[If you were smarter, you wouldn’t be so troubled. No one is forcing you to do anything. We give you the opportunity to choose every path, and at the appropriate time, we will tell you earnestly that one day you will

What will it be, how will it be...

But you insist on going your own way, and all you can do is live in pain and suffering.

In fact, we have given you many opportunities, but you will eventually choose to take this eternally painful path...

We have no choice but to comfort you like this:

Stop dreaming and go die.】

The cold moon has no front, wandering across the lonely soul, the flames are scorching high, the heart is burning and the lungs are burning.

Walking in the dark night, Shen Zhihua's pain may be difficult to retreat from.

"Damn it..." He choked, his throat trembling with pain.

"Damn it..." A life burned by the fire snake is like an empty shell that has long lost its vitality.

The pain! Extremely painful!

"I'm going to... kill you!" He stumbled and raised the long sword next to him. He didn't care about the scorching air waves of the hot iron. He was just afraid of the brute force and wanted to pierce the long face into the heart of the person in front of him, making him

!Let yourself! die in peace.

"Hehe, Brother Zhihua, don't close your eyes. My little friend, I just... came to see the excitement of a fire in the Shen family..." The man in front of him kicked Shen Zhi, who was staggering over.

The painting, let Shen Zhihua stagger away, once again fell into the dust, setting off a wave of flames in the world.

"Don't be unhappy. I'm going to clean up this little bastard like you! Then I'll go back and clean up Xiji's stinky shoes. You two are a perfect match! In hell! Let's be a lonely couple!"

The man was condescending and kicked him hard, but Shen Zhihua, who was on the ground, was kicked away as if he could not stop him at all.

"I am going to kill you!"

"I am going to kill you!"

"I'm going to kill you!!!"

How could he have the strength? The fire snake's burned body was extremely hot. If he hadn't breathed his last breath, how could he have stood up, rushed in front of the man, raised his sword and stabbed him?

But what makes Shen Zhihua despair is that his body is too short, and the body that was burned in the flames is already in tatters. The only thing waiting for him is death, but it is so tragic and unbearable...

Yaji...Xiji...

He could only call her name in his mind...

The raging fire was burning, and Shen Zhihua's heart was boiling with poison that was hotter than fire, and it was about to poison this broken body to be riddled with holes and leave no trace of skin intact!

Shen Zhihua fell down, and the man laughed and kicked him three or four times. Then he felt bored and spat the phlegm from his mouth onto Shen Zhihua's mottled face. Finally, he left the fire scene leisurely.

It has long been unimportant whether he set the fire or not. As long as the Zhengfa Department of Yixian Town determined that it was the cause of the dryness of the sky and dry things, it would definitely be ignored.

However, no one would have thought that after the fire in the Shen family, the whole family died on the spot, but only one member of the Shen family survived, and that was the eldest son of the Shen family, Shen Mo, and Shen Zhihua.

He was completely unrecognizable in the fire, and was saved by scavengers using bamboo weaving. Although he saved his life, his family had been destroyed, and he was in pain.

This life, living, is revenge!

I am going to kill you!

Three days after the fire in Shen's house, Shen Zhihua, whose whole body was still in pain, no longer sobbed at all, only the sound of gnashing his teeth, and the hatred that wanted to burst out of his eyes burst out in the bamboo weaving.

He stood up and scared all the scavengers away, not daring to take a step forward.

"Brother..." A man wearing a turban laughed loudly.

"This guy...seems like he really thinks he can stare someone to death with his eyes!"

The man in the turban has bright features and looks naturally intelligent. When he saw Shen Zhihua's appearance, he also smiled coldly and heartlessly, with a bit more of a joking look for fun.

Shen Zhihua had never seen this person before, and how could he stand the man's jokes. His eyes became more angry and brighter. Only these eyes could be manipulated by him, but they also made him laugh again.

A man.

"Oh, what an interesting lonely ghost, with an angry heart that never ends...so..." Before the man could finish his words, he was gently patted on the chest by a man holding a white fan.

Tell him to shut up.

This person is exactly what he calls his elder brother.

The eldest brother, named Tang Yibai, stood in the corridor holding a fan. His slender figure was blocked even by the moonlight. Shen Zhihua's tattered body was rotten in the bamboo weaving, emitting a disgusting stench.

"No one can resist the anger of Karma. My fourth brother is just a late bloomer."

Tang Yibai waved his hand, and a bolt of lightning flashed like a dragon under the clear sky. The "dragon tail" was thrown straight below Yixian City and swept away extremely quickly.

He took the life of a passerby.

A ray of green light and blue lightning quickly gathered in Tang Yibai's fan.

Tang Yibai was seen holding his chin with his left hand, looking up at the soul in the fan and shouting: "I have an opportunity for revenge in your hands. Whether you can seize it or not depends entirely on you."

"Who are you?"

Shen Zhihua looked at this man with a lot of background in slight shock. The passerby who was struck by lightning must have lost his soul, but this man didn't care at all. He just tilted his fan to cover his face.

Look at yourself with those thunderous eyes.

It was also later that the man named Tang Yibai became synonymous with madness almost overnight. However, he appeared suddenly and behaved extraordinary in front of Shen Zhi's paintings - treating human life as nothing and treating the people as nothing.

Ants.

It is such a person who, with an unprecedented sense of responsibility, opens the door to the same hell to everyone.

"I'm just Tang Yibai." Tang Yibai flicked his fan again, and souls poured into Shen Zhihua's head. For a moment, the souls like running water repaired his body, giving him an unprecedented experience.

To the nothingness of life.

A living human life turned into nothingness and bubbles in less than two seconds.

What's the difference with them?

Shen Zhihua could sit up suddenly, and suddenly look at his body that was no longer in pain, struggling to death, and his soul that was being tortured in every way.

"We will go to Yuzhao Mountain."

Tang Yibai put away his fan.

"After you have solved your own problem, come over and I can give you a better answer there."

After saying that, the man in the turban also stood up, and there was another man leaning against the wall, waiting boredly.

They are fellow travelers, and they are also lonely ghosts.

At that time, Shen Zhihua would not be what he is now, but within the next day, his anger would be completely ignited.

Shen Zhihua, who used the Scorpion Sword, also at that time, became a real scorpion. He could not let anyone get close to him. As long as he got close, he would wave his pair of pincers and poisonous needles to drive away the living beings.

"If there's anything else that needs to be explained...it's..."

Someone closed a book and walked out of the darkness of the luminous crystal.

"Shen Zhihua changed from [anger] to [lust]. Therefore, there was a gap in the rotation array that Tang Yibai wanted to create, and the big devil was not resurrected successfully. In a sense, it also illustrates one thing

Even if Tang Yibai leaves nothing to chance, he will still make a mistake."

The man stood up and looked at the visitor.

Chang Yufeng, dressed in black, listened to the stories of the Seven Kings of Swordsmen.

He was wearing black clothes and a white jade pendant hung around his waist.

On the jade pendant, there was an ancient dragon entrenched, and the huge word "Ning" flashed in the luminous crystal.

"Failed... A rotation formation that had been carefully planned for so long ended due to such an obvious... failure... Tang Yibai... would have failed?"

Chang Yufeng's stern voice seemed to be scolding the stories in the book.

"The Great Rotation Formation! It is impossible to fail! What happened five hundred years ago? Why did anger turn into lust! Tell me!"

Chang Yufeng's hand has already been placed on the green scabbard, as if the man's head would be separated by Chang Yufeng's head if he hesitated for even a moment.
Chapter completed!