The sound of the rain, the wind, the rustling of clothes, the sound of rain hitting and falling.......

There was also the sound of anxious and happy breathing on the other side. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Shisu's body is fast, and the sword is also fast, and a cold light divides the rain line. The stagnant water under his feet was a crimson color.

One. A small blood hole in the heart was gushing with blood.

Lightly touched the ground, raised his hand and waved his sword, and there was a trace of blood on his neck.

Shiso frowned slightly, looking at the little red and white color that came out as the sword was drawn.

Zhuang Shaoyang's hand holding the sword trembled, he could barely hold the light short sword in his hand, looking at the dead guards one by one, Zhuang Shaoyang's heart trembled bitterly, he took it for granted, where did he restrain him, he simply opened the cage where the tiger was held!!

"Father. ”

Zhuang Shaoyang moved his gaze to the third person in the circle, except for the white-bearded old man, a man in his forties with a finger-long black beard on his chin.

"Shaoyang, I don't blame you. The man's face was resolute, and his expression was sad, "God is dead to my dealer!"

"Uncle Jiu, please take him to escape to Shaohua for a while, and leave a trace of blood for my banker. I hope that Shaohua's child can help the dealer for the sake of blood. "The middle-aged man Zhuang Biyuan also made a short sword, although the young man's speed is fast, if he fights in close combat, he should be able to limit it, I hope he can delay a little longer.

Zhuang Biyuan and Zhuang Shaoyang raised their swords and jumped towards Zisu, who was swinging their swords to kill people, while the white-bearded old man fled in the opposite direction with a wooden barrel with a sealed seal and a finger-thick hole. The entrance of the alley is not far away......

Looking at the father and son of the dealer who came up, Zisu secretly said Do you want to escape? Her sword is not because of the speed of her body, she turned around and leaned back slightly to avoid the oncoming double swords, the sword in Zisu's hand slid through a circular arc and swept from the bottom to the top of the two people's bodies, and the internal force infused into the sword brought out a half-finger-long sword, slid through the heart and slipped through the neck.

Shisu chased forward without stopping, the overwhelmed long sword shattered into fragments with a cold glow, and the smooth fragments were inserted into the stone walls on both sides, reflecting the blood all over the ground, and the bitterness and remorse of the two people who slowly fell to the ground, greed, are all greed!

The white-bearded old man was about to run out of the alley, Shiso threw out the long sword that was broken in his hand, and the white-bearded old man fell to the ground with the barrel on his back. The only remaining blade of the long sword was submerged in the head.

At this point, there are no people in the alley!

Shisu crossed the old man and stood at the entrance of the alley, with his back to the people in the alley. The hands under the long sleeves trembled slightly, dead, all dead, killed by her own hands with a sword and a sword.

Slowly turning around stiffly, Shisu looked at the dead people on the ground, and muttered to himself: "Dead, all dead." Can't go back, can't really go back......"

Shiso has killed a lot of people, but except for the big man in the snowy night of Canglan City, they all use poison, and there has never been a blood-colored paving like this one.

This killing was impressive, and it also made Shiso completely distinguish the difference between Lan Ting and Shisu, Shiso is Lan Ting, but Lan Ting is not Shisu. Because there will never be such a scene in Lan Ting's world.

The blood was mixed with the rain, and Shiso seemed to be standing in a sea of blood.

With the surrounding dead corpses, it is like a simplified version of hell, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and it seems like the road to be taken in the future.

Shiso's eyes were full of confused sadness and fear, and his body trembled slightly. At this time, Shisu didn't notice that one eye was staring at her in the small wide hole in the lid of the barrel that the white-bearded old man was carrying.

"Actually, I should have understood, didn't I? When will I have to escape~! Everything has been different for a long time!" Zi Su seemed to have changed again, but the difference between Lan Ting and Zi Su seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and they finally began to separate. Weakness and strength, hesitation and decisiveness, soft-heartedness and cold-bloodedness, kindness and indifference...... Everything is quietly changing.

"How can murder and destruction be separated!" Shisu seemed to remind himself of what he should do, and his hand holding the porcelain bottle was still trembling. People die and grievances are scattered, and people die and everything is settled! This sentence is not applicable at all times.

The white powder fell on the corpse, turning into a puddle of somewhat cloudy liquid mixed with the rainwater. Shisu ran to the other end of the alley in the order of killing, and walked step by step. With the disappearance of the last corpse, the white-bearded old man, Shiso's eyes finally returned to their former indifference, and a tear slipped down his cheek, as if bidding farewell to the innocence and cleanliness that had passed. The heavy rain would erase all traces of the battle, but Shiso's heart really recorded the color of blood and the smell of killing.

Listening to the shallow restrained breathing in the barrel, Shiso squatted down and lifted the nearly one-meter-high barrel, allowing the hem of his clothes to fall into the water and carry the smell of death. Opening the barrel, Shiso looked down at a pair of dark purple eyes with holes.

Demons, pure demon blood.

This was the first time perilla was recognized......

"Why is it here?" Shisu sighed softly, "Can you come out?" The child in the barrel had long dark purple hair that was close to black, his lips were very light, and his face was pale as if he was greatly frightened, and when he heard Shiso's question, the demon child nodded with fear.

He's a demon, what will he do? When you see a person with abnormal pupils, even if you don't know his race, you'll think he's a monster, not to mention that he's still brought by the dealer's people, and he'll be killed......

"Keep up. Shiso's words were concise and he stepped forward.

The demon boy has been staying in the barrel, and even the food is fed by people, not much at all, just to ensure that he will not be starved to death, the eyes that are different from ordinary people make the people of the dealer have no good attitude towards him, and the food he eats is the worst, Zhuang Biyuan and others also turn a blind eye to the actions of the slaves, as long as this monster can't die. The boy's body was so weak that he could not walk at all, and even turning out the barrel cost him a great deal of strength.

Now when he heard Zisu's words, the boy was stunned for a moment, and then his empty eyes flashed with joy, he can still live, little sister, my brother is still alive, you have to live, wait for my brother, my brother will definitely save you.

As soon as he took a step, the boy collapsed in the rain, looking embarrassed. Shisu stopped when he heard the sound of splashing water, and looked at the demon child in the rain with a plain umbrella. The boy stood up and took two steps and fell into the water, and then stood up and took one step at a time, one step at a time, and staggered one step, two steps, three steps......

Suddenly shook and fell again, the expected coldness and wetness were not felt, and even the smell of blood that grew bigger was replaced by a soft smell that looked like tea and not tea, like lotus and not lotus, mixed with a faint medicinal fragrance, and raised his eyes, the boy found that the black-clothed young man who walked in front of him at some point stood by his side and supported himself with one hand, and the umbrella was across the heads of the two.

"Let's go. Zi Su moved the hand holding the demon child to his shoulder and circled the boy to prevent him from falling, this child knew that he was stubborn and strong through his actions just now, and he didn't say that he didn't need him to go and take him with him, so he helped him and let him walk step by step, secretly slowing down slightly.

"Boy, or girl. "The boy's long hair is messy, covering his face, his skin is fair, his chin is pointed, and his fingers are slender.

"Boy. "The boy's voice was hoarse, but it sounded like the low sound of a cello. I don't know if it's an illusion, but the boy felt that when he heard his answer yes, the young man's body he was leaning on became a little stiff for a moment.

Zi Su said to herself, it's okay, just rely on it, it's just a child anyway, and I'm actually just a five-year-old doll......

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