On the edge of the Kaligili Forest on the eastern continent lies a small village. The small and small forests of the pen &www.biquge.info amp; fun > pavilion are the beloved mothers of the residents, providing them with various survival resources and feeding hundreds of people. For generations, the villagers here have lived by gathering and hunting, trading furs and crystals with passing merchants, exchanging them for large quantities of daily necessities. It's peaceful, and the people here know how to be content, so they're happy.

However, in this bloody and cruel world, peace is a rare luxury word, and many people do not even have the opportunity to use it in their lifetime. Driven by war and desire, peace rarely stays somewhere, and it is not easy to live in peace. The villagers here are fortunate to have lived in peace for more than 200 years, but the villagers here are unfortunate to have never seen the bloody and cruel side of human beings, until today, until a gang of roving bandits broke into this small village that has no quarrel with the world.

The small village had little oil and water, and the villagers' value had long been squeezed out by shrewd merchants, who would come every six months to absorb the village's reserves in exchange for cheap coarse cloth salt in exchange for precious fur crystals. At this moment, the merchant had just left, and all that remained in the village was coarse grain and coarse cloth, which obviously did not satisfy the robbers.

Because it was so remote, and because bartering was popular, the bandits didn't even find a few copper coins. So, under the orders of the chief, the angry thugs moved their hands and decided to educate these "dishonest" villagers.

They began to kill people, the old men were hacked to death by fierce bandits, the children were provoked by spears through their chests in the midst of caracious laughter, the young men died tragically in the battle, and the young women lost their dresses in the struggle to resist, and were carried by many men and thrown on the straw pile. There, dozens of white bodies writhed and writhed, stimulating the men's eyes. The woman's pleading, crying, and insulting voices began, and she struggled desperately to escape, but was knocked over by a fierce man's punch, and lay on the ground crying and moaning. The many men laughed lewdly, each choosing their target, they ripped off their clothes and trousers, jumped up with great force, and pounced on the woman who let out a desperate scream.

The village chief, who had been kowtowing and begging for mercy, finally broke out in the man's blood after seeing his wife and two children beheaded off with his own eyes, snatching a knife and hacking an unsuspecting bandit to death, but then he was kicked to death by the angry leader.

The afternoon sun was warm and shone on the blood-stained village below, the houses were ablaze, and the laughter of the outlaws rang out here.

It's despair, it's painful, it's hell, it's hell in this world.

No one wants to go to hell, but a tall, handsome silver-haired man has arrived.

Walking in hell on earth, looking at the pile of corpses in the river of blood at his feet, Wren's eyes were indifferent, and he did not show a trace of emotion. As time went by, as his experience grew, he had seen too much of this misery, and everything in front of him could no longer stir his emotions. Similar scenes, in war, in adventure, in his own family, Wren has seen it, he has already seen numbness..............

The living villagers and supplies were all gathered in the square by the bandits, and everyone was there, so of course Wren didn't see anyone.

Treading on blood and stepping on corpses, it was not until he approached the square that Wren saw a group of weak people and a group of wild beasts.

The weak wept in despair, groaned in mourning, feasted and laughed, and found the liquor which the village offered to the gods, and was now drinking it with pleasure.

Wren appeared in the square, making both sides stunned at the same time, and making both sides laugh at the same time.

"Where did this little white face come from? He seems to be an aristocrat! ”

"Hello nobles, you can arrest them and ask for ransom from their family!"

"Haha! This kid is much prettier than these village women, and I'm going to fuck his ass! ”

"Don't talk nonsense, catch him first, don't let him run away! That's money! ”

"Little darling! Come here, brother, I will love you well! Hahaha! ”

Looking at the bandits who surrounded him, Wren didn't pay attention to it at all, just smiled and whispered to himself.

"I didn't find that gang of bandits, but I found this gang, which is a good result."

A strong man with thick chest hair walked up to Wren's side, opened his mouth, showed his yellow teeth, smiled lustfully, stretched out his hand to grab the silver-haired man's shoulder, and the voice from his mouth was high and thick: "Little baby, what are you talking to yourself?" Come and let my brother love you well. My brother promises you that as long as you sleep with your brother once, you will never want to leave your brother again! ”

Wren raised his eyebrows in disgust at the spittle, dodged the filth sideways, pointed at the strong man's chest full of black thick hair, and then kicked him far away.

A strong force was irresistible, the strong man's abdomen and feet flew out upside down, a stream of blood arrows spit out from his mouth, and the chest bones suddenly changed, and began to expand and change sharply, like a seedling out of the shell, squeezing out the skin and flesh, and the cruel scene shocked many bandits!

The strong man with chest hair died before he could hit the ground, and when he died, his chest hair bloomed and a flower of bone bloomed. This white bone flower, as big as a fist, with delicate petals and lifelike, seems to be a perfect art born under the hands of a superb craftsman. Rooted in the bone earth, blooming in the flesh and blood environment, the dazzling red and the terrible white combine to form a cruel beauty. Even those evil beasts that killed people without blinking couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva in unison at this moment, and a look of fear appeared on their faces.

In an instant, a powerful subordinate died, and the bandit leader was very frightened, knowing that he had encountered someone he could not provoke. He restrained his previous arrogance, put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up, slowly met his subordinates, and asked carefully, "Who are you?" ”

"The one who killed you." Wren replied with a smile.

"Why?" The leader of the bandits broke out in a cold sweat: "Is there anything about our locust bandit group that provokes your lordship?" ”

"Nope." Wren shook his head.

"That's easy to say." The leader of the bandits breathed a sigh of relief, bent down and smiled: "My lord, you make a price, as long as you can get it, our brothers will definitely have no words." ”

As soon as the words fell, a finger had pierced his head, and the leader of the bandits was surprised, and fell heavily on his back to the sky, completely unable to understand why there was such a change, didn't everyone talk about it well?

"It's boring." Wren picked his ears and frowned: "I'm here to kill people, not to talk nonsense with you." ”

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