Leng Yueyan pointed at the elder's sword and said coldly. Leng Yueyan was cold and arrogant, bloodthirsty, and felt like she had become a different person.

"Why don't you go quickly?" The leader of the Blood Evil Sect shouted coldly.

The elder was desperate for a moment and could only walk over with his teeth. He knew that the past was death, and that if he could not pass, life would be worse than death.

"laugh"

Leng Yueyan is cold and authentic.

"What?"

In the end, the elder squeezed out more than a dozen smiles in a row. Finally, when Leng Yueyan smiled closest to nature, he cut off his head with a sword, and the head was treasured by Leng Yueyan.

Once Leng Yueyan broke out, killing more than a dozen elders, and actually became disciples of the sect leader. All those who had offended Leng Yueyan were killed by her, and the sect leader of the Blood Evil Sect ignored them at all.

In the back mountain where you often play, Leng Yueyan hugged Gu Nianrou's body, with sapphire-like eyes, looked at Gu Nianrou, and said softly: "Sister, don't worry, I will definitely become a god. We sisters will not be too far away."

Putting away Gu Nianrou's body, Leng Yueyan's face was cold, looking at the bone sword in her hand:

"If this is your arrangement, then I, Leng Yueyan, will make you feel in pain."

After Leng Yueyan became a disciple of the sect leader, she returned to the small village of that year. The village was deserted and Leng Yueyan lived in the small village for three years.

In the past three years, Leng Yueyan has not practiced and has sat in front of her parents' tomb every day, but her eyes have always been sea blue and have never changed back.

Three years later, Leng Yueyan knelt in front of the tomb: "Dad, you have raised me for three years, and I have been mourning for three years. Although I can't repay you for the kindness, my daughter is leaving.

If there is a next life, Xiao Yan will definitely repay the kindness of raising you. From today on, Xiao Yan will no longer be the Xiao Yan, father and mother of the past, goodbye."

Leng Yueyan kowtowed three respectfully. These three heads were a farewell to the past, burying all her memories in the depths of her heart.

Leng Yueyan stood up, carried the bone sword on her back, and left without looking back. From then on, a generation of harsh devils was born in the evil path, and no one knew the name Xiaoyan from then on.
Chapter completed!