Qin Hao, who was dominated by anger, lifted the Xue Lan sword in his hand and stabbed it into the child's throat, so that he couldn't shout another half a word!

The child clutched Bobo's bleeding throat and turned as if trying to push open the door and escape. And Qin Hao felt that it was not enough to relieve his hatred, so he cut off his legs again, pierced his heart with a sword, swung his sword with hatred, cut its limbs into several pieces, and stabbed several swords on his skull.

He doesn't allow anyone to bully Sister Xiaolan, not even himself......

This dirty, cowardly, self who doesn't even dare to let himself remember should be completely wiped out from the world!

He hated that powerless self, so he wanted to cultivate, kill people, and drink blood, and the purpose of doing all this was to get rid of his past self.

Killing yourself with a sword like this is the most complete solution. And the feeling of killing himself made Qin Hao feel particularly wonderful.

When I was a child, my body was cold, and I couldn't die anymore. Qin Hao finally sat on the ground in a gloomy manner, raised the child's palm, and gently touched it.

Suddenly, Qin Hao's divine soul power turned into a bloody light and burrowed into the child's corpse. All the wounds on the original corpse healed as before at this moment, and the eyes that opened were also pure pitch black.

It's just that the original little Qin Hao has completely disappeared from this world. Instead, Qin Hao, who was full of resentment towards the world and fell into the path of killing, was as new as Shura.

The soul entered the child's body, Qin Hao slowly stood up, lifted the Xue Lan sword that fell to the side, pushed open the door, and slowly walked towards the door......

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the eight children who were beating Qin Menglan suddenly stopped their hands and feet, and instead rushed forward and surrounded Qin Hao.

Among them, there was an older child who walked up to Qin Hao arrogantly and asked presumptuously: "What are you holding in your hand, hand it over and take a look!" ”

"It's a sword." Qin Hao raised the Xue Lan Sword and pointed it at the sky, refracting a cold light.

The light reflected Qin Hao's pitch-black pupils, reflecting the awe-inspiring divine light of killing intent the size of a grain of rice. The corners of his mouth curled in pleasure, he squinted at the crowd around him, and asked with a chuckle, "Do you want to see it?" ”

"Less nonsense, get it quickly!" Another child shouted angrily.

However, in the next second. Qin Hao moved......

His hand speed was not fast, but he swept an arc in the air, and a small line of blood appeared on the necks of the four children in front of him, and he rolled his eyes, and the four round heads rolled down to his feet.

When everyone was stunned, Qin Hao stabbed to death the three children standing behind him with lightning speed, they struggled, clutched their chests and cried, howling, and after a while, they stopped moving......

The only girl left who had recovered from her sluggishness sat on the ground in fright, looking at Qin Hao with frightened eyes, and even forgot to choke and cry.

Looking at the little girl with a calm gaze, Qin Hao grinned again. The smile was not cold, but warm and sunny. Because the girl is very beautiful, with good eyebrows and eyes, and a cute figure.

In particular, she wore a circle or two around her neck, a fluffy red scarf, new and clean, with the characteristic warm smell of a ball of yarn, which could bring warmth best in the cold air of early spring.

So, Qin Hao stepped forward, lifted her collar, took off the red scarf, and carefully held it in his arms, for fear of falling to the floor. When he was done with all this, he smiled at the girl again.

This time, the smile was full of murderous intent. The girl seemed to notice something, and cried out for mercy in fear: "Please, don't kill me!" ”

Unfortunately, the sword had already fallen, and it was the only half of her head that spoke......

After doing all this, Qin Hao took away the Xue Lan sword, walked quickly to the corner, and looked at Sister Xiaolan, who was covered in blood, with a sour nose.

The young Qin Menglan looked at Qin Hao's body with beautiful eyes full of worry and love.

When he didn't find that Qin Hao had scars on his body, he reluctantly got up, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, smiled gently, and said in a childish and sweet voice: "Great, Hao'er is not injured." ”

At this moment, Qin Hao suddenly wanted to cry. So, she really cried, tears dripping down like beads with broken threads, and her throat choked, and she opened her mouth to say something, and finally gave up......

Although it is early spring, the climate is still bitterly cold in winter. Sister Xiaolan was still wearing a tulle skirt, and her skin was already a little bruised from the cold.

So, Qin Hao took off the fiery red scarf and carefully wrapped it around the girl.

The cream-white gauze skirt with a fiery red scarf is particularly beautiful and conspicuous.

Surrounded by warmth, the girl was very happy, and her smile was as bright as in early spring, inadvertently blown away by the wind and flowers all over the mountains. She stood up, patted the dirt on her body, gently hugged Qin Hao, and said in a coaxing and comforting tone: "Be good, don't cry......"

Even though she is only seven years old, her sister is always an older sister and knows her feelings best. That kind of care and gentleness born from the heart made Qin Hao never be able to resist.

But the more this happened, Qin Hao's crying couldn't be stopped any longer, from whimpering and silently shedding tears, to crying loudly and exhaustively, as if he had been greatly wronged.

The corpses and blood all over the ground condensed into a dark red, and even if exposed to the sun, it was a lingering haze......

It's time to leave......

Qin Hao only felt top-heavy, and his soul slowly detached from his body as if he had no weight.

The picture freezes again, and the figures of the two children hugging each other are stretched by the slanting sun. In the warm blood-colored sunlight, the stumps and dripping blood on the ground seemed to be warmer.

The soul floats out of the picture and returns to the mirror world of the sky scene. This time, Qin Hao turned into a blood pupil and black wing, and Shura's body stood in the void.

A strong sense of strength arose, Qin Hao felt that he was more than ten times stronger than in the past, even if he met Li Kushui again, he was confident that he had the strength to fight!

Looking at his figure standing in the void, the beautiful woman smiled with relief, but there was an elusive taste in that smile. She waved her hand towards Qin Hao, her beautiful eyes implied a gentle divine light, and she said in a tone of infinite affection: "Goodbye." I hope you will come back soon and get back your other half......"

When she said this, Qin Hao felt inexplicable. He opened his mouth to ask, but suddenly found that he was flying uncontrollably into the air.

Slowly sinking in the air, he passed through layers of white clouds, and finally penetrated some kind of invisible diaphragm, and drilled out of the dense spirit pool......