(Continued from previous chapter)

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"And the little girl?" The god said in his usual lazy and arrogant tone, "I've been talking to you for so long, and you still don't tell this god your name?" ”

"Xun Xin." The little girl raised her head, glared at the god angrily, and firmly called the god by the only and most simple name. "My name is Xun Xin, please remember, Thousand Evil God. I must be the good creator god from you! Save this tragic world that you play with at will. ”

"Oh." Qiansha didn't care, because she knew that the decisive meeting had already begun.

Isn't it up in three days? Ice Blue Orange struggled to raise his hand, grabbing the white light that appeared in the air due to the hallucination.

That man, Minver Victoria. The figure of the man appeared in front of her eyes, a handsome and cold face, a tall and slender figure, black eyes were black and pure like inhuman obsidian, but there was a flickering, indescribable, obviously cold like the deepest sea, but as bright as the stars, such a distant and untouchable light.

When he smiled charmingly and contemptuously, Bing Qingcheng knew that his heart twitched violently. She had never seen such a beautiful person, that person had a crisp and neat skill, and the killing time was graceful like picking up a piece of withered yellow weeds from the beautiful flower branches of her own garden, and she was calm and reasonable.

Even in that slender and powerful hand, it is a heart that is still beating.

"Bing Qingcheng, my granddaughter, if you still want my grandfather to be your master...... Live, live by any means. Grandpa shouted hoarsely.

However, this old man who was kind to Bing Qingcheng was also the old man who was a first-class killer in the Silver Moon Continent. At this time, lying quietly beside Bing Qingcheng, the cold corpse could not make any sound, a wound in his chest that broke his sternum, and he had lost her heart forever.

Bing Qingcheng remembers listening to the screams of doomed death as he smiled and pinched his heart. The young man's lips pursed lightly, and the soft lips that grew between the straight bridge of the nose and the powerful chin, and the color of crushed cherry blossom petals, rose up with satisfaction.

She was shocked, in her short, worthless twelve years of life, she had never seen such cruel methods, nor had she ever seen lips red with blood, and a smile that was not to be seen in the world.

So she forgot about crying and screaming. She also forgot to taste the hard-won hatred that was as warm as the blood on her face.

"It's not right to kill." When Bing Qingcheng was very young, Yi Yi touched her head and said.

Yi Yi is the concubine of the Emperor of the Ice Sea Kingdom and the aunt of Bing Qingcheng. She was a weak, pure, beautiful woman, who had not had a drop of blood on her hands, and had not killed a single chicken.

"But isn't my father's army killing people?" The young Bing Qingcheng was very incomprehensible, "And the Houtu Country, the Baichuan Country, and the True Iron Empire, aren't they all killing our people?" Didn't my father keep saying that he would kill him back? ”

"It's not right to kill, Ice Orange. In this world, everyone has their own loved ones, their own lovers. It's like if you lose your sister Windsor one day, then you must be very sad. Those people will be just as sad and as painful as you. ”

"But ......"

"Pray with me? We must have done too many things wrong for the gods to abandon us. As long as everyone prays with good hearts, then the great and merciful gods will surely forgive us and redeem this world. ”

But he laughed, Minver Victoria.

"Why don't you cry?" Minver asked her.

However, before Bing Qingcheng could answer, Mingfu lost interest and showed the pieces of meat under his hand to the people who had just assassinated him and been captured.

"I know, you guys don't want to die. And I'll give you a chance to live, eat this rotten meat, and whoever eats the most, I'll let him go. Mingfu proudly threw his heart on the ground, revealing a confident sneer.

There are three people left, who came to assassinate them with their grandfather. Now all of his limbs are immobilized sword wounds. My grandfather said that they were all loyal people who were loyal to their old family and risked their lives to avenge their old family. So in this case, will you die with your will, right?

To Bing Qingcheng's surprise, two of the three people lay on the ground, frantically grabbing the bit of flesh. The remaining one was shouting: "Master Mingfu, if you don't kill me, I'll give you all the plans and whereabouts." You said that after the good deeds are done, you will support me to do ......"

"Kill that, and I'll spare your life." Minver gestured to the rest of the man.

Bing Qingcheng knew that none of these three people could survive, and she knew it at that time. Minf's men surrounded the forest, and he was sure of winning and didn't mind having some fun.

"Hahaha, look, three dogs are biting each other. Who do you think can bite whom? Ice green orange. ”

Does he know my name?

In the next second, the lobes of the icy blue orange's lungs were pierced by the cold blade, and blood gushed out of her mouth. Minfer rotated the fine, shiny blade of the knife to let air into the closed muscles, making it easier to pull the knife out.

"Go ahead, Bing Qingcheng, and kill those three dogs who can only lie on the ground. Make me happy, maybe I'll let you go. Minfer said in a demonic voice.

In the end, I won, Bing Qingcheng didn't want to think about her means of victory, she was a third-level martial artist and an intermediate water elemental. However, Minfer looked at her covered in blood, with a disgusted expression on his face, and asked someone to put a shackle on her that could not use magical power.

"Three days, as long as you live. I'm going to let you live. ”

No, he just wanted me to despair.

Unexpectedly, Bing Qingcheng understood Mingfu's pleasure very well.

Admire the ugly state of the three killers biting each other like dogs on the ground for their lives, and the gloomy despair on the face of the mole who was cut off from hope by him. Watch a little girl like her painfully kill three adults with broken arms and legs.

Then she was left in the catacombs where she had not seen the light of day and her corpse, and she died in despair without a drop of water, without a drop of food, in the darkness of darkness.

Even if he died, his eyes were fixed on the patio above his head.

Bing Qingcheng knew very well that even if she ate the flesh of the corpse, she would not survive for too long if she sucked the blood. The wound in her lungs was badly infected in this filthy environment.

Tomorrow at this time, when Mingfu opens the patio, she can see her holding up a hand, trying in vain to grasp the light of her imagination, and she will not be blind to the ugliness of death.

He's going to laugh out loud, the young man.