After waking up, Wu Song found himself lying in a carriage, he was about to stretch, but found that his hands couldn't move at all, and it turned out that a rope had tied Wu Song's hands behind his back. Helpless, Wu Song had no choice but to sit there honestly.

Through the curtain in front of the carriage, Wu Song saw a graceful figure, holding a horse whip in his hand, and the sound of "driving, driving" was endless.

"It seems that Xiao Qi'er has made up her mind to work for Gao Yu's dark dragon." At this time, Wu Song's heart was in turmoil, he was also a killer, he could understand the feelings in Suzaku's heart for the dark dragon, just like Wu Song in the previous life, even if the organization abandoned him, there was still no resentment in his heart, because he knew that everything was given by the organization, including his life. But on the other hand, Wu Song had to kill Gao Yu, but once this happened, Wu Song knew that he would not be able to cross paths with Suzaku again.

While Wu Song was still pondering, a "huh-" interrupted his contemplation, and then the carriage stopped.

"Wu Dutong, get out of the car." Suzaku's voice returned to its original coldness, as if nothing had happened to Wu Song before.

Wu Song got out of the carriage and stared at Suzaku for a long time, but Suzaku didn't react at all, and it seemed that he really had nothing to do with him. Wu Song smiled bitterly, "Little Bird, you suddenly stopped, did something happen?" ”

"My name is Suzaku, and I don't want to hear the words 'Little Sparrow' anymore." Suzaku was a little excited in his words, his eyes revealing pain and sweetness, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.

Wu Song didn't answer, how could he not feel pain and contradiction in his heart.

On the side of the carriage, Wu Song, whose hands were tied behind his back, and Suzaku, who had a frosty face, stood like this, no one spoke, only the mountain wind blew on their faces.

Wu Song soon stopped being silent, he tried his best to forget the estrangement between the two people, and asked with a smile on his face, "Okay, I won't say it, Suzaku Beauty, now you can answer my question." ”

Suzaku pointed at the dragon whip in his hand and said, "See for yourself." ”

Hearing this, Wu Song turned around, but the scene in front of him stunned him.

The place where Wu Song was standing at this time was an open hill, from which you could clearly see the scene under the hill. It is a small village in the middle of nowhere, and in general, a paradise like this should be quiet and peaceful, with smoke curling. But now, Wu Song saw a group of unarmed villagers being slaughtered, innocent old people and children lying in pools of blood, and Wu Song seemed to hear the wails and cries of those people. And the people who slaughtered them turned out to be a group of officers and soldiers wearing bright official uniforms.

In his previous life, although Wu Song was a killer, he killed countless people. But he kills all the strong, he will never kill an innocent person casually, but this group of officers and soldiers in front of him, wearing an official uniform, did not go to protect the territory and the people, but slaughtered his own people of the Great Song Dynasty here, Wu Song felt that this group of people really deserved to die, at this time, the killing opportunity in his heart had appeared.

However, Wu Song couldn't do anything, because he could only die in vain if he went up. Wu Song turned his head, stared at Suzaku and said, "Why don't you go up and save people, save these innocent people." ”

"Don't you see? What about these officers and soldiers 'cracking down on thieves'? Why should I meddle. Suzaku's tone was cold, but his eyes were full of murderous intent, as if he was waiting for something.

It turned out that in the last years of the Northern Song Dynasty, some officers and soldiers wantonly killed innocent people in the name of suppressing thieves, and described the heads of the people as the heads of thieves, so as to obtain the rewards of their superiors.

Wu Song saw more people lying in a pool of blood, at this time, he saw a man in ordinary linen, although he had been seriously injured, but still tried his best to drag an officer and soldier, to buy time for his younger brother who fled in front, this scene, reminded Wu Song of a past, his eyes seemed to appear in front of his brother Wu Da before he died, and the killing intent in his heart was even worse.

Wu Song tried his best to suppress this bloodthirsty killing intent, and said to the Suzaku beside him, "If there are any conditions, just put them forward." ”

Suzaku breathed a sigh of relief, "It's very simple, as long as you defect to the dark dragon and kill Wang Jin." ”

"Impossible." Wu Song didn't think about it, and immediately refused.

The killing continues......

Wu Song saw that the little boy who ran away seemed to have fallen, and the knife of the officers and soldiers seemed to be about to cut at the innocent child's body, and the little boy's eyes were full of despair and fear......

"No-" Wu Song roared, he could no longer suppress this killing intent, his eyes became blood-red again, and a faint trace of black qi was entangled in his body, in Wu Song's heart, a bloodthirsty demon was awakening.

"Ho-" Wu Song let out an inhuman roar, and the sound was not stopped, and he had already rushed down the hill to the side of the group of officers and soldiers.

Suzaku was taken aback by Wu Song's change, and when he saw Wu Song's unusual speed, he was anxious and frightened, and hurriedly followed Wu Song down the mountain.

Wu Song had already come to this village at this time, and there was a group of red-eyed officers and soldiers around him, and corpses in one place.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wu Song directly lifted up the nearest officer and soldier with his hand, and threw it violently, and the officer and soldier immediately flew out, and with a "boom", he actually knocked out a hole in an earthen wall, and the officer and soldier twitched a few times on the ground, and then stopped moving.

This is the end of the bullies.

Seeing this, the other officers and soldiers actually raised their knives and slashed at Wu Song, and five or six bright and dangling Pu knives fell on Zhou Yi's body, but they couldn't cut them down in the slightest. A cruel smile appeared on Wu Song's face, and his iron fist swung directly at the head of an officer and soldier, and the head of this officer and soldier immediately left his body, cutting a graceful arc in the sun. Several others also died under the iron fist, and their deaths were extremely miserable.

Feeling the smell of blood on his hands, Wu Song had even less reason in his mind, and he could only rely on his clothes to distinguish between the villagers and the officers and soldiers.

At this time, a new round of wailing sounded in the village, but the butcher just now became the slaughtered. Countless officers and soldiers were directly blasted into scum by Wu Song, who was the body of gods and demons. The smell of blood in the air grew stronger.

After ten minutes, the wailing became less and less, there were no more officers and soldiers in the village, and the villagers had fled. But at this time, the bloodthirsty intention in Wu Song's heart was getting stronger and stronger, and he needed blood to soothe the restlessness in his heart.

Suzaku finally rushed to Wu Song's side at this time, she couldn't recognize who this murderous person was, but she was only worried about Wu Song's safety at this time, "Wu Dutong, what's wrong with you?" ”

Wu Song seemed to hear a very familiar voice, but he couldn't think of who it was anyway. He turned around, and a faint purple appeared in his eyes, and there was the breath of a living person. Wu Song couldn't help but choke the living man's neck and lift her off the ground.

Suzaku didn't know how Wu Song could have become like this, but she believed that this was definitely not Wu Song's intention, and she spit out a few words from her mouth with difficulty, "Wu ...... Wu ......, how can you ......?"

Wu Song felt that this voice was becoming more and more familiar, but he just couldn't remember it, the painful Wu Song roared angrily, and the strength in his hand couldn't help but increase a little.

Suzaku's white and tender neck was pinched out, and she felt that her breathing was becoming more and more difficult.