The withered grassland, blood was soaked under Xia Lan's body, which was filled with irregular pearls.

His fingers were moving, and he felt his consciousness gradually awakening, and the pain of the short spear piercing his chest became even more intense. He heard someone talking in the distance, which was the language of the barbarians.

He used to not understand the language of the barbarians, but now he hears it and understands it.

The voice is loud, the speaking speed is fast, and the tone is full of anger.

Looming careless, rough, woman, death.

Xia Lan's "corpse" suddenly trembled all over, and her closed eyes opened at that moment, dark, godless, dead silent.

The barbarian team was about to go back, they completed the mission, but someone stayed for a moment, and he was going to get his weapon back, because the short spear that threw pierced the little hare was still left on the corpse.

He walked over, looking back at the naked female corpse with reluctance. Perhaps he was playing with caution just now, so the other party would not die. If he didn't die, then there would be more opportunities to play.

The barbarian turned his head, as if he was a little regretful, but his regretful expression soon became surprised because he saw the little hare corpse pierced by him slowly stood up.

Xia Lan stood up, he looked like a target, because the short spear was piercing and hanging in his chest.

A drooping hand grabbed the front part of the short spear in his chest and slowly pulled it forward. His movements were very gentle and bloody.

He didn't seem to feel the pain of pulling out, so slowly, or, the pain had become numb, and he was irritating himself.

"You want it?"

It takes a long time to pull out the short spear.

Xia Lan looked at the barbarian not far away in front of her. He was laughing, smiling in a cunning way.

"Then I'll give it to you."

After the words came, the short spear penetrated through the barbarian's eyes and a round hole appeared.

No one knew what the barbarian felt, because he was dead.

He died in surprise, and his entire face still had the initial expression. He didn't understand why time seemed to be in a pause, and he didn't even wait for him to think about it more, even if it was a little bit, but he was dead.

Xia Lan was laughing, and the laughter was very loud, as if the sky was echoing his laughter. If the sky felt it, it felt crazy.

Kalam discovered an abnormality. At this time, they had already gotten on the horse. The companion was killed by accident. They didn't expect it, but then they were angry and asked them to take out their weapons and they began to charge.

Kalam didn't move because he didn't need to move, his men would kill the crazy boy.

Xia Lan was still laughing. He felt that he was stronger than ever. At that moment, he was even thinking that if there was a god in this world, he could kill him.

But there is no god in this world, and he cannot kill the god, so he can only kill the barbarians in front of him.

The barbarians' tall horses started, charged, and rushed, and their weapons were raised, with clear directions of the target.

Approach, approach, weapon attack, pass by, standard cavalry attack methods, but they failed because they became blood clots with their horses flying in the sky.

If time is frozen, this scene will be an elegant and cruel painting.

Kalam was stunned. The next moment he felt cold. It was fear and death.

Because the boy was within three steps of his, he was smiling at him, very bright, sunny and terrifying.

He didn't see how he came to him, and he cruelly killed his subordinates without even seeing how he took action.

Blur, vaguely, he seemed to see the silver flash of a sword, because the young man in front of him had a sword in his hand.

Kalam wanted to turn his horse's head, but he couldn't move, not in his heart, but in his body, as if he was bound and imprisoned by countless ropes.

What kind of power is this? Who is this?

Kalam didn't know who this strange boy was. The moment before, he was as fragile as a lamb. Now, he was as powerful as a god, or a demon.

Xia Lan did not give him an answer, but he gave him a sword.

Kalam still didn't see how the sword attacked. When he and his beloved horse split into two, he changed his fear to himself, because of his eyes, his consciousness, and he saw his other half of his body.

He wanted to open his mouth, he wanted to scream in pain, but he no longer had the ability to speak again.

The first time he felt that time passed slowly, and the last scene he saw was the smile of the boy, and he was still smiling at him, making him die.

In fact, the time is really slow, only a short 30 seconds.

But these 30 seconds became the last time these barbarians had before their lives.

Xia Lan knelt down again, and he held his head.

He was in pain, his whole body was in pain, his head seemed to explode, and there was a subconscious voice that told himself vaguely what had happened, intermittently, and involved guessing clearly.

He suddenly thought of something, something unknown.

This matter is very important because it supports him and he is in pain, but he wants to know.

Trying to walk around, he saw Madame Lisa, whose body was naked and twisted. Her expression was painful, her eyes turned pale, and her body exuded a strong unwillingness, anger, despair, and she was dead.

Xia Lan's eyes suddenly swelled and painful.

He continued walking until he stood in front of the hell he had created, with countless corpses scattered with yellow earth.

He knelt down because he understood the unknown matter, and the support was gone, his eyes were red with pain, and tears were pouring up.

In front of him was Rona's head with her eyes closed.

Only the head.

He killed her, along with the barbarians.

Before, he remembered something, and before him, Rona was hanging on a horse.

He remembered the prompt that gave him the power system.

"Tip: After activate the desperate situation of death, the host will fall into chaos and be uncontrollable when he is not capable of controlling the FerNu laws of this world. The safety of the host is the first element."

Not able to control... Chaos... Uncontrolled...

Yes, how can the weak self control this? How can it be!

He killed Rona.

He clearly said that he wanted to protect her and protect her mother and daughter, but he did not do it. In the end, he even killed Rona with his own hands.

He wants to laugh.

He is sorry to Uncle Oble, and to Rona and his daughter. He can't even protect himself. Protect them? He overestimates his ability.

"ah…………"

On this yellow earth in the sky, someone wailed in pain and sadness, like a wild beast, a wild beast with a dead heart.

The sad and twisted face, tears and dirty nose Xia Lan's face, he held Rona's small head.

The tears seemed to have no end, and even brought about rapid cough and asthma.

This face, from the face of the person he came to this world.

Gently stroked her swollen face.

"Little Rona, it doesn't hurt."

He was whispering, he was talking, as if she could hear it.

But she couldn't hear it, she was dead.

The colors of the sky gradually became dim and dark, and the shadow of the man on the withered grass was stretched out, lengthened...

Stars, purple moon.

The weird scenes are frozen.

He suddenly stood up, and in front of the blood clots scattered around him, he was like a child who lost something, constantly looking for something,

early morning.

Someone is digging something on this land.

noon.

The figure continued to poach.

At dusk, Xia Lan was carefully holding the blood clot in the pit, which was the blood clot he cut by Rona. He searched for a night and he put her body in aligned. Now, he was burying.

Her incomplete body is constantly intact, and next to her is her mother.

In front of the pit, Xia Lan looked at them. He was like a dead person, in a daze, but he could only look at them like this.

"Tip: Everything has its beginning, everything has its end, and when everything is its end, start to restart."

The mechanical sound in my mind suddenly appeared, like a ghost.

What does it mean? What does it mean?

No one gave him a reminder and reply.

A light suddenly flashed in Xia Lan's gray eyes.

System! System! Show me!

(Host) Name: Drank Xialan

Career Level: Intern Swordsman (5)
To be continued...