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Qin Hao closed his eyes and listened carefully to the sound that lingered in his ears. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info The voice was familiar, but it was never audible. I and the voice seem to be separated by a world.

In Qin Hao's world, there is only blood flowing and endless white. And this blood is the food that is specially reserved for him.

However, this voice was too familiar, so familiar that Qin Hao's heart trembled, tears welled up from the corners of his eyes, and his throat snorted.

"Who, who's calling me?"

Qin Hao looked in the direction of the voice, and in the world of endless red and white, there was a girl standing abruptly.

The girl has a handsome face, a straight nose, and a heroic look, like a handsome boy.

Compared to the strange creatures made of blood, only this face could make Qin Hao see the cheeks that were congealed like snow, and the eyes that were rippling with tears and sadness.

At this moment, the thirst for blood in Qin Hao's heart finally subsided, and the world in front of him, centered on the girl, was gradually filled with color, like a landscape painting spread out.

Finally, the Xue Lan Sword in Qin Hao's palm disappeared, and the whole person was stunned, just staring at the girl directly, stopping, and silent......

When the vision gradually became clear, in the chaos, the sanity that had been annihilated by the thirst for blood returned.

Qin Hao saw the corpses piled up in the martial arts arena. Qin Tianyi, who was out of breath and stood silent. and twenty contestants who looked at him with weird, or horrified eyes.

Looking down again, the girl was gone. Qin Hao remembered that that figure belonged to Qin Shuang, and he would never be wrong.

She seemed to wake herself up from a dream just now, and after waking up, vague memory fragments were cluttered in Qin Hao's mind, he recalled carefully, but he never remembered what happened when he was extremely weak and about to die......

Miss Qin Shuang was gone, trapped in a longing dream and unable to recall, leaving Qin Hao, who didn't know why, standing on the basalt in a daze.

Qin Hao looked at the audience in confusion, looking at his group with fear, disgust, and strange eyes.

He asked himself, "What did I do wrong, why do you hate me?"

All the contestants were greeted by their own families, and the corpses that remained were the corpses of family members who were crying out in mourning. The figure shuttled at Qin Hao's feet, and he was indifferent.

It's just why, these people who came to the stage to bury their corpses were full of resentment in their eyes when they looked at them, and they wanted to tear themselves in half.

There was an old man in a sixtieth armor, dressed in satin, with emerald gemstones on his fingers. After he came to the stage, he kept looking down for something, and finally stopped in front of a bloody corpse, carefully identified the shape of the corpse, and finally his eyes were hot, and tears were the size of beans.

At this time, Qin Hao was very sad. He didn't understand why he was hated by everyone.

Seeing the old man in tears, Qin Hao couldn't help but take out a clean handkerchief from his broken pocket, handed it to the old man who was hiding his tears, and said with respect and mourning: "Please mourn." ”

Trembling and gasping, the old man waved his sleeves angrily, knocked off Qin Hao's handkerchief, raised a face that was hideous with anger, and scolded with trembling anger, "Get out, there is nothing human!"

was inexplicably reprimanded, Qin Hao felt even more aggrieved. He took two steps back timidly, not daring to say anything.

"Beast! jackal!" Another gorgeous lady glanced at Qin Hao from the corner of her eye and cursed in a low voice.

Another young man, holding a withered corpse, came to Qin Hao's side, scolded angrily, "Devil!" and then spitted.

Another middle-aged man, as if he wanted to open his mouth to scold, waited for Qin Hao to put his mournful eyes on his body, and the middle-aged man's eyes hurriedly avoided it, as if he was afraid of something, and his Adam's apple squirmed twice, and finally lowered his head, hugged the body of a girl, and left.

Fear, hatred, anger...... Everybody has this emotion for themselves.

Qin Hao, who was at a loss, had to walk off the stage lonely with this aggrieved mood, standing under an old locust tree in a daze.

The monks who passed the group selection were all from powerful families, came forward to greet them, sent money and beautiful women, etc., in order to seek a good fate, and they would also be good in the future.

Among them, the most popular is Qin Tianyi. As soon as he left the scene, he was surrounded by countless powerful people, or Yingying Yanyan, promising all kinds of benefits and rewards, just asking him to accept it.

It's just that no one on Qin Hao's side stepped forward. And he himself was frowning and thinking about what he had just done.

Looking at the corpses full of disarray, Qin Tian couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this year's True Martial Arts Ceremony was really a bit miserable. Of the two hundred talented monks, there are only twenty-two of those who survived, including themselves.

Swallowing his saliva with difficulty, Qin Hao found that there was a fishy sweet taste in his throat. He couldn't help but wonder, stuffed his finger into his mouth, and when he took it out again, it was as red as blood......

This crimson color continued to magnify in front of him, and all kinds of fragmented memories gradually filled Qin Hao's mind.

After piercing the person, the pleasure and enjoyment of drinking blood. The girl was bitten on the neck, and she screamed hoarsely and sharply. The shriveled appearance of an intact face after being drained of blood......

The red and white world lingered in Qin Hao's mind. He finally remembered what he had done in the time he had just spent with a stick of incense......

"No, that's not me!" Qin Hao looked frightened, like a madman, knelt down on his knees, and desperately slashed his throat with his hands, wanting to spit out the things he had drunk.

However, the blood had turned into energy and poured into the limbs, and no matter how much he vomited, it was nothing more than a pile of sour water.

The despair before death, the sound of struggle, kept lingering in Qin Hao's mind, he covered his ears, lowered his head, didn't dare to listen, didn't dare to look, for fear of touching the strange gaze thrown at him.

At this time, Qin Hao suddenly heard a burst of grass around him. When he looked up, he saw a middle-aged man with a big belly, followed by a timid little maid about fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Mr. Qin Hao just fought, it is indeed powerful and extraordinary, which is an eye-opener for the despicable!" the middle-aged man laughed, stepped forward and patted Qin Hao's shoulder, and said loudly.

Being praised like this, Qin Hao only felt sour in his heart, and he was so ashamed that he couldn't raise his head. He took a step back a little stiffly, and asked in a timid voice, "What do you want to do?"

"It's nothing, make a good relationship with Mr. Qin Hao. The middle-aged man arched his hand and laughed loudly again: "In Xia Qin Ziming, do some jewelry business, if Mr. Qin Hao has any needs in the future, just come to me." ”

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