nangong brothers and sisters.
Chapter completed!