"Kill. Kill."

He pressed his lips together numbly, but no sound came out.

The soldiers were all killed!

Pigs and dogs are everywhere, waiting for brave warriors to catch up and kill them!

Human life is as cheap as grass.

He walked forward aimlessly and walked into an alley alone.

Everything in front of me was covered in blood.

But the body's instincts are still there, and he still has the awareness of a powerful monk.

There is someone behind the door on the left front!

Bang!

Tongli pushed the door open directly.

Behind the door stood a frightened... child.

a child!

Small, short, lower than a wheel.

He fell to the ground and put his hands behind his back.

kill--

a child!

The young man suddenly woke up. Looking at the sharp sword in his palm, he had the urge to insert the sword into his heart.

Why is the young face reflected by the sword blade so strange?

At the Yellow River Conference two years ago, he had just become the leader of the inner palace. At that time, he was so high-spirited and high-spirited. He just felt that the world is so big that there is nowhere he can go, and the world is so vast that nothing can be accomplished.

The war in just half a month ended like this...

The eyes are dull, the face is dull, and the thoughts are vicissitudes of life!

"Lie down and pretend to be dead."

He opened his withered mouth, and then he realized that his voice was terribly hoarse.

The child was also frightened and froze there in horror.

He turned around and closed the door behind him.

But suddenly a warning light flashed through my mind——

He vaguely remembered that the child's hand hidden behind his back was holding something and was about to take it out!

Hate me?

Hate me?

Do you want to sneak attack me?!

The body moved before the spiritual sense, and the door that had just been closed was opened by a sword, and the sword light swept across the courtyard.

That kid!

cracked.

The little hand that just moved in front of her body was holding a mask tightly in its palm, as if it could gain infinite courage from the mask.

It's not a weapon that can hurt people.

It's just a festive zodiac mask that adults buy to entertain their children during the holidays.

The painting depicts a stupid tiger with a naive head and brain.

There is a hydrangea in the mouth, and there are red strings on the tiger ears.

"A house that accumulates good deeds will always be happy."

For some reason, he suddenly thought of this sentence.

"Kill-ah! Ahhh!!!"

He could not remember which one fell first, the sword or the man.

I just remember kneeling down in front of that innocent child, and the whole world was falling apart.

Later he could no longer lift the sword.

Even if the Taoist heart has been reshaped!

…

Kuang Ming's Tie Shu had already pushed aside Sun Yin's sword, and penetrated the defense of the holding moon, and then he was almost unstoppable and moved forward indomitably——

But at the moment when Sun Yin Tianling was killed, those eyes that were lost in fate suddenly woke up from the confusion.

It was a pair of bright red eyes, as clear as gems, except for the pupil, which was a complete and well-proportioned snowflake.

According to legend, when a lonely soul in the world dies, snow will fall from the sky.

Magical power, longevity!

Sun Yin's hand grasped the tip of the tree.

His five fingers were all stained with blood, but the iron rod named [Prisoner] ended in front of his eyebrows.

He just looked at Kuang Ming.

It seems like I have been watching it for a long time.

"What do you think I saw?" he asked.

…
Chapter completed!