Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

It is a great blessing to be able to get a grave in a foreign land, but in fact, it is not easy for most people who die in a foreign land, let alone to put their bodies together.

The big man spent hours on the road, gathering all the blood and debris in one place.

"Young Master...... Qi Fa is incompetent......"

He had said this countless times, and his pale face and hands soaked in the blood of himself and others had long since gone numb.

Mo Xie did not take his life.

Mo Xie didn't do it, so others naturally wouldn't do this overstepping thing.

He survived, but looked like he was dead.

He pulled all the debris to the side of the road, and placed the long-recovered twin axes in the center of the debris.

It was this pair of axes that slashed the Cangmu Snake King into his current appearance, and the blade of the axe was inevitably stained with the blood of the Cangmu Snake King.

The pile of debris and the pair of axes were all that the Snake King had ever had, and the loyal servant gathered everything from his old master, and then fell to his knees on the side of the road.

After a long time, he suddenly spread one of his hands in front of him.

"It's not close...... It's not ......."

He looked at his hands.

There was blood on his hands.

His hands were shaking.

Grabbing the axe, Qi Fa did not hesitate at all, picked up the axe in his hand, and cut off his left hand at the elbow.

Qi Fa didn't shout anything, he just frowned.

It is easy to cut off one arm by oneself, but it is difficult to cut off both arms by oneself.

He cut off his left hand with his right hand, and now which hand should he use to cut off his right hand?

Is it to throw the axe upwards and use gravity to cut off the right hand?

Or do you hold the axe in place and hit the blade with your hands?

He froze for a moment, and then didn't choose either.

"Young Master...... Please wait down below, and come here after you have taken revenge!"

His face was frighteningly pale, even his lips lost their blood, and the blood spurting out of the broken arm was like a spring, he put down the axe, and stopped it by tapping the blood from several acupoints on his body with his right hand.

Is it faithfulness?

Or is it greedy?

A person who can cut off an arm without screaming out should not be greedy for life or afraid of death, and a servant who has made up his mind to bury his master will not give up halfway.

The pain of the broken arm woke him up, and he suddenly felt unwilling to see his severed hand twitching on the ground.

He felt unwilling to cut off his hand.

The hands that had left the body were still struggling, and the twisted fingers were twitching.

He felt unwilling.

Qi Fa was unwilling to die like this, like a coward with a crippled arm, and died together in this ghost place that no one knew.

He felt unwilling for Cangmu Snake King.

He was unwilling to let the murderer who killed the Cangmu Snake King be able to get away intact.

He has to struggle, like the severed hand that fell to the ground, even if he is doing useless work, even if he can only struggle for tens of seconds.

He wants revenge, the axe in his hand has already drunk the blood of the Cangmu Snake Monarch and his own blood, if he can't drink Mo Ye's blood, it will not be perfect.

You have to start and finish well.

He pinned the axe, which had drunk the blood of the two men, to his waist, and then picked up the other axe from the scraps with his right hand and dug a hole in the ground.

Bury the corpses of the severed hand and the young master, and staggered onto the road.

The wind is bleak.

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"Yellow-skinned monkey, ambition is not small. ”

After leaving the conference room and wiping his mouth clean, the aristocratic boss with a touching hairline directly snorted coldly.

He didn't care if this sentence would fall into the ears of the 'yellow-skinned monkeys' in his mouth, and he didn't pay attention to the thoughts of the 'yellow-skinned monkeys' at all.

After all, they are nobles, and they are 'born' with noble bloodlines and the status that matches them, and under the power system of the bloodline, the high and low bloodlines determine the difference between high and low abilities. 'Noble' bloodlines often have abilities attached to them, such as fire, frost, and the like, while 'low' bloodlines can only be referred to as 'hehe'.

Except for the 'Daywalkers'.

Sunlight is the natural enemy of the Bloodline, and even the nobles with the help of modern technology cannot stay in the scorching sun for long. The only people who can regard the scorching sun as nothingness are the 'Daywalker' and the 'True Ancestor', the latter being the noble of the noble, and the latter being the lowly of the lowly.

'Daywalker' will only appear in low-level bloodlines, it is a mutation that is rare in a thousand years, and it can be said that pushing forward a thousand years, 'Daywalker' is even rarer than the True Ancestor.

The Daywalker is stronger than any nobleman, and is the first-class warrior of the Bloodline.

It's just that this year's 'Daywalker' is very unreassuring, and it also comes with a sister who is even less reassuring.

The quiet departure of the 'Daywalker' Sith and Emily forced this group of nobles to take the route of relying more on local forces, but where can these bigwigs put down their bodies, they start to change their faces when they don't agree.

"Jumping clown, why care. But then again, I didn't expect to be able to taste English wine in such a small place, and the clown still had some need to stand on the stage. ”

A bloodline wearing sunglasses, his appearance and height are mediocre, but if he can pick up at this time, he should be the top person among the twelve.

"It's just a pity that this clown doesn't seem to have much of a clown's consciousness...... Ladies and gentlemen, I will not accompany you, and it is time to ask the True Ancestor for the next move, I will go first. ”

Brother Sunglasses tidied up his collar, and then only a 'pop' sound, only to see a cloud of smoke bloom and disappear into thin air.

Here's what he's capable of: teleportation.

"Rag, let's go and prepare a little bit, True Ancestor, the next action will be more exciting than last night's 'Blood Massacre'. ”

After Brother Sunglasses disappeared, another nobleman patted the shoulder of the nobleman with a touching hairline, and then left with three people, and the remaining blood clan bosses also said goodbye one after another.

The topic of the 'Yellow-skinned Monkey' was not mentioned again, and Rag snorted and followed the last of the Bloods to leave.

People are under the eaves, and those who dare to look up are either wearing steel helmets or not having IQs.

……

"Smack!"

On the roof of the building, Brother Sunglasses suddenly appeared behind Lin Ming with special sound effects and smoke.

"True Ancestor!' The 'transformation' is almost complete, please indicate the next step!"

Brother Sunglasses bowed and saluted.

Lin Ming stopped meditating long before Sunglasses came up, and at the moment he was sitting on a beach chair that he had moved from nowhere, basking in the sun.

He held a glass of bright red wine in his hand.

"Wait for the moon to rise, to the north. ”

He took a sip of his wine, then tossed the glass to Sunglasses, which still had a few sips left.

"To Chen Ziqiang. ”

He ordered.