The man paused, and the monks rode away at a rapid pace, and the little boy behind him quickly chased after him. With only a pair of meat legs, he actually came out much faster than the horse, and soon caught up with the footsteps.

Within a moment, the little boy returned to his place, standing behind the man with an expressionless face, with a bloody mark on his sleeve, and with a light brush of his hand, it was gone.

The proprietress of the shop tidied up her clothes, walked out, and continued to shuttle busily, the boss went to get his hand, the proprietress glared at him resentfully, threw him aside, and motioned for someone to watch. The boss touched the back of his head and smirked.

The petite and pretty proprietress came to deliver the food, the man smiled on his lips, the proprietress put down the plate, was stunned for a moment, and blushed slightly. Hongyuan looked up at him, his smile deepened a little, the man was tall and long-legged, cold as an unclimbable mountain, unkind, but his smile was like three feet of cold ice melting. The stark contrast made the proprietress scramble, the dishes clanged together, and she almost fled in a panic, and looked back when she walked out of Xu Yuan.

The boss pulled her face and murdered her, and the proprietress rolled her eyes, pushed the person, and went to get the wine.

The man's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he suddenly smiled again.

That day, a few female cultivators just glanced at him a few more times, and he followed for a long time, talking in a strange manner, how could he be indifferent today? Obviously, there was a mixture of dragons and snakes in his ears, and everyone was noisy and lively. He was about to be driven crazy by the silence and silence of the people around him, and the restless gloom in the man's eyes became thicker and heavier. The proprietress was still secretly looking over, and the man suddenly stretched out his hand and made a cross movement in the void, and there was a clattering and breaking sound.

I saw that the roof of the pergola above the young couple seemed to have been neatly cut by a sharp sword, and it crackled and collapsed. The heavy beams fell from the sky, just hitting the brains of the young couple, and the two of them did not make a sound, and the whole was buried under the rubble.

The Venerable people were stunned by this sudden situation, and then someone slapped the table and shouted, "Who did it?!"

"It's too rampant to kill people in public!"

"Where is sacred, why doesn't anyone speak?Dare to do it?!"

"It's definitely here, it can't go far!"

……

Most of the people here are casual cultivators, or knights from the past, and with the large number of people, they are all full of pride and stand up one after another.

The little platypus looked at the man worriedly, and wanted to raise its paws to touch him, but he didn't dare, so he had to raise his paws to gest.

There was a hint of confusion on Hongyuan's face, and he looked at his left hand...... Just now...... Is it his hand?

He found his own changes, moody and uncertain.

He couldn't help but think, the woman looked at him twice, he was obviously by his side, why didn't he give it to him...... Look at it.

He can't see others well, when the couple is smiling and smiling, and his eyebrows are flirtatious, he is envious and jealous. He wants it more than anyone else, he wants it more than anyone else, but the one who is willing to give him these things...... There are no more.

Why do others have it?!

is already married, and she is still merciful to others, why doesn't she cherish it?!

Hongyuan looked down at the person in his arms, and thousands of emotions came up. He didn't move except for such a big movement, what was he thinking?

If no one cares, then what is his patience and self-restraint during this time?

The man trembled uncontrollably, his arms tightened uncontrollably, and he rubbed and pressed the person in his arms tightly and firmly, as if only in this way could it be proved that he still had temperature, that he was still within reach, and that he had not left him.

He used too much force, and the body was forced to cling to him, almost merging with him, and there was a faint deformation of bones.

"Squeak-" The little platypus sitting on the side jumped up violently, almost more than a foot high, jumped onto Fang Qi's back, climbed up along the clothes on his back, stepped on the top of the young man's head, and pecked the man's shoulder, pecking it so much that its mouth hurt.

The little platypus touched its big mouth pitifully. Its mouth is long and hard, so it is often worried that it will be too rigid and easy to break. After touching it up and down, and finding that it was okay, the little guy shouted loudly, attracting the attention of several people.

It pumped itself up and plunged headlong between the two, its hindpaws slamming the man's shoulders and its front paws pushing the man's chest hard, desperately trying to separate them.

This scene is extremely funny and strange, and everyone looks at it, intuitively feeling that these people are not in a normal state, and someone says, "Who are they?"

"Yes...... They did it, right?"

"It looks like it. ”

Everyone looked at each other, and suddenly lost two lives, and it was not an accident or a coincidence. The husband and wife are one south and one north, separated by a few meters, how can it be that the beams of the house collapsed at the same time and smashed on the heads of the two of them impartially?

Most of the people present were originally indignant, but when they really had a suspicious target, they weakened. With such a skill, the gods did not know it, and easily took the lives of two people without arousing anyone's vigilance, and the strength was by no means within their reach, whoever was the first bird could fall into the same fate, who dared?

Everyone was hesitating, and on the other side, chaotic and complicated emotions came one after another, burning through his reason and burning his eyes red.

The little platypus was lifted lightly and rolled off the two of them, falling to the ground with tears rolling down their faces. The man suddenly let go of the man in his arms, clasped his head, and forced him to turn around and look at it with wide eyes, the young man closed his eyes and said nothing, and the man muttered, "You deliberately don't want to make me feel better, don't you?"

"Look," Hongyuan said, "look at what I'm doing." ”

I saw a faint white light flashing, like a small and sharp white blade, and at the same time, a piece of flesh was cut off from the bodies of dozens or hundreds of monks, and blood gurgled down.

"Ahh

"Who's it, who's it?!"

"Oh my God, I can't move, why can't I move?!"

"I can't move...... What kind of strange spell is this, my true qi ......"

"Help!"

All the monks stood in place like nails under their feet, sitting and standing, and all parts of the monks were fixed except for the movement of their eyes and tongue. There was a strong fear in their eyes, and at this time they discovered the problem, the true qi that was originally abundant and proud, wanting to break through such a clamp was tantamount to shaking the tree!

Who the hell is this?!

"Listen," Hongyuan said softly, "they're screaming, they're shouting for help." ”

Then another flash of red light flashed, this time cutting through the veins, and bright red blood splashed out of the air and splashed onto the wooden pillars of the tea shed next to it.

……

If there was still a temptation and scruples at the beginning, the more lawless it became, the man's eyes were red, and he became more and more tyrannical and cruel, and several people in the tea shed complained, crying and screaming, and the ground was full of blood and flesh, and the monk and knight who had almost been cut into skeletons were dying, and they could no longer be called, and the broken flesh and blood, the white bones stained with red blood, were terrifying.

The man's expression was grim, he couldn't remember what he was doing, the sky was completely deformed, immediately returned to normal, and within a moment, it was distorted and deformed again, and the calm sky returned to normal, constantly changing and changing.

The little platypus hugged the man's leg with a handful of snot and tears, rubbed his slimy snot, and chirped in a hurry.

The man's heart was extremely angry and hateful, and countless images flashed through his mind, one moment the vivid figure of the man, and the other time he was lying lifeless on the ground. One moment it was a silvery white light that enveloped the heavens and the earth, and the other was a dozen horn thorns, and under his nose, he watched him and was pierced through his chest.

That's right......

Pierced him.

A basin of cold water poured down his head, cooling his red-hot eyebrows.

At that moment, he seemed to be standing in an empty wasteland, with swords and blood swords in all directions, and the cold light shot towards him, he had nowhere to hide and nowhere to hide, allowing the sword to stick into his body and pierce his heart.

It's like having a terrible nightmare......

The man smiled wryly, that's right, this was originally a dream,

He was like a rootless weed, never precious, never homeless.

Here he found his roots, the only treasure he had, the only treasure he had, how much he liked him, how much he liked to be with him, and he was willing to do whatever he could as long as he could keep someone warm enough for the rest of his life. But why...... Why should even this only one of those who was left take away and leave nothing for him?

The man buried his face in pain, the sky and the surrounding scenery tore and pulled even harder, and for a moment, he wanted to break out of the dream, skin those monks alive, knife by knife, scrape their flesh with his own hands, let them live as if they were dead, all of them to die!

But......

He didn't dare, he couldn't leave here, this was where he existed, and if he didn't even have this, what proof would he have been? He really had nothing.

I can't live anymore.

Baby, you saved me and killed me.

In the end, the barrier was restored steadily.

The sun and moon were gone, and the sky suddenly darkened.

It's better to die together, die together, die together.

He stood up with the man in his arms, and walked forward on foot, his steps slow and numb, the little platypus stumbling behind, the bamboo basket on the carriage, it bit its claws and toes and looked at it for a while, made a heroic expression, and cried to keep up with the man's footsteps.

He carried him forward, blood behind him, black mist rolling, he lowered his head and kissed his lips, dragged his tongue out of his mouth, sucked in it, and then pushed it in again. Wherever he goes, wherever he carries people, he keeps moving forward, he can't stop, he can't stop, he thinks too much.

He stayed up all night, was always busy, and never stopped. I will still stay at the inn overnight, and when I come, the guest house is full, and there is no one in time and space. During the day, when the baby platypus was so tired that he fell asleep. He was in the quiet inn, undressing the man, cleansing his face, bathing, and cooking his favorite meals, and turning them from hot to cold.

In the silent night, it is a carnival of lust. He rubbed his hard, his eyes were obsessed, like a doll, carefully peeled off his underwear, first exposed a shoulder, kissed and licked finely, after a long time, let go of the wet shoulder, as if opening a rare treasure, uncovered a piece of clothing on his chest, he gnawed his collarbone, took the delicate bone into his mouth and sucked until his skin was blue and purple. The man's expression was religious, the tip of his tongue went down the skin, latching on the milk on his chest, biting, sucking, sucking, sucking, he tried to lighten and lighten, but he still couldn't control the weight because of his distraction, and he bit the skin of the little thing, trembling, and trembling in the air.

The lust in the man's eyes was heavier, and he did all the things he had resisted to do before, fantasizing about the reaction that this man might have, sobbing in a low voice, and unable to do anything. He sucked his toes, scratched the center of his foot, imagined that he couldn't stand it, let out sweet moans and useless resistance, and softened into a puddle of water under him, the man closed his eyes and enjoyed it, his fingers expanded and opened up on his hips, until the entrance became soft, and he pushed in heavily, regardless of it, let go of the force, he lifted his upper body, and hit the body (.)

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