'Drop..' A drop of water quietly fell in the darkness of the 'parallel world', making a ripple and returning to tranquility. It was a strange sound, and it was like an ancient call, as if the guqin music of the ancient period was echoing in the dark, and a beam of light that seemed to not exist in this world shot out of the dark door like a sharp sword, and fell directly on the extremely decadent Qiu Yan.

With an evil smile, Evil looked at Qiu Yan with sloppy eyes and said bluntly. "Rest well, I'll take care of the rest. ”

.....

"O iniquity." Grandma slowly walked up to Hu Mu and said in a trembling voice. "All these are my sins."

"It's not, so I have to pay it back..."

Grandma's ears heard Qiu Yan's cold voice, but the corner of her eyes suddenly passed, and at that moment of lightning, she suddenly saw that her side was empty, and the boy in black who had been silently and firmly guarding Juanya's side suddenly disappeared!

Grandma was taken aback, but before she could react or have any thoughts in her mind, suddenly, she only felt a chill in her heart, and Sanmei pierced her heart without hesitation, coming out of her heart.

A palm full of dark stripes grabbed Grandma's shoulder from behind, the black-clothed young man was close behind her, his face expressionless, and then his other hand was holding the extremely sharp thousand-year-old blade, Huo Ran pulled it out from Grandma's back. Along with it, there was an unimaginable spray of blood, spurting out like a rushing river, instantly splashing half of his body. "I didn't hear Aunt Hu's words clearly just now, she thought, let you die! But she doesn't have the ability, and I can do it for you. ”

Qiu Yan's face was also splashed with blood, but he was unmoved, he looked at all this in front of him coldly, and then his evil red eyes smiled and stabbed the Sanmei in his hand into the flesh and blood of Grandma's back again without saying a word.

One sword, one sword, one sword!

One sword, one sword, one sword!

He is like a ghost reborn from hell, cruel and ruthless with wanton laughter in this world, with a trace of madness and terrible hatred, in the red fireworks burning in his eyes, with a thousand years of ancient soldiers constantly piercing into Grandma's body, until all her blood and life are squeezed dry and crushed, smearing the first drop of blood on this desolate wind and snow.

And outside the bustling world, in the busy world, no one could imagine that a slaughter feast is being staged in the ruins of this remote mountain.

At this time, Qiu Yan, who was stained with blood like a ghost, took a step back with Sanmei, looked directly into the eyes of this dying man, his face was as cold as ice, and he looked coldly at Grandma and swallowed her last breath with repentance.

The long sword was cool, and for some reason it didn't seem to be stained with blood, only a few beads of blood, slowly dripping at the tip of the sword.

Qiu Yan wiped the blood beads on her cheeks and moaned upward, as if she was enjoying the hot burning sensation. Then, his gaze gradually fell on the group of conscientious villagers, he strode away with a cold smile in the dark, his face expressionless, and the killing intent rushed out from his side as if it were substance, and in a moment, the screams and cries tore through the sky sharply.

A strange black aura swept across Qiu Yan's face, a familiar cold feeling, once again snatched from those lifeless corpses to his body. The red eyes became brighter and brighter, the hair became fairer, the black lines became deeper and deeper, like a demon who was hungry and unbearable, and it seemed to laugh hysterically at the heavens and the earth.

It seemed to be a roar from the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring, terrifying and terrifying, but Qiu Yan suddenly ignored it, and went straight forward, along the way people blocked and killed, and the trees fell and the walls opened unstoppable.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, it's none of my business, don't kill me.." The man looked at Qiu Yan's shadow getting closer and closer, his whole body trembled, his legs trembled, and his face was full of fear, as if he was scared to the extreme, and suddenly screamed.

Before he could finish speaking, his voice stopped abruptly, and a sharp blade that suddenly appeared from the darkness, with a hint of cruelty, directly cut his throat, causing blood to gush into the air.

"He, he's not human! He's the devil, the devil!" Finally, someone collapsed under strong pressure, screaming feebly in the face of death. The strange thing is that it is like an endless river of blood flowing to the ground, but not a drop of red splashes on the side of the serene Juanya.

It was past noon, Jiang Yue walked on the hill on the way back, thinking about Qiu Yan's condition, those red eyes were simply breathtaking, making people shudder. Suddenly, his thoughts came to an abrupt halt, and his sensitive sense of smell told him that an extremely strong smell of blood came to his face, and his heart panicked.

He rushed up the hill like crazy, and before he arrived, he had already seen the bright red soaked in the withered yellow grass, he slowed down and walked to the top of the hill, and the whole person was instantly frozen, that terrifying scene, even if he had been through a hundred battles, his face was now like ashes.

Jiang Yue stood behind Qiu Yan for a few minutes, watching him return to his previous appearance, sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding the girl in his arms serenely and calmly, looking at the mountains, let the wind and snow cover him. Drops of blood flowed from his body, and he looked like a twisted devil. But he looked at Juanya with a gentle look in his eyes, like the innocent years of his youth.

Bright and lonely, like the reflection of this life, he opened the shackles and saw his dark eyes.

"Little words.. You did all this?" Jiang Yue looked at the corpses strewn across the field, and his face showed a little unbearable. "They, they are innocent, there are children among them, even if you want to avenge her, but you can't just slaughter hundreds of villagers who are powerless? We are not good people, but we can't do such a hurtful thing, where is the morality of heaven? I will report this matter to the general."

"It's okay. As if she hadn't heard it, Qiu Yan whispered to Juanya. "I've done everything I had to do. ”

Qiu Yan picked her up horizontally, looked at the mountains hiding in the clouds and snow in the distance, and suddenly smiled.

The smile was gentle, just like returning to the time smile that he should have at his age, as if the original and earliest teenager had the original intention and was fearless.

He pushed Jiang Yue away, laughed and walked forward, towards the wind and snow.

Loneliness roared around him, and the shadow pulled out a long shadow behind him, the deepest reflection in the world.