The bruised demon shadow fell dying in the pit, panting, blood foam flowed out of his mouth with his breathing, he looked weakly at the small group on the pit, the little group ran over in a hurry, and saw the half-dead demon shadow, he was so anxious that he roared angrily, and the small body jumped up, jumped up, bit the hand of the demon flame, bit it tightly, and refused to let go.

He was small, but his teeth were sharp.

Mo Yan was bitten and frowned, a touch of anger appeared between his eyebrows, and he said in a cruel voice: "Look for death." As he spoke, he fiercely ripped Xiao Tuanzi off his arm, grabbed his neck, resisted the urge to pinch him to death, and said gloomily, "You don't have to worry, soon, you will no longer feel pain, you should thank yourself for having such a powerful body." ”

Mo Yan said, pinching Xiao Tuanzi's neck, like carrying a chicken, carrying Xiao Tuanzi and turning around.

The shadow collapsed weakly on the ground, looking at the little ball that was taken away, he was choked by the neck, and the appearance of dying and struggling came into his eyes, through his eyes, to his heart.

Such a picture, such a scene, and that blood, are all so familiar.

On his body, the darkness opened silently, and the black power engulfed, lingering around him, gradually awakening.

The image in front of his eyes flashed, and his memory went back to the past, and he saw the village in the sky-high firelight, a black shadow-like thing was slaughtering in the village, its eyes became scarlet because of the killing, the red blood of its black palms flowed down, and under its feet, there were corpses everywhere.

It is to kill for pleasure, to torture and kill for pleasure.

All the people in a village died at its hands.

It laughed wildly at the corpses everywhere, looking at the sky above it and laughing.

Do you see Xuqing Lao'er, you have trapped me in the gossip dragon descending array for thousands of years, and I still came out, in this world, nothing can trap me.

Every time he kills someone, Xuhuaiyu's hands will be stained with a person's blood.

He is who he is, an existence that cannot be denied by the Void Jade, and an indelible shame that he was born with.

The red-eyed shadow plundered everywhere, even a three-year-old child.

The child, who was choked by the neck like a rabbit, struggled in pain, but as his fingers gradually tightened, the child's struggle became slower and slower, and at last he let go of his limbs, and even his breathing stopped.

The shadow looked at the shadow in his memory, and his heart suddenly became endlessly panicked, he wanted to escape, he wanted to stay away from the shadow, but its figure flashed, and suddenly swept in front of him, its scarlet eyes stared directly at him, and it smiled fiercely, and its low voice seemed to come from hell.

It said, "Fool, don't you even remember yourself?"

As the words fell, the dark shadow figure collapsed like smoke and swept into his body.

In the alley, Demon Yan took the small group farther and farther, and behind him, in the alley that was beaten into a mess, the demon shadow was suddenly rolled out of the demonic energy.

Feeling the demonic aura, Demon Yan stopped and looked back behind him.

However, before he turned around, a wind swept up behind him, and the black shadow rushed fiercely, punching Mo Yan in the abdomen, Mo Yan was beaten and flew out, and Xiao Tuanzi was thrown to the ground.

(Markor Literature-)