Blood red, the whole world is full of red, like hellish magma, Qing Ming stood in it and looked up at this piece of heaven and earth, his heart felt a faint pain for some reason, he seemed to have forgotten something in his memory, and he couldn't remember it for a while.

Looking at the firmament of heaven and earth, Qing Ming felt his insignificance.

Tightly covering his chest, he knelt on the ground in pain, and at this moment, the scene in his eyes changed again, the blood-red world disappeared, and a jungle came from it, and the two ran together in the jungle, their faces still looked extremely uneasy and anxious.

The picture zoomed in, only to see a young man in white and a girl in red, followed by a secluded man, under the strong oppressive force of the man, the two people in front of him had nowhere to hide, and finally both fell to the ground.

When the mysterious man was about to pierce the man's chest with a sharp blade, the girl in red blocked in front and stopped the sword for him, and the boy fell into the distance under the man's palm, and he was no longer able to get up, but could only watch the girl being captured by the man.

All she was left with was that smile, and even if she was seriously injured, that smile was as gorgeous as the sunset......

Qing Ming watched all this blankly, and there was a sharp pain in her chest, and the memories kept playing, the girl in red, Mo Yunwan, Wan'er... muttered a few words in his mouth, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and roared to the sky.

"Juan'er!"

......

"Qing Ming! Qing Ming! Wake up!"

Suddenly, a soft voice came into his ears, and he quickly sat up, still muttering "Wan'er!!"

"Qing Ming, wake up! It's me, I'm Han Piao!"

Han Piao's voice made him wake up from his daze, and when he looked closely, he found himself lying on a bed covered with straw mats, and all around it was also in tatters, presumably an uninhabited house.

Qing Ming covered his head with his hand, it turned out that the scene just now turned out to be his own dream. After a while, Qing Ming looked at Han Piao, whose face was a little unnatural, and said, "Where is this?"

"Since you fought with Wang Luo, you killed Wang Luo, Los Angeles was in chaos, and you were seriously injured and fell into a coma, I found a carriage to escape from Los Angeles while it was chaotic, this is a wilderness a hundred miles away from Los Angeles, presumably the people of the Wang family did not chase so quickly. ”

"And ...... You're talking nonsense all the way..... Shouting the name of the person called Wan'er..."Han Piao said this, bowing his head in shame. Qing Ming looked at her like this, and probably guessed something in her heart, presumably when she took care of herself along the way, she regarded her as a wan'er.

"Ahem!" Qing Ming also coughed a few times a little embarrassed, and his speech was a little slurred: "That, I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble! Thank you along the way!"

"It should be me who should say thank you, if it weren't for you during this time, I must have fallen into the hands of the Wang family, and you killed Wang Luo and avenged our Han family!"

"By the way, you can rest, I'll make some soup for you!" After Han Piao finished speaking, he raised his head, glanced at Qing Ming, who was still in deep thought, and then stopped speaking, and walked quickly outside the house, when she was about to reach the door, she turned her head and smiled, and said to Qing Ming, "In the future, you will tell me the story of you and the girl in your mouth!"

Qing Ming was stunned, and just wanted to say something, but at this time, Han Piao had already stepped out of the door and disappeared.

Qing Ming sighed, sat up, carefully checked the injuries on his body, and after checking it, he finally closed his eyes helplessly to recuperate.

None of the ten places on his body are basically intact, it seems that he really underestimated Wang Luo, as soon as he thought of Wang Luo, Qing Ming's thoughts were attracted by the strange 'Spirit Devouring Pill', mainly because he forcibly improved his cultivation with the help of this pill, and finally suppressed Qing Ming's aura, otherwise Qing Ming would not have been injured so badly at least.

And...... Thinking of this, Qing Jing couldn't help frowning, in order to save Han Piao, he himself used the swordsmanship "Eye of Desire" that crisscrossed the southern Xinjiang when he was devoured by the desire to kill, I don't know if he was seen through, if he was found out that he was the 'Young Hades King' back then, it would be a big trouble.

It's a pity that everything was really expected by Qing Ming, at this time Los Angeles was already in an uproar, and in just a quarter of an hour, the news that the 'Young Hades King' was not dead instantly spread throughout Los Angeles.

As soon as the word "Hades" came out, it instantly brought people's thoughts back to the past, a young man dressed in white, holding a cyan sword, and the word "Hades" engraved on the sword body made people look frightened, and was later besieged by the four major forces in southern Xinjiang, and it was rumored that he had died, so he disappeared for nearly two years, and even the name was almost forgotten in the corner of memory.

But now, judging from the fight between the young man who cultivated both martial arts and kendo and the eldest young master of the Wang family, some people still recognized him as the 'young Hades King' back then.

This news will spread far and wide, and it will not be long before it will spread throughout southern Xinjiang.

And when the city of Los Angeles was full of wind and rain, there was a mansion on a tall terrain in the north of the city, and the majestic momentum was prohibitive, and at this time, the wind was even louder inside, and the air was filled with a terrifying atmosphere.

In the lobby next to the central courtyard of the mansion, many warriors lined up in two rows, in the center of the hall lay a corpse that had already lost his breath, next to the corpse stood an old man with a ricketed back and a skull cane, and at the top of the hall stood a middle-aged man with a medium stature, hooked nose, thick eyebrows and a big face. When he saw the corpse lying under the hall, his face showed a look of pain, and then he immediately became hideous.

"Who the hell did this, ...... my son," he said, his voice extremely choked up.

"The head of the family, please mourn and change, this is all the fault of the old slave, failed to protect the young master, when the old slave arrived, the young master had already lost his breath, and the perpetrator had long since disappeared, if you want to blame the old slave!" After the old man below finished speaking, he hurriedly held on to the crutches and was about to kneel, and the middle-aged man in the hall saw this and hurriedly walked in front of the old man to hold her hands, and said eagerly:

"Aunt Li, I can't help it, I can't help it! I can't blame you, it's the fault of the person who killed my son, I must catch him and break him into pieces, by the way, Aunt Li knows what he looks like. ”

After the middle-aged man lifted the old man, his face showed a painful and vicious look.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be that young man" The old man named Aunt Li waved the skeletal cane in his hand, and it didn't take long for him to recreate the scene when Qing Ming was in Wang Luo's courtyard.

After reading this, the middle-aged man clenched his fists and hurriedly used all the forces of the Wang family to hunt down this young man.