Wu Qingqiu nodded, and let them go like this.

Dad and Kodaka were still at home, and that night, it rained heavily in Aoba Castle.

Under the gray light of the oil lamp, the flame jumped and flickered, as if it would be extinguished at any moment. And the fragile wooden door was kicked open at this moment.

The fierce man was carrying a knife that was still dripping blood, and under the firelight, the knife reflected the cold light of the forest.

Hand up and knife down.

He rolled under the table with Xiao Gao screaming, and came in with the two of them, along with his mother's head.

The murderous methods of these wicked people are never fixed, they are renovated every day, and today, they are going to cut off everyone's heads!

His mother's eyes were still open, and his new clothes were stained with blood, and he closed his mother's eyes with trembling hands, and he was greeted by the big knife that flashed with cold light.

On such a rainy night, those people didn't seem to be patient, poking at him one by one, he tried to hide back, but he also knew that all this would not be able to be avoided sooner or later.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps outside the door.

Through the gap under the table, through the legs of the big man, he saw a small figure, one leg slightly bent, leisurely, leaning on the door frame - it was Wu Qingqiu.

"This is your good way to declare war on the Pavilion of No Return?" the child's voice was soft, but the chill hidden in it was even more terrifying than the big knife.

The movement in the big man's hand paused, and he looked at the rather leisurely child in disbelief, with fear and disdain.

"It's not easy for you to dare to fight alone. The big man still had his knife on the ground, and "Kang Lang" rang out.

The corners of Wu Qingqiu's mouth hooked up a shallow smile: "The Pavilion of No Return is now in my hands, there are many people who are more powerful than you, why don't I dare." ”

"There's a kind of you on your own!" the big man roared.

Wu Qingqiu shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "I'm still young, I haven't planted it." ”

The big man knelt on the ground with a "bang!", and at some point, his back was already full of tiny silver arrows.

Wu Qingqiu stepped on the big man indifferently, bent over and lay on the muddy ground mixed with blood and water without care: "It's okay, come out." ”

It was raining heavily, the room was bloody, and the bean-sized candle flame was still flickering, but he had no parents, and his younger brother was cowering and tugging at his shirt, but he tightened the hem of the "bully".

"When you enter the Pavilion of No Return, study hard and train hard. ”

A simple and simple sentence, but he remembered it for many years. lost his life in learning and training, and finally fought out of the rivers and lakes with his younger brother as a dark horse who did not return to the pavilion, and finally had the qualifications to stand by the side of the boy who had grown up.

He would always think of that night on many rainy days since then.

But now...... But now......

Xiao lowered his head to look at Wu Qingqiu, who was asleep, and wiped the tears from his face.

I'm sorry, little master, I'm sorry, Xiao Gao.

Today, I'm going to die here.

The river not far away suddenly began to churn, and the dim muddy water in the night was faintly shining with a metallic luster, as if it was about to boil, and Xiao Low stood up in the hammock and jumped down from it.

The night breeze blew, the rustle of leaves sounded like mournful music, and Xiao Low walked step by step towards the churning river, as early as two days ago, he knew that he would die.

On that day, he drank the clear water of the river, and the moment he saw the white bones of Sensen, he knew everything.

In the same way that this forest is a strange phenomenon once a month, heavy rains like today's are also cyclical. After the flood, the forest is devastated and what the land has suppressed from the beginning to the end will emerge.

The flood was just a prelude.

The river would churn at night, and then, in defiance of the laws of nature, the riverbed would crack open in the moonlight, revealing the darkness hidden below.

He didn't know what the darkness was, because no one knew, and no one wanted to know, that every intruder in the past would eventually choose to suppress the breach with their lives, for the sake of this forest, and for the sake of the stability of the Borderlands.

The devotees hide their memories in the clear waters of the river, and then tell the secret to those who come after them, and it is up to them to decide how to choose.

Xiao Low has no feelings for this forest, and the stability of the Borderlands has nothing to do with him, but ......

Xiao Low looked back at Wu Qingqiu, but the first rule of the killer code for not returning to the Pavilion is to swear to protect the safety of the Pavilion Master, if Xiao Gao is here, he should make the same choice.

The river had begun to churn, and he could feel the intimidating power that emerged from the faint cracks, but he could only take one step at a time to hell.

He stood by the river, jumped up, leaned in, jumped in.

A white light flashed in the darkness, and Xiao Low suddenly felt dizzy, and when he came to his senses again, what he saw was the mocking corners of his mouth hooked by the demon question.

"Stupid. The demon asked, and his lips opened slightly.

Xiao Low didn't refute, he was indeed stupid. Trying to stop it with death, but forgetting that one person is not enough, otherwise, how could the white bones cover the bottom of the river.

Youwen walked back to the tall tree in front of him, frowning slightly and kicking heavily on the trunk.

Qingtian got up with a sigh, Wu Qingqiu frowned slightly and lay on the edge of the hammock to look down, because he had just gotten up, there was a slight pink on his face, looking handsome and attractive.

It was the Flying Shadow who improved the atmosphere, because the sleeping position was too strange, the Flying Shadow was planted from the hammock the moment he turned over, the whirring wind sounded in his ears, Xiaobai grabbed the Flying Shadow's fur and looked at the rapidly approaching land, and a scream pierced the silence of the forest in the middle of the night.

But it didn't fall directly to the ground, the flying shadow seemed to suddenly appreciate some skill, and suddenly reacted when it landed, kicked the ground with its hind legs, jumped up gently, and when it fell again, there was no fatal danger of falling to death.

"What's going on?" Qingtian stood by the riverbank with a frown, looking at the churning water and the faint pressure below.

The demon asked his lips and smiled, and his eyes swept over the little bow without a trace: "I think, this should be the correct way to open Huo Yaolin." ”

Several people were shocked.

The demon's question was not unreasonable, although this forest was notorious, but in fact, for a few days, they had not seen enough places to be called evil, if they had to find one, it would be this river.

Everything points to the river, and its unusualness is quite obvious.

"What should we do?" Sunny took a step forward, crouched down, and tried to touch the river.

Xiao Low hurriedly stopped: "Don't touch it!"

Qingtian turned his head in confusion: "What?"

Xiao Xiao's lips opened slightly, if at this time he said that the river water at this time was formed after precipitation by rainwater, which was strongly corrosive, and would kill people as long as he touched it, then he had concealed it for so long, and it would be immediately exposed at this time.