Although Wen Xi'er released the news in an attempt to confuse the eyes of those people, the effect was not great, driven by the desire to become immortals, the people in the dark world have gone crazy, especially the Huaxia dark world. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Compared with those foreign powers, the warriors of China have received education since birth to become immortals, and what they pursue throughout their lives is also to become immortals, and Kunlun is undoubtedly the closest to the existence of immortals since ancient times.

And just when Qinglin was in danger and didn't know it, Wen Xier was also harassed and threatened countless times.

A message detonates the dark world again.

The first person the Kunlun descendants saw was Wen Xier, and now, she is in Wen Xier's hands.

It's the equivalent of dropping a cigarette butt in a warehouse full of gunpowder.

Instantly ignited the enthusiasm and madness of all adventurers.

For a time, countless outlaws went to Wen Xi'er one after another. If you want to snatch away the heir of Kunlun from her hands, at the very least, you also want to see what the so-called immortal child looks like.

However, there are also some people who have kept their sanity and chosen to wait and see.

But what makes those who are watching feel terrible is that all the people who went to Wen Xier to inquire have not returned.

That includes at least three S-class famous adventurers, who are very famous in the Adventure Alliance, but now, they don't know whether they are alive or dead, or in other words, the possibility of death is very great.

What is unknown is the danger, why can an ordinary chaebol heir kill three S-level powerhouses.

Even if the Wen clan is rich and rivals the country, in the eyes of those powerhouses in the dark world, it is just a lamb to be slaughtered, but now, the lamb seems to be a wolf in sheep's clothing.

This makes people wonder more about whether the Kunlun heir was really hidden by Wen Xi'er, or that those people were killed by the Kunlun heir!

Wen Xi'er looked at the corpse lying on the ground, shook the blood on the sword, "Drag it down." She said with a blank face.

“d・w。 She whispered the abbreviation, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of her mouth, "Come one, I'll kill one, come two, I'll kill a pair." There was a strong smell of blood in her words.

Unconsciously, Qinglin has been living on the farm for three days, she said to her uncle, help for another day today, uncle will give her some salary, and then she will go to rent a boat and start her own way home.

"Uncle, do you have a child with Aunt Elena?" Qinglin asked curiously during dinner in the evening.

"Yes, he's going to school in the U.S. now. The uncle said kindly.

While Qinglin was concentrating on eating, he winked at Elena.

Elena smiled and pulled out a pink purse.

"Dear Lin, this is your reward for the past few days, child, have you thought about where you are going?"

Qinglin shook his head, "Not yet, Auntie, is this wallet for me?"

"Yes, you have to have something to put money on, obedient, Auntie likes you, so she will give you something. Elena had a gentle smile on her round face.

Qinglin took the wallet, and his smiling eyes bent into crescents, "Thank you, Auntie." ”

After dinner, Uncle John stretched, "I'll go see Mark again, you guys can rest first." "Mark is a horse he keeps.

"I'll go, I'm leaving tomorrow, and I'll have to say goodbye to Mark tonight. Qinglin stopped Uncle John.

"Okay, but don't talk too late. ”

86 followed Qinglin with cat's steps and walked to the stable.

"Do we go to the Arctic Ocean, the Indian Ocean, or the Pacific Ocean first? It stands to reason that the Pacific Ocean is more likely, but it is too far away. ”

Qinglin muttered to herself, walked to the stable, she smoothed the hair of the tall horse, "Hey Mark, I'm leaving tomorrow, don't think about me." ”

was making love with Mark, and suddenly, Qinglin's scalp was numb, and 86 beside him screamed miserably.

Qinglin looked back, and the flames that rushed to the sky not only burned the sky, but also burned her eyes.

"Uncle!" she exclaimed, running toward the hut.

However, a hint of coolness suddenly crossed his heart, and Qinglin immediately stopped, bounced away from the spot with force under his feet.

A silver-white net fell from the sky and covered the place where she had been standing, and she looked around, and at some point, she was surrounded.

She was surrounded by a dozen men and women of different appearances, each with a different weapon in his hand, and one of them, a tall man, held a strange long cylindrical thing in his hand, from which the silver-white net was drawn.

He looked at Qinglin, with a twelve-point scrutiny and heat, "She is the heir of Kunlun? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, the boss said, catch it alive. The woman standing beside him frowned.

Qinglin just stared at the burning hut with disbelief and pain in his eyes.

"What did you do to your uncle?" she asked.

She was answered by a gunshot.

She moved slightly, dodged the bullet sideways, and asked again, "What happened to your uncle?"

A long, sharp hook poked out of her left and headed towards her waist. Qinglin bent over, supported himself with one hand behind him, raised his right leg, and kicked the person next to him in the abdomen, kicking him out.

Another attack came in an instant, the sword with a faint light, covered with internal force, and the wind that brought it up curled Qinglin's long hair, but she didn't dodge or dodge, she caught the sword between her two fingers, slashed across the blade, and got close to the person who came, her left hand a little on his shoulder.

She snatched the sword, blocked the flying bullets and darts, and in the sonorous voice, she was still asking, "You guys, what's wrong with the uncle!"

"He died, not only did he die, but his wife also died. The woman who spoke before said coldly, holding a steel ball in her hand.

That sentence was like a spell, which made Qinglin lose her mind for a moment, and the oncoming wind made her subconsciously tilt her head, but there was a sharp pain in her shoulder, her whole arm weakened, and the sword fell to the ground.

"Catch her!"

The silver net fell from the sky, but it still didn't catch Qinglin.

She was pulled by the collar by a black cat, and with great speed, she flew to the stable, but the cat's strength was so limited that she was thrown to the ground halfway.

"Dead...... How could he die......" She half-knelt on the ground and muttered, as a group of people behind her chased after her, unyielding.

"Meow !!" the black cat screamed anxiously, biting Qinglin's trouser leg with its teeth.

Qinglin only felt a splitting headache, as if the death had touched her long-sealed memory.

She stood up suddenly, rushed into the encirclement, and dodged one of the swords in an instant, the sword flashed suddenly, without internal strength, but it was extremely amazing.

In the darkness of the night, the sword was incredibly strong.

Ask what is the longevity of the sky? ask what is the extreme? what is the joy of life? what is the suffering of death? what is the geometry of life? what is righteousness? what is evil? what is love?

There was compassion in her eyes, but the sword momentum was extremely slaughtering, with a terrifying sword intent, like entering a no-man's land.

When the last sword, after the common people He Gu used it, she knelt on one knee with the sword, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the nine questions just now were made by her left hand!

There were people lying on the ground beside her, but there was not a single body.

Yes, even if she was very sad and angry in her heart, even if the killing intent was about to drown her, she still maintained a trace of clarity, but she wasted the action of those people and knocked them unconscious.

There was a scratch on everyone's wrist, it was the damage caused by the sword, and the tendons had been broken, and they didn't want to use any weapons in their lives.

Qinglin slowly stood up and looked at the room where the fire was gradually getting smaller, where it had been burned beyond recognition, and it was no longer warm before.

The black cat limped over to her side and rubbed her trouser legs.

Qinglin sheathed the sword in her hand, bent down and picked up 86, walked to the stable with a blank face, sat on Mark's back, she shook the reins, and left there.

And shortly after she disappeared, another group of people arrived there.

Looking at the mess all over the ground, the woman at the head made a killing move, and then made a phone call.

"Yes, we were late, but she fled, and the people who came before were still alive, but they were stripped of their mobility, and there was no sign to prove their identity, yes, two people died, the owner of this farm and his wife. Yes, I will continue to follow up. ”

Hung up the phone, the scene had been dealt with, and those who were knocked out by Qinglin had turned into corpses.

The men threw the body into the burning hut and poured a lot of gasoline into it, causing the flames to rise again.

"Keep going. The woman said coldly, taking those people, in the night, in the direction that Qinglin left, and silently chased after them.

Wen Xier gently placed the chess pieces on the chessboard, and the emotion in his eyes was unreal.

"Now, I'm going to die sad. It's really soft-hearted, don't you want to kill people in such a situation......" she whispered, and she was the only one in the huge garden.

And in the ethereal sea, among a certain island that drifts romantically and aimlessly with the sea, on the mountain of Qijun Wei Li, on the top of the mountain that has no trace of life all year round, stands a woman dressed in white.

Her face was as pale as snow with an abnormal flush, and a trace of blood slowly flowed from the corner of her mouth.

She opened her eyes and looked down at her cracked left wrist with sorrow and pity in her eyes.

"Don't think about it...... Those cruel pasts...... It will amplify the evil thoughts in your heart and drag you down the abyss......" she murmured softly, looking out into the mist, letting the blood drip from her wrist.

The strange thing was that the wound was constantly healing, and every time it didn't take long for it to heal, it would crack open again, as if there was a knife constantly cutting her wrist.

Rong Qing sighed, turned around and left the top of the mountain, the wound on his wrist finally stopped cracking with the passage of time, it was white and smooth, as before, as if the hideous scene just now was just an illusion.

(To be continued.) )