"It's over!"

The blood man didn't even have time to groan before he fell from the air to the ground with a miserable face, and a dagger was stuck straight in his forehead.

Buel couldn't accept the fact in front of him, and his eyes were about to pop out.

"How is it possible? just a Huang Yuan intermediate rank!" he said tremblingly.

He could still accept his servant when he died, but the opponent was just a Huang Yuan middle-level man, and in less than half a minute of fighting, this Xuanyu first-level man died violently.

"You're mistaken, I'm now a high-level Huang Yuan. And ......" Ye Qiu flashed and appeared behind Buel, who wanted to escape, "It's not me who is unlucky today, it's you!"

The dagger shone with a cold light, and it looked like it was about to fall again.

Buel knelt on the ground with a "woo", and his lower body oozed a foul-smelling liquid, "Wait a minute, wait a minute! Do you know who I am?"

The dagger paused in mid-air.

"I belong to the Yanshu Organization! You kill me! The people above will never let you go!"

Ye Qiu snorted coldly, "The so-called Yanshu is a dirty organization of human trafficking?"

"Our Yanshu's forces are all over the corner, and human trafficking is only a small part!"

"So what?" Ye Qiu's dagger was oozing with a trace of black gas.

"We're just the people at the bottom of this organization, and the big people above won't be something that you can afford to provoke a small Huang Yuan high-level!"

"So what?"

Buel's tone softened again, he touched the space ring on his index finger, and a large amount of gold coins appeared in front of Ye Qiu. "You take my life, all this money is all my belongings, I will give it all to you!"

With so many gold coins, it is not difficult to imagine how many people this Buel has sold and how many unknown dirty deeds he has done.

"Do you think that if I let you go, the people above you will let me go when you go back?"

Buel almost gave Ye Qiu a snort, "I swear to God that I will never tell anyone about today's events!"

"I'm sorry, I don't believe it!" the dagger slashed into Bouel's face, the hot blood touching the cold air, and the wound doubly painful.

Bouel screamed.

"You're crying out because I'm just going to be in pain? Have you thought about the people who died because of your family? Have you thought about the people who have endured inhuman life because you've been locked up in a dungeon?"

Knife after knife with a chill, the knife hit, but the knife was not fatal.

Paris knew that she couldn't stop the current Ye Qiu, she could only silently cover the eyes of the paper kite, so that she would not look at the cruel picture.

As if knowing that it was impossible for him to return alive, Buerwu threw himself up, about to die and struggle.

Another stab, straight into the heart of Bouel.

Buel spat on Ye Qiu's face.

"I'm telling you, the Elven Kingdom and the Night Kingdom will soon be in chaos! Kill me, and there will be more people who have passed away!" Buel laughed miserably, "By the way, Biyin Village, which is closest to the Night Country, was cleaned by the people of our Yanshu Organization last night!"

As he spoke, Bouel's body shook vigorously, and the dagger was deflected away from his heart, and he died with a thud.

Hearing this, Ye Qiu's brain buzzed. Something happened in Biyin Village, the place where his warm memories were kept. Ye Qiu kicked away Buel's body and rushed into the carriage.

I saw that there were young and strong elf men and dozens of women with good postures lying inside, all of whom had a relationship with Ye Qiu in Biyin Village.

They were drugged and limped out in the wagon.

"What's wrong with Biyin Village!" Ye Qiu asked a few men.

"Everyone, everyone was killed. Only we survived......"

The young man who answered him had long since stopped crying, and everyone in the carriage was not the same.

"Where's Uncle Willis!

"Uncle Willis, he was the first to stand up and resist, he ......"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Ye Qiu knew what was going on. "Paris, paper kite, get in the car!

The sky began to darken, and the cold wind blew like knives on people's bodies. But Ye Qiu didn't have time to care about these now, he almost frantically drove the carriage with a whip, and rushed back as fast as he could.

On the way, Paris took the antidote from the space ring she got from Buel and gave it to everyone in the car. The car was deserted, and although everyone had survived the catastrophe, they had all lost their loved ones, and now how could they laugh.

It was almost midnight, and Ye Qiu finally drove the carriage back to Biyin Village. But he was greeted only by a ruin with a little green smoke. The horse that was driving the cart could not bear to die of exhaustion.

Seeing that tragic situation, Ye Qiu knelt on the ground with a puff, and the people in the carriage also came down. The remaining young adults in Biyin Village began to call out the names of their relatives with their throats dumb and crying.

To this day, there is still a glimmer of hope in their hearts, hoping that there are still people alive.

The village reverberated with their cries of grief. Ye Qiu ran to the familiar place that saved his life, the blacksmith shop.

When he got there, he grew his mouth, squatted on the ground and touched the already cold corpse, and cried out loud.

The man who had already opened his eyes with cold anger and a broken sword in his hand was gone, who was not Willis?

"Uncle, uncle. Ye Qiu shouted Willis over and over again, as if this would bring Willis back to life. He knelt on the ground and looked around as if remembering something.

"Will, Will!" Ye Qiu roared and shouted Will's name, there was no Will's body here, so, was he still alive?

In the darkness, a shouting man's voice was full of excitement.

"Come on, come on, my brother is still alive, come and save him!"

Ye Qiu struggled to stand up, followed the sound and looked over, and vaguely saw a child less than five or six years old being crushed under the rubble. Step by step, he walked towards the man.

At this time, a person suddenly appeared in the darkness, the sleeve of this person's right hand and right leg was empty, and the white bandage of the shoulder area could be faintly seen.

He just stood on top of the ruins, sneering and slamming at his feet. With a loud rumbling sound, the boy under the rubble was no longer silent.

The man's eyes that had been shouted to save his brother were empty for a moment. He struggled to his feet and threw himself at the man in the ruins. "Wicked, give it back to my brother!"

"Stop!" Ye Qiu wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

"It's noisy. The man on the ruins said. His left fist slammed into the man's lower abdomen. With a buzz, the elven man's stomach sank inward.

Poor fellow, he suddenly stopped breathing.

The snow, white with a chill, began to flutter and spill onto the ground. This year, the first snow in Biyin Village seems to mourn the tragic deaths.