Blood red churning in my heart, do you want to vomit?

Absolutely not, is it shocked by the killing in front of you?

There is only such an explanation. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wu Jitang's words were righteous, but he couldn't alarm this fledgling person, the air around him was already turbid, and the people running around the mountains were about to lose their traces.

Wu Jitang sighed in his heart, but then he became cold again, today I must let you know what real blood is: "Bring the arrow." ”

The voice of death was so long that the people who ran on the mountain were about to collapse to the ground, and they could only tremble their legs and instinctively try to run out of this terrible situation.

Han Xian held the bow in his hand in horror, but Wu Jitang didn't want this.

"You should play with this thing yourself, give me the arrows. ”

Han Xian couldn't understand this, he used to think about it for a while, but now it's all under the control of Godlessness.

Wu Jitang grabbed all the arrows in the quiver in his hand, and without looking at Han Xian, he got out and dismounted: "Come with me, the evil should be done." ”

The back of the person walking towards the mountains and forests revealed that there was no room for disobedience, not to mention that Han Xian didn't want to disobey.

Is this mountain Wu Jitang more familiar?

This mountain path was easier to walk than Han Xian, and if it wasn't for the brisk trot, it felt like he would be thrown off.

The first person to perceive the cold behind him, just a stone's throw away

-, the dreamy breathing sound seemed to sound in the bottom of my heart. In how to throw away the armor, there is also a dying counterattack.

Although the hand holding the bow trembled, Han Xian was very skeptical about the strength of the arrow, but he never doubted that the cold arrow could pierce his belly, and he wanted to hide behind the big tree for a long time out of instinct.

But the majestic man didn't mean anything like that, the smile on his face was still bright in the sun, and he was so sarcastic about the oncoming cold front.

"Brother Han, under your vision, I have no supernatural powers, and let you know the gap between a phaseless soldier and a hunter. ”

The flying arrows were also trembling, and Wu Jitang's movements were even more contemptuous of the old, weak, sick and disabled, and he blew a breath, just a breath.

The sick arrow was like a heart-generating force, and it rolled several times, and pierced into the trunk of the tree with a thud.

The means of the gods are still so shocking, cheering for their brothers?

Han Xian forgot.

"Brother Han, are they wicked?" Wu Jitang's words were regarded as asking.

Han Xian nodded, because grandpa said that those who invade for no reason are all evildoers.

"Okay, today Han Xian is going to eliminate this evil for Yunshan. ”

Han Xian still couldn't understand why Angkor said that he had eliminated this evil by himself, but in fact, he didn't listen carefully, because the immortal's methods were still echoing in his heart.

The person who shot that arrow didn't know if he was afraid of Wu Jitang's methods, or if he was desperate for his words, so he was so soft that he wanted to leave the place where the god of death came, but how could the god of death let him go so easily.

Breathing, heartbeat, dilated pupils, want to know the details of your own rupture?

It's hard to know that the strong heartbeat is just a prayer for the last soul. And pain is a complication of death.

Wu Jitang didn't look at the person who was rolling on the ground, and continued to walk forward.

My head is full of that crazy howl, do you feel like I've heard it somewhere?

The memory is so profound, so familiar, recalling, recalling, recalling.

I finally remembered, how is it different from the prey that I shot down myself?

They fall to the ground, and joy ensues.

They fell to the ground, and desolation followed.

Are they any different from them?

Is it evil?

Han Xian's mind thundered again, but some voices would force their way into the noise.

"Can't bear it? They don't hesitate to kill you, they don't show mercy when they kill others. Gentle laughter spread out in the forest: "Cause and effect cycle, retribution is not happy." ”

Han Xian couldn't understand the laughter, but the previous words were too easy to understand, Ke Ling, he was the most cute when he got out of Yunjiaao.

The wind blew softly, whirring. Are you grieving for the pain that fills the ground?

Did the mist gently caress the earth to smooth off their crimes?

Wu Jitang's arrows had long since run out, and Han Xian couldn't see anyone who had lost his soul, and they all lay on the ground and waited in the dark sleep amid the noise.

And Wu Jitang didn't mean to stop, looked at Han Xian's face that turned from white to red, and nodded with satisfaction: "Brother Han is teaching you a trick, and you should do all the evil." ”

Will the killing continue? But aren't all the wicked lying on the ground now? Do you want all their voices to be silenced?

It was obvious that Wu Jitang did not have such a hobby, and he took another step, faster than before, and swept deeper. Han Xian had no choice but to follow quickly.

"Angkor, what are we doing here. ”

Hehe, Wu Jitang was a little proud: "Brother Han, the bandit leaders haven't subdued the law yet, they are just some minions." ”

......

Wang Sandao's heart was pounding, and he had to look behind him from time to time. The faint shout confirmed his guess, knowing that the evil god was coming, he didn't expect his twenty or thirty people to kill them at all, but only that they could hold back the progress of the god of death. In fact, I longed for that person to let go of himself carelessly.

I was thinking about any possibility of escape, and now all the capital is only in the familiar mountains, knowing that the people behind will not drag too much time for their lives, only if they desperately hide in this mountain, they will definitely be able to escape.

......

Han Xian felt as if Wu Jitang had come to this mountain to reconnoitre, and it was like the people fleeing in front of him had marked it, where to turn and where there would be rough traps.

It's too easy to chase enemies in the backyard.

The smell of chaotic breathing came from the wind, and the panic ahead was so palpable.

Why, are those traps useless? Can't you shitty people hold off at all? Although the steps are very flustered, there are still luck in moving forward, as if you can escape by taking a few steps forward.

Han Xianyi could see the back of the man, the person in front of him was crawling through the rubble with his hands and feet, and it was hard for him to imagine what a bloody person it was.

"Han Xian, is he good?" Wu Jitang asked suddenly.

"Pathetic. "It's tempting to say no, but it's hard to go against your will.

"If there's a mountain wolf ahead, is he pitiful?"

Han Xian shook his head.

"You have to remember that only those who are thirsty for murder are so humble when they die. ”

Han Xian didn't understand, but nodded anyway.

In the rear, there is no intention to hide it at all, Wang Sandao will not remember the difference between his current appearance and the soul under the knife on his waist.

But the long knife at his waist did give him a little courage.

The long knife was drawn, but his hand did tell his enemies the fear in his heart.

Wu Jitang came to him, still with that smiling face.

Wang Sandao's long knife was not put away because of other people's smiling faces, his legs were like sifting chaff, and his face was a little stiff and squeezed out a smile: "My lord, the villain has offended the two sons, please raise your noble hand and spare the villain, the villain is not doing anything hurtful." ”

Wu Jitang looked through him as if he hadn't heard his words, and looked into the distance, and Han Xian was not as unfathomable as him, looking at this person's heart a little blank, the strange thing was that the pity was put away, but the idea of being quick was not derived at all.

"Brother Han, where is your knife. Wu Jitang said softly.

Han Xian looked at him, pulled out the knife, and handed it over. But Wu Jitang didn't answer.

The scar-faced man saw Han Xian pull out the knife, how could he still stand, and the long knife couldn't hold it steadily. He fell to the ground with a clatter, and knelt down with him, shouting for mercy.

Wu Jitang was still unmoved, and Han Xian couldn't bear to look at the humble man.

That person saw that Wu Jitang had not moved for a long time, did he want to open up to himself?

The hand holding the long knife was a little numb, but Wu Jitang still didn't mean to take it.

Still, the Grim Reaper gave the final order: "Kill him." ”

Knowing that this person's heart to kill himself will not change, there is a fierce light like a prey in his eyes.

Just as Han Xian hesitated, he felt that the god-like man didn't look at him, so he jumped up from the ground, perhaps with the hope of a last fight, and once again felt that the strength in his body was so solid.

Han Xian could feel Wu Jitang's ridicule, but what he didn't know was that he was laughing at himself or the dying man, and he didn't see any movement from him, so he felt the wind under his feet, so he moved backwards, and Han Xian could only fight to the death with the beast that flashed with fierce light.

Seeing the long knife slashing towards him, he was not very afraid, and the long knife in his hand naturally took it, although he felt that the knife was going to be knocked away, but he still caught it in his hand.

Wu Jitang finally felt that his preaching was not in vain, although he felt that the fighting methods of these two people were very child's play, but the belief in fighting was indeed so real.

How Han Xian is this person's opponent, although he doesn't have any moves to speak of, but the ferocity of that person's knife head licking blood is still there, if it weren't for the chaos in a desperate situation, only the brute force left in his body, he would have become a ghost under the knife.

Of course, Wu Jitang could see Han Xian's struggle, and knew that it was time to stop and hurry.

A stone on the ground floated, raised his hand and flicked slightly, and Han Xian's prey fell down without any abnormal movement.

Out of this strange mountain forest, Han first looked at the black hole inside, and sure enough, this strangeness was so cold.

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