[I should never preach hatred ... because hatred must bring blood and violence, it is uncivilized ... but the fire of hatred should always be burned, because there is hatred, not a gentleman.

You must not let those who have hatred to revenge, that is, it is the clothing beast.]

Chang Yufeng inserted the sword on the ground, and softly called a shadow, and the messy limbs on the ground made him a little disgusting, exuding the smelly blood.

However, Xunhuang has no trace, and he can only see the blood and red blood flowing in his hands. He checked the whole body, but it was really difficult to feel how much pain, but he was a little dizzy. He fell to the ground.

Looking at Nassen's blood bones, I dare not imagine what happened here. That is definitely a terrible slaughter, and even the corpse collected people have never had it.

The dizziness was better, and those stinky corpses rushed over again, and the nose was blocked from the left pores to the right air hole. A serious illness was a serious illness.

He has his own magical power since he was a child, and the Ning family has a vein, but naturally predicts the future in his dreams. Although he is not a talented Ning family male, he has no ability.

Chang Yufeng's unclear reincarnation and dreams are mostly from the curse of the Ning family's blood.

"Is anyone ..." He looked up, and the original corpse had turned the fog to cover up here, and the scope of two people could be seen around, but looking at the past, it was white.

This corpse is a messy Chenpu, it is difficult to imagine that there will be a few miles away, and most of them should be the battlefield here, or the burial post.

A little bit of Yingming is not too far away from this, and he can hear it clearly. Chang Yufeng took the sword and slowly sought away from the surroundings.

He was shocked. After five steps, he trembled a little, and he was sure that it was not a battlefield here, because he saw the child and the woman's corpse here, next to them, there were some difficult roads-

He must raise his feet to step on the bloody spaces with blood -but it can only be a sharp dragonfly nodded ... It really made Chang Yufeng just fall back, but his back foot could not be found again.

Ying's sorrow may be ...

He couldn't bear to look down at the corpses.

He is no longer afraid of the corpse now, but he just sees that there are old -fashioned corpses on the way, and even ... He no longer looks, and can't bear it. He can only move forward slowly.

What he is most afraid of is that this road can't be finished.

"Is anyone ..."

He called over again, and then he didn't say a word.

He really doesn't believe someone here ...

"Oh ... oh ..."

In the fog of bloody smell, a painful sobbing came over, letting Chang Yufeng's ears move, and he went away.

He walked a little faster, and the corpses were accidentally kicked by him. He thought that the corpse was alive, and he looked at it subconsciously, but he could only see that the corpse rolled his blood eyes. At a glance, it was clear.

"Oh ... oh ..." The old man's voice sighed, what would he suffer, what can you suffer if you can suffer?

The old man is sleepy, so he will help it soon.

"Excuse me ... Is there anyone? Where are you?" Chang Yufeng did not hear the old man asking for help, and could only ask again.

He originally wanted to call for the shadow, but it was still avoided. The shadow shadow was there, and he would definitely answer it.

"No one ... no one ..." The old man looked at Chang Yufeng with his sword in the fog, scared and nonsense, and slowly climbed on the ground.

Like a blood turtle, you can only climb with the bloody corpse.

"Old man ..." Chang Yufeng accepted his sword and jumped quickly, but he only heard the old man's cry.

"Rao Ming ... Rare ... Don't kill me ... Don't kill me ..."

"Old man ... I won't kill you ... don't be afraid ..."

Chang Yufeng saw the old man who crawled, and the red blood also dyed Chang Yufeng's shoes.

"Don't you kill me? You have killed so much ... He Xi kills my old man again ..." The old man did not listen to Chang Yufeng, climbing and twisted on the ground, but it was difficult to climb too far, but Chang Yu

Feng can only follow up, squat down, stop in front of the old man.

The old man trembled again, buried his head, took those heads that broke his clothes to cover his head, so that Chang Yufeng did not know how to be ...

He is embarrassed now, and it is difficult to have any good faces ...

"I won't kill you ... don't be afraid ..."

Chang Yufeng squatted half of the sword on his thigh. He just saw it clearly. The corpses here are all thick and hemps. It is not a glorious and rich clothing. This is not a murderous post, nor is it a battlefield ...

It is a terrible slaughter.

Maybe this country was defeated, so the city was slaughtered.

This logic is appropriate, but it is always uncomfortable.

"You dogs are broken ... might as well kill me ..." The old man seemed to be coming hard, and he didn't escape. This made Chang Yufeng see his legs that had no trace ...

It is also pitiful. No wonder the old man crawled in the blood mud. He thought it was old and weak, so he knew it was so miserable.

"Poor our king ... being forced to death by you! Poor we can only be slaughtered by you! If I have a nine days of hell, I will cursed you!

Super! "

The old man bleeding in his mouth, he shouted, ah, he bit his tongue, and he didn't mean to live ...

Those open and round eyes stared at Chang Yufeng. Chang Yufeng saw that there was blood in his mouth, and the hand had to point to himself.

Dead ...

Chang Yufeng fell back. He was not afraid of the corpse, because he died naturally to become a corpse. He also felt that he had understood the truth of life. The empty teenager knew the words of fate.

He also felt that he should know some life, and he also understood the truth in the truth. The life in life, the epiphany of the epiphany, was scared by the old man's eyes.

He fell in the blood mud, and the sword fell down and smashed into the blood mud.

"Dead ..."

Chang Yufeng didn't know that the old man was so rigid. If he was regarded as a soldier of this slaughter, he committed suicide than dying under the enemy's sword.

How can he feel better for the deceased ...

He exhaled in his nose, somewhat uncomfortable, his nose was blocked, and his mouth could not be closed. He could only open his mouth slightly, and he was restless in the blood gas in the fog.

He stood up and closed his eyes fiercely. I didn't know that the blood fog was condensed. The blood was left from his face. The fog blood was clear, it was not sticky, and it was similar to the rain.

It's.

The rain is raining, and Chang Yufeng can only ask this red blood mist again. Is there anyone?

Asked if anyone in the city that had just been slaughtered, but it was also a storm that he didn't know how to be a good scene, and he could only walk silently and no longer speak.

He can only remember where to go south. Where is the south? If he can't find the south, he can only walk slowly in the direction of blood flow.

Blood and water should go down. Chang Yufeng is walking faster. The blood rain is continuous, but it looks like a mountain.

They are all unexpected faces, and they are all dead souls under the sword.

They are not similar, but most of them have a characteristic. Adults, most of them have long white hair, white hair is stained with red blood, and it is impossible to distinguish which color is ...

Chang Yufeng was concerned about his hair. He saw his equally long white hair. He came here for no reason, but found that this matter must be not that simple.

The white hair is leisurely, and the human heart is trembling.

Chang Yufeng's expression became more and more dignified, white hair and blood became more and more, and the roads were getting longer and longer.

The corpse of this road, the blood mud all the way, the blood and rain on this road, the frightened heart of Chang Yufeng, and what they knew, the slower the more, the deeper, the deeper, the more he was, the heavier his soul, the more heavier his soul became heavier.

Then, then

Unexpectedly, you can't breathe.

His nose and nose closed tightly, and it was difficult to breathe.

He couldn't believe it, and naturally he couldn't understand and confirm. He could only go and walk.

"Poor ... our king ..."

His voice wandered between the corpse.

"Nine days of hell ... forever must not be born ..."

The words of the old man came out of Chang Yufeng's mouth.

But ... how can there be a hell above nine days in this world ... how can there be no one who calls for a person to die ... Malithful?

"You really shouldn't return this divine power ..."

A figure is slowly now in front of Chang Yufeng. It was a little girl, with a clear white hair, and the exquisite eyes, clear, which was completely different from the red on the ground.

Chang Yufeng, only Chang Yufeng, saw the man now, standing quietly, or standing dumbfounded.

"Are you sure to reincarnate reincarnation? If this is the case ... you really separate from Shenge ... There is no chance to look back ..."

The girl's voice was very nice, but she was also cold and scary. She had compassion, and she also had a slight breath that made the face suddenly.

"I have no idea……"

Chang Yufeng was a little surprised by his voice, it was like shouting alone from his own voice. He did not know.

But he answered subconsciously, there was no question who asked, because it was not so important.

The stones wandering in his heart smashed fiercely, making him breathless.

"Oh ... have you finally come to this memory ..."

That girl sighed.
To be continued...