"At the beginning, there must have been some kind of stimulation, and then I gradually returned to calm and thought more deeply, but at that time, it was actually the most dangerous. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" The Red Sand Scorpion looked very experienced, and said disdainfully: "Cutting corpses is really the worst art. ”

Inexplicably, Bo Fengshuimen's face changed, and he hurriedly said: "Then, after thinking about it next, what will he do?" ”

"More killing, more art, more beautiful design." The Red Sand Scorpion's voice suddenly became deeper, and he said darkly: "Or, turn yourself into a beautiful work of art." ”

"Hey, hey." The red sand scorpion ignored the stunned Bo Feng Shuimen, obviously the artist's world is not an existence that ordinary people can understand, and the corners of his eyes flashed with a dangerous glint of joy to the hunter: "You have to find him faster." ”

The Red Sand Scorpion is not afraid of the target's more inhumane killing, his only concern is that the target accidentally plays with him.

Glancing up at the sun, the Red Sand Scorpion said coldly: "Let's go, time is running out, we have to find him before sunset." ”

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At the same moment, on the other side of the Great Rift Valley, about less than a hundred miles away, was a long plank road, on which a winding business caravan was slowly crawling like a thousand-meter python.

The huge wagon was a man high, clinging to the ground and rolling over the ground, the carriage was full of heavy goods, and a triangular flag was erected on each carriage to flutter in the wind, with the word "Zhao" in red on a white background.

The caravan was flanked by heavily armed trading company guards, long swords sheathed, with a look of fatigue and no alarm on their faces.

Turning over this plank road, it is time to enter the city if you walk less than 100 miles, they have walked this trade route I don't know how many times, and there has never been a fork.

What's more, behind the caravan is the Zhao family, and behind the Zhao family is naturally the Zhao family, and the Zhao family is sitting with two big people.

One is the head of the Zhao family, Zao Wou-ki, the confidant relied on by the King of Liangdi in the North; The other one is even more remarkable, it is the future concubine of King Liang.

With such a monstrous background, who ate the idea of a bear's heart and leopard gall to rush to fight a caravan, it was really an old birthday star eating arsenic - living impatiently.

Obviously, because of this, the guards of the caravan usually play more of the role of horsemen and porters, and as for their own duties, they are just a formality.

Therefore, they didn't notice that there was a faint smell of blood wafting in the wind in the bushes next to them, and a sneaky figure was lying in the bushes, squinting three eyes, staring at them like a wolf, the corners of his mouth were grinning, and the saliva mixed with blood unconsciously flowed into a crystal bright line and fell to the ground.

This person has three eyes on his face, and the two normal eyes are black and white, flashing with a cold light, indifferent and ruthless; There is also a strange vertical pupil in the center of the eyebrows, there are no eyes in it, it is all red, like countless blood colors are intertwined and mixed in the form of mist, full of chaotic bloodthirsty and crazy atmosphere.

Only occasionally a golden light shot out from the depths of his eyes, diluting the bloodshot a little, and only at this moment, this person's eyes showed a trace of clarity, but it also seemed more and more cold and gloomy, and then the next second, there was more bloodshot in the eyes.

This person's name is Yang Zhen, the son of the Great Elder of Tianzhou Villa, born with three pupils but unknown talent, and has always behaved in the door with a modest personality and mediocre strength.

Usually the most love is painting, especially love to paint for the little sister, but for some reason, only dare to look at it from a distance and dare not play, the determination in the heart is just a lifetime of silent guardian of the little sister, as long as you can always watch the smile of the little sister, it is enough for life.

Well, the above is the first ten years of Yang Zhen's life, and then everything has changed this morning.

The heavens were dyed red, the earth was dyed red, and everything was dyed red.

First, an inexplicable bald donkey appeared, tied himself, and chanted a strange Buddha sound in his mouth, making his whole person in a trance, as if there were 10,000 flies "buzzing" in his ears.

The whole person's memory is like a picture that has been re-dyed into a smooth white, his sense of existence is disappearing, and then another person's voice makes a dream-like sound in the body, as if another person in the body is being awakened.

And the strange thing is that I don't feel afraid, on the contrary, I seem to feel that this should be me, that I should return to the arms of that voice, and become a mass of nutrients to be absorbed by the owner of that voice, which is the only purpose of my existence.

Yes.

Everything was beautiful, and then, suddenly, I heard a terrible scream.

That voice was the cry of the little sister.

Then, Yang Zhen opened his eyes again, and he saw that the body of the little junior sister was separated, and the blood stained a canvas next to him red.

As a result, Yang Zhen's eyes also turned red, the vertical eyes at the center of his eyebrows overflowed with blood and stinged, anger, despair, and crazy consciousness filled his mind and soul, at that moment, he stared at the corpse of his little junior sister, stared at the canvas, and the world suddenly seemed to have completely changed in his eyes.

The picture lost its color, everything became blurred, everyone's cheeks lost their facial features in an instant, and then, a beautiful smile reappeared on their faces, that is, the smiling face of the little junior sister.

"However, there can only be one little junior sister, the little junior sister is dead, they are all fake, they are deceiving me."

"They all deserve to die!"

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

"Dead―――――― dead---dead-"

There was only one voice left in his head at that time, Yang Zhen grinned hysterically, and then, he took a gentle step forward, waved his hand so lightly, and touched it to the side.

With such a light touch, the sound of blood gushing out, the sound of the skull cracking from his neck he will never forget, it is so wonderful and intoxicating.

He saw that the masked people who were reciting the Buddha's voice fled one by one as if their souls were scattered, so he chased them out, killing them all in the sea of flowers outside, and separating their bodies.

Then, he went back... Back to Tianzhou Villa, looking at the faces of the little junior sister, the anger of departure, not only those guys are lying to themselves, everyone is lying to themselves, everyone.

So, he killed everyone, killing people is really simple, as long as you touch it lightly, the other party's body will be separated, he understands that this is the bloodline talent that has been hiding in his own body.

At this moment, when I was deceived by the whole world, I finally woke up angrily.