There was no room for negotiation, he kicked on one leg, and jumped out more than ten meters away in an instant, his figure shuttled like a ghost, and the bullets couldn't keep up with his speed. 【Book by】

With a swing of the knife, the guard didn't have time to exclaim, and the butcher knife slashed the inside of the wrist, and the radial artery was instantly cut, and blood continued to shoot out.

The bullet swept past him, and he slashed at the shoulder of the other guard, and the sluggish butcher's knife became a sword in his hand, and his whole hand was unloaded by him.

With a flip of his hand, the blade grazed the guard's neck in a flash.

The blood splattered on the blade, making it look extremely bloody.

As soon as he looked up, the butcher's knife was only for drinking blood.

A new guard was cowardly and tried to escape, but he slashed his spine and died.

From the moment he came out of the cage, there was only one fate for everyone, and that was to fall.

None of those who cruelly abused the black bear could survive under his knife.

Since he came out of the cage, the former docile cat-eared Meng Shi no longer exists, and has become a tiger.

With a knife in hand, he incarnates Shura.

Ten more guards arrived, but in vain.

At this moment, no amount of men and centaurs will be his opponents.

He is a tiger who has been introduced to the wolves, and he is fierce.

The sword flashed, the red stream emerged, and there was no need to show mercy to non-people.

He swept in like a whirlwind, and the knife was extremely cold.

His body was faster than a bullet, and the bullet could only graz his body for a flash.

So as soon as he turned around, the sword roared like a silver dragon, and all the guards fell in response.

The butcher's knife has long been rusted, and it shouldn't have been so sharp.

It's all because of the depth of his killing intent, attached to the knife.

The blade of Shura, killing people invisibly.

Whatever the blade pointed at, it was all fatal wounds, but fortunately he still had a trace of reason that was not swallowed up.

It's not fatal, though. But it is also crippled.

The ground was covered with blood, and he poured out all his grief and indignation.

Meng Xiyao staggered towards Sikong Yao, and with a wave of his hand, even the black bear couldn't break free from the iron cage. He was cut in half with a single sword.

"Yao, it's okay......"

Sikong Yao slowly stood up in response, like a puppet.

Meng Xiyao smiled: "Yao, it's okay, let's go." ”

Meng Xiyao stretched out his hand and grabbed Sikong Yao's wrist, but he only felt a chill.

Sikong Yao's eyes were glazed, and she looked at Shura in front of her in horror, that person was not the Meng Xiyao she remembered.

Meng Xiyao in memory. Gentle as a good jade, not surprised, strategic.

Meng Xiyao showed his usual smile, but it made Sikong Yao shudder.

With a "snap", Sikong Yao slapped Meng Xiyao fiercely.

Meng Xiyao was stunned for a moment. The hand holding the butcher's knife became harder and harder.

After some struggle, Meng Xiyao suppressed the anger in his heart, and finally dropped the butcher knife.

Meng Xiyao gritted his teeth and forced him, "Yao, why is this?" ”

There was another "snap", and Sikong Yao's slap became harder and harder.

The hot pain struck, and Meng Xiyao tried his best to contain the anger in his heart.

Sikong Yao grabbed Meng Xiyao's cuffs. He shouted helplessly, his voice full of grief and indignation.

"Meng Xiyao, why are you doing this!"

Sikong Yao roared, and the ferocity in Meng Xiyao's eyes became slightly loose.

Sikong Yao continued to shout: "What power do you have to strip other people's lives? Every life is precious, what's wrong with you? Why did you become like this, are you still the Meng Xiyao I know? You've let me down so much! ”

Meng Xiyao was slightly stunned. The evil aura in his eyes faded, and he looked at his hands full of blood, why is this?

Sikong Yao left Meng Xiyao, picked up the butcher's knife on the ground, and struggled to rescue all the black bears.

The devastated black bears. As a result of their long-term captivity in the bear farm, they were physically and mentally damaged, their wounds festered, their abdominal cavity was infected, and yellow-brown pus was constantly oozing from the ulcerated skin.

Even if they were safe, their hearts were full of fear, and they did not dare to come out of the cage and touch the earth for a long time.

With tears in her eyes, Sikong Yao carefully took out the torture instrument inserted in their abdomen little by little.

Some of the drainage tubes are rotten in the stomach, and some are tightly attached to the organs.

The black bear endured the severe pain, put the bear paw on Sikong Yao's head, and stroked it gently.

Even if the language is different, Sikong Yao can understand that it is a thank you from the black bear.

Sikong Yao scolded angrily and shouted with all his might: "Meng Xiyao, take a look, what is the difference between you and those people!" ”

Meng Xiyao knelt on the ground weakly, yes, what is the difference between himself and those cruel people?

Isn't it a sin to think that he is doing justice for heaven, but in fact he easily takes the lives of others?

After the black bear was released into the forest, the long life of being imprisoned in a dim cellar made them lose their courage.

They don't move a step forward except to shake their heads desperately, because they may have forgotten how to walk after being locked in the cage for so long.

The black bears just stared at the sky with demented eyes, as if they still felt like they were still in the iron cage.

Sikong Yao huddled on the ground in a ball, her life was so fragile, so fragile that she couldn't bear it.

The least injured of the bears was the black bear that had been handled by the guard armor earlier.

It wailed and slowly departed with its people.

But even so, they are no longer terrifying beasts that roam the mountains.

Meng Xiyao came to Sikong Yao's side and knelt down, held back tears, and apologized: "Sikong Yao, I'm sorry ......"

Sikong Yao sobbed helplessly, unable to let go for a long time.

Meng Xiyao looked at his bloody hands, when did he start to become so abnormal......

I don't know how long I cried, Sikong Yao was so tired that she fell asleep.

When she woke up, Meng Xiyao was still kneeling in front of her.

Sikong Yao cleaned up her mood and said guiltily: "Xiyao, are you okay?" ”

Meng Xiyao shook his head slightly and did not answer.

Seeing that Meng Xiyao was still sane, and there was no anger in his eyes, knowing that he was still the same Meng Xiyao in his cognition, his heart was settled.

Sikong Yao tidied up Meng Xiyao's sub-colored hair a little, and said soothingly: "It's okay, I know you didn't mean it, and you were also angry, right?" Promise me not to do this next time, okay? ”

Meng Xiyao bit her lip and nodded slightly.

Sikong Yao rubbed his uncomfortable eyes that were swollen from crying, and said, "Xiyao, I'm sorry, I just remembered my mother...... My mom died when I was five years old, and I heard my brother say that she was innocently killed, so I hate people who don't care about the preciousness of life. ”

Meng Xiyao nodded, indicating innocence.

Sikong Yao stroked Meng Xiyao's cheek and asked, "Promise me, don't do this in the future, okay?" Those are precious lives. ”

Meng Xiyao's eyes were slightly red, and he nodded vigorously.

Sikong Yao snorted, stood up first, stretched out his right hand, and said with a smile: "That's good, it's okay, get up quickly." ”

At the same time, a figure quietly disappeared in the darkness.

Li Si rushed over with a shotgun and scolded: "Grass! Who let go of Lao Tzu's black bear! ”

Looking at the corpses, Li Si panted like a cow, and the hideous knife that was an inch deep made him feel excited.

What kind of wound does it take for a fierce man to cut out?

The two of them left the cellar by this time it was already dark.

There was a rumbling thunder in the sky, and a drizzle of rain gradually fell.

Sikong Yao urged: "Let's pick a pound of green bamboo and plums, and then hurry down the mountain." ”

Meng Xiyao responded: "Well, you can hide from the rain on the side, I'll just pick it." ”

After Sikong Yao cried a lot, he couldn't force it at this time, so let him go.

After Meng Xiyao picked enough green bamboo plums, he deliberately picked a plum-filled plum, and then shouted: "Sikong Yao, eat a plum." ”

Sikong Yao, who was squatting under the tree, slowly stood up and responded with a smile: "Okay." ”

At this moment, a gunshot exploded, and a special lead bullet of 7 and a half gauges shot at a rapid pace, sinking straight into Sikong Yi's right thigh.

That's a shotgun bullet.

Sikong Yao screamed in pain, and then fell to the ground.

Li Si ran out of the cellar and scolded angrily: "I aimed this shot at your head for most of the day, but I didn't expect you to stand up." ”

Meng Xiyao jumped down from the tree at once, dragging Sikong Yao to hide behind the green bamboo and plum trees.

Sikong Yao covered the wound on his leg with both hands, and the painful look on his face deeply pierced Meng Xiyao's heart.

Meng Xiyao's eyes once again swelled with a touch of evil.

Sikong Yao suddenly grabbed his wrist and muttered in pain: "Promise me, don't ignore the preciousness of life anymore, don't hurt life anymore......"

Meng Xiyao comforted Sikong Yao, but slowly picked up a sharp stone.

"Good, it's okay."

Li Si swept a shot indiscriminately, and Meng Xiyao turned over and dodged.

When he saw Li Si for the first time before, Meng Xiyao saw that Li Si was holding a semi-automatic rifle, and if he pulled the trigger, he could only shoot one bullet.

You only get one chance.

Meng Xiyao waved his hand, and the sharp stone shot out.

Li Si had just loaded the shotgun, pulled the trigger slightly, and the stone went straight into the barrel of the shotgun, and the gunpowder in the bullet ignited instantly.

With an explosion, Li Si was knocked unconscious by the huge recoil force, and Meng Xiyao slowly turned around and went to check Sikong Yao's injuries.

At this time, Sikong Yao was already lying on the ground, unconscious.

"Yao!"

The sky is not beautiful, there is a thunderous roar, and the airborne majestic rain.

Sikong Yao was babbling nonsense in a coma, and a touch of crimson appeared on his face.

Meng Xiyao put the back of his hand slightly on Sikong Yao's forehead, extremely hot, looked at the cellar and the back of the bears leaving, gave up an agreement, sighed slowly, carried Sikong Yao behind him, and ran all the way down the mountain.