Most of the crowd walked away in an instant.

When they passed by Ah Tai, they did not forget to pat Ah Tai on the shoulder, "Brother, wait, brother will help you take revenge!"

When Lao Niu passed by Ah Tai's side, he looked at his injuries and said, "Come really?"

After they were all gone, the Rakshasa Bird pulled Ah Tai over, "Just make a show, why did you get hurt like this?"

"Hi. "What I said is true, I asked them for a consultation fee, and they didn't say a word, and they beat me like this." ”

The Rakshasa was stunned.

In Bai Xingxing's plan, Ah Tai is just a reason to provoke conflicts.

But even if he scratched his scalp, he couldn't imagine that the group of people were really trying their best to fish, not only did not pay the medical fee, but also beat Lang Zhong.

"Those ones. Ah Tai cursed, and he asked the Rakshasa Bird, "You still don't want to take revenge?"

The Rakshasa Bird breathed a sigh of relief to ease the tension, "Don't be afraid, I have wings." ”

"What if you have wings, you can't fly. Ah Tai said.

"You're still beaten lightly. As soon as the Rakshasa finished speaking, it flapped its wings and galloped towards the camp to the south.

The camp in the south is much quieter, not as lively as the camp of the Ata.

People were outside drinking, chatting, or sleeping in tents.

Occasionally, a woman groaned, and that was when they brought the Qinglou woman back.

In the current Central Plains, there is no shortage of these women who have fallen into the dust.

There were three people sitting under the tree drinking a roast chicken wrapped in oily paper, when they suddenly heard a commotion.

"What's going on?" the man leaning against the tree turned back and saw some shadows faintly on the hillside.

"I don't know, whatever. A person next to him gnawed on a chicken bone, "Old Gu, tell me the story of the leader of the Eastern Wilderness Alliance." ”

"Yes, tell me how he defeated the Monkey. The other chimed in.

Lao Gu's attention was pulled back, "This is a long story......

Before he could find a conversation, the shadows had already stormed the camp behind them, knocking down a tent.

"Come out, where are your leaders, come out for me!" Bai Xingxing took the lead and shouted, "What's their leader's name?"

"Old knife handle!" reminded the bucktooth martial artist next to him.

"Old knife handle, come out for Lao Tzu!" Bai happily shouted.

They made their way into the middle of the camp, and all the people who tried to stop them were knocked down.

The people in the camp reacted quickly, and when Bai Xing was happy that they broke into the center of the camp, the camp people gathered around.

A man came out of the central tent, "What are you doing?" he lifted his pants and looked at everyone with a fierce expression.

"You're the boss?" Bai Xingxing was full of ruffians, ", the person who dares to beat me is impatient, isn't he?"

Everyone is licking blood from the knife edge, and they don't want others to lose their face in front of others.

"Who the are you?" said the old knife handle politely.

The brothers around him kept surrounding, and for a while, the two groups of people were tense and glared at each other.

"Listen, Lao Tzu called: Yu, give birth to Ru Niang, very ugly!" Bai Xing said angrily.

"What is it?" the old knife cocked for a moment.

He has traveled north and south for many years, and he has seen a lot of things, but he has never heard of this name, "You Niang is very ugly for the rest of your life, what a messy name..."

"Don't read it!" Old Gu, who came from behind, interrupted him, but it was too late.

Rumble!

The sky was clear, and everyone looked up, watching a flash of lightning roar down from the sky and smash on the old knife handle.

Two brothers stood next to him, who were also affected by the pond fish, and the three of them trembled for a while, and then green smoke came out of their mouths and noses, and they fell to the ground.

Bai was glad that they were close, and he smelled a smell of burnt meat.

"Old knife handle?!" exclaimed the rest of the brothers, and leaned over to the fallen leader.

As for the group of people brought by Bai Xingxing, they froze.

The Bucktooth Martial Master had seen this trick in Quanshui City, and he looked at Bai Xing in surprise, "Isn't it too ruthless to use this trick when we meet for the first time?"

Bai Xing didn't answer.

This is a move by him to capture the thief and capture the king first, and it is also to provoke a scuffle.

As Bai was happy, the old knife handle groaned on the ground, "He, fuck, he, they cheated, killed, killed..."

He could not speak the rest of the words, like a candle in the wind, about to be extinguished.

Their brother stood up and glared at Bai Xing, "Avenge the boss!"

Everyone took out their swords, and Xiang Bai was glad that they had killed them.

Bai Xingxing did not show weakness, raised his arms and shouted, "Avenge Ah Tai!"

These people he brought with him were the moment when the spirits were on the top and the blood was surging, and when he heard the words, he rushed forward without hesitation.

The two groups fought each other in close combat.

For a while, the swords and swords, the sound of fighting continued, and there was chaos yesterday.

They knocked over tents, knocked over candles, kicked down oil lamps, and blazed fire.

The Rakshasa Bird rushed into the crowd, looking for its enemies, taking their lives to avenge her husband and her family.

All the way to the old knife handle.

His body was kept in a corner by his brothers so as not to be trampled on, aggravating his injuries.

However, looking at him like this, the old knife handle is afraid that he can only survive for a while.

The Rakshasa Bird killed the man who was protecting him, crouched beside the old knife handle, and chuckled.

She patted the face of the old knife handle with her hand, "It turns out that your name is the old knife handle, but it really makes me easy to find." ”

"You, you, who are you?" the old knife looked at the Rakshasa Bird sadly on his blackened face.

"Have you forgotten me?"

The Rakshasa Bird used his sharp fingertips to scratch the cheek of the old knife handle, "That's right, you've harmed so many girls, it's normal that you can't remember." ”

"You, you are—" The old knife handle was a little frightened for no reason.

When had he ever plagued a female monster, he didn't even know he was so heavy-tasted.

"Shiniu Town, Mrs. Liang, I just passed the door that day. The Rakshasa Bird said with a smile, his tone cold to the old knife handle.

He remembered the bride who had just become Madame Liang.

His body was soft and warm, and his weak appearance when he struggled inspired his desire for conquest and bestiality.

Occasionally, in the middle of the night, he would think of her body.

"Yes, it's you!"

The old knife handle was only afraid now, he knew that he was dying, but he still couldn't help but be afraid.

"It's me. The Rakshasa bird smiled, his nails touching the corners of the eyes of the old knife handle, "You finally remember!"

As soon as the words fell, with a "snort", his nails pinched into the eye sockets of the old knife handle, and he picked out his eyeballs with ease.

"Ah!" cried the old knife in pain.

"Don't worry, there's another one. ”

Taking advantage of the old knife's breath, the Rakshasa Bird picked out another eyeball and threw it into his mouth.

Although the old knife handle was screaming in pain, the surroundings were too chaotic, the firelight, the sound of fighting, and the sound of gold and iron muffled his voice.

"You, you... Whew, whew. "The old knife handle is only out of breath.

Taking advantage of the last opportunity, the Rakshasa Bird slashed into his crotch and cut off the scourge.

The old knife handle only snorted this time, and never made a sound again.

He will never be able to speak out again.

But the Rakshasa still didn't let him go.

When the soul of the old knife handle came out of her body, she grabbed the gray mist.

"I've heard that when a person dies, he will be the same as before he died, and you are blind and a eunuch, it must be ridiculous. The Rakshasa Bird smiled cruelly.

The gray mist struggled, and the Rakshasa Bird refused to let go.

Until the gray mist glows white.

It is the light that goes to reincarnation, and it belongs to the power of the Heavenly Dao.

It scorched the Rakshasa Bird's hand, forcing her to let it go, allowing it to turn into a rain of light and disappear into heaven and earth.