The next morning, Xiao Manzhan felt a little cold and wanted to open his eyes, but he felt that his eyelids were heavy, and he finally opened a gap slightly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I saw that the night was hazy, a few dim stars in the sky, sparsely distributed, it was estimated that it was already dawn, the sky was almost dawn, and there were fields and open spaces around.

Xiao Manzhan turned out to be Mo Min sleeping on a bush of grass, not at home.

Moon by month fell asleep on all fours beside Xiao Manzhan, and the white snake and the little turtle also slept soundly beside him. Xiao Manzhan felt strange, the usual alertness of the month is the highest, even if he fell asleep, the slightest wind and grass would alarm it, what happened today?

"Why am I here?" Xiao Manzhan wanted to get up, and when he tried hard, he didn't get up, he felt a sore back all over his body, and his brain was dizzy, like he had drunk too much wine, but Xiao Manzhan still remembered yesterday's events very clearly, and he obviously didn't drink!

A morning breeze drifted by, and Xiao Manzhan smelled a faint smell of blood, and suddenly his brain was shaken and excited, and the dizziness was suppressed a lot. At the same time, extreme uneasiness rose from the heart.

"Why is there - so thick blood?"

Then in the faint light, Xiao Manzhan glanced into the small village not far away, and a huge sense of fear poured into his brain.

"Blood is coming from the village!" the thought rose from his heart, and his brain buzzed like a hammer.

Everything that happened to the barbarians two years ago came back to the brain, the corpses that were strewn all over the place, the heavy stench of corpses, the rotting flesh and blood・・・・・・

Every scene lingered in Xiao Manzhan's heart, and now all of them emerged from the depths of his memory.

"Dad, Mom, wait for me, don't have anything! Don't have an accident!"

The little barbarian struggled to get up, like a drunken man, and staggered towards the village in the field.

The whole village has been reduced to rubble.

In some yards, because there are many people living in them, the blood that flows out makes the whole yard sprinkled with bright red.

No one survived along the way, and the blood that gathered on the main road of the village flowed slowly.

In some places, the blood has turned into tofu lumps and is full of flies.

Xiao Manzhan's brain was blank, and he only thought about going in the direction of home.

In fact, seeing this, he should have understood what the situation was at home a long time ago. It's just that he doesn't believe it, he thinks that maybe there will be a glimmer of life, maybe - his parents are still alive.

Although I thought so in my heart, the little barbarian battle walked very slowly! Very slowly!

The final situation is in front of you, all you have to do is be ready to accept him, and repeatedly avoiding it will only make yourself more miserable in the future moment.

Although the speed was slow, it was not long before the small earthen courtyard came into view.

There were two large holes in the low courtyard wall in front of him, and at the mouth of the hole lay two corpses that had been blurred with flesh and blood, almost smashed into meat sauce.

"This ・・・・・・ poof!" A hot current gushed out of Xiao Manzhan's chest, and he was so angry that he was angry, and then a violent dizziness struck, his body was uncontrollable, and he only felt light, slowly fell down, and fainted.

Soon, a strange figure appeared at the entrance of the small mountain village, but did not enter. The man was strangely dressed, with a black wooden cane in his hand, a picture on his back, and his head covered so tightly that he could not distinguish between a man and a woman.

"Is it related to the reincarnation of gods and demons?"

He untied the picture he was carrying on his back at the entrance of the village, and gestured to the sky with the wooden cane in his hand, and then something seemed to be lured into the scroll in the air, and then the oppressive aura that hung over the village's head disappeared.

If the cultivators saw all this, they would be shocked, and all the unjust souls that lingered in the village were suddenly absorbed into the picture scroll behind the mysterious man.

Roll up the scroll again, put down the crutches, sit cross-legged at the entrance of the village and meditate quietly, deducing.

"Bmm!

It was only at noon that the mysterious discovered the little brute who was unconscious outside the walls.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!" Xiao Manzhan was choked awake, only to feel that something had penetrated into his throat, and his strength gradually recovered.

"I'm Zang Jiao, from the Southern Wu Clan!"

When Xiao Manzhan woke up for the first time, a young woman's face came into view, thin, beautiful, and cold.

"Oh!"

The little barbarian replied, then got up from the ground and turned to leave. Zang Jiao obviously didn't expect Xiao Manzhan to react like this.

"Where are you going?"

"Kill!" the killing intent struck, but it was gone.

Xiao Manzhan turned his head and glanced at Zang Jiao, although Zang Jiao did not change his color on the surface, but this sudden terrifying killing intent really shocked him. It was like a drum in my chest, and my heart was pounding.

"How do I feel like I'm being stared at by a poisonous snake!" Zang Jiao thought secretly.

"You!you!, you don't want to know what I fed you just now?" Zang Jiao stammered as she tried to calm herself down.

The back of Xiao Manzhan leaving froze for a moment, and he was silent for a while.

"Thank you! You save me! But I'm going to get revenge first! My name is Barbarian War!" and disappeared in an instant.

"It's so fast! It's worthy of an ancient god and demon!" Zang Jiao sighed in her heart.

"But-hehe-hee! This stupid boy, I thought I saved him!

"It seems that this trip, not only can you get reincarnated gods and demons, maybe you can also receive a large number of unjust souls!" Zang Jiao's mouth rose slightly.

Just as Zang Jiao was about to set off to catch up with Xiao Manzhan, an inconspicuous short weapon on the ground appeared in her field of vision.

Zang Jiao stared at the short weapon in her hand with a complicated expression, and there was a special flame pattern on the handle of the weapon.

"A masterpiece of the Royal Workshop! Isn't this a pattern that can only be used by royal descendants?"