After a short time, Xiao Chen returned to the front of the stockade. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The group of women was collecting the bodies of their dead husbands or sons in the middle of the courtyard.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen, the god of killing, actually got rid of the pursuit of the mutants and killed a horse pistol.

Immediately, the frightened souls scattered, and they all gathered together, picking up the weapons on the ground and making a senseless struggle.

The young children were also frightened and began to cry.

"Let me tell you a story, a few decades ago, the Wa Kingdom invaded the Liuyun Empire. The Japanese kingdom is burning, killing, looting, and doing all kinds of evil. As a result, tens of millions of people in the Liuyun Empire have been separated, and the people are struggling to make a living,"

Xiao Chen said lightly, and walked slowly towards the center of the stockade.

The majestic rain blurred his vision, and he wiped the rain from his eyes and looked at the barbarian women who were gathered in front of him, trembling.

"You say, 'Are they not evil?' You say, "Are they not pitiful?" ”

Xiao Chen asked indifferently.

After that, he picked up a rusty spear from the ground, although this spear was covered in rust, but the head of the spear was shiny, and it must have been polished day and night. Perhaps even they themselves did not expect that one day, the muzzle of this spear would be aimed at them.

Xiao Chen jumped onto the roof of the highest house in the stockade, and looked down at them with a spear in his hand, his eyes full of cruelty and indifference.

At this time, the stockade was already in tatters, and two of the only four houses had collapsed, and the remaining bricks and tiles were scattered everywhere.

"And the people of country R think they are innocent, isn't it a sin to support them silently behind their backs?"

Xiao Chen shouted loudly, he didn't care if this group of barbarians could understand.

But in order to make himself more ruthless, he had to say it.

"You are like the people of the Wa Kingdom, the people who broke the Liuyun Empire's family and separated their wives but pretended to be innocent. And at this moment, you will be judged! ”

Xiao Chen roared fiercely, and the cold and brutal emotions in his heart instantly surged up.

Expressionless, he jumped off the roof and walked towards the group of weak women and children.

The shiny spear was clenched tightly in his hand, and the rain and sweat slid down his forehead.

Ahead, a pair of eyes were staring at him, their eyes full of infinite fear and fear.

At this moment, his mind drifted back to ten years ago, that morning, it was the same lightning and thunder, the same storm, and the classmates who had bullied him were staring at him as well.

Xiao Chen, who was young at the time, softened his heart, and at the moment he turned around, he was picked up by one of his classmates from the ground and smashed on his head.

Suddenly, his head broke and blood flowed, and the last trace of weakness in Xiao Chen's heart turned into indifference and cruelty, and he picked up a switchblade and stabbed dozens of holes at the classmate as if he was crazy.

It was also from that time that he learned that he could not have the slightest pity for his opponent, even if the opponent was just a child or a woman.

Thinking of it, the only bit of humanity left in his heart disappeared in an instant, the dark green light on his body skyrocketed, and his eyes were full of coldness.

"Boom"

A dazzling electric light in the sky illuminated the earth.

Cruelty and bloodshed completely erupted at this moment, and the spear danced flexibly and quickly in Xiao Chen's hand, carrying the blood that floated out, like a poisonous snake spitting red letters.

The face and expression are harvesting one life after another, like a demon who has escaped from hell, so ruthless and cruel.

The majestic rain suddenly stopped, failing to wash away the sins on Xiao Chen's body, nor did it completely wash away the dirt of this world.

The spear in Xiao Chen's hand was already stained with blood, and he walked to the top of a staircase, looking coldly at the corpse lying in a pool of blood, waiting.

After a while, one by one, souls floated out of their corpses, suspended in mid-air, looking particularly strange and terrifying.

These souls were very different from the previous ones, all of them were like evil spirits roaring and roaring viciously.

"Boom!! This kind of unjust soul is a great remedy, one level higher than the ordinary soul, and it should be devoured quickly. ”

The eerie voice of the Demon Heart came from the bottom of my heart.

Xiao Chen walked over slowly, his fingertips gradually touching those souls, looking at the angry and unwilling souls, he couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in his cold heart.

And this was soon covered by greed, frantically sucking on this large group of souls.

All kinds of scars on his body healed, and the large skin on his chest turned a demon's purple, that terrifying deep purple!

Xiao Chen laughed wildly in the rain, with a hint of misery and helplessness in his laughter, the corners of his eyes were full of tears, looking at the dark sky, and roaring loudly: "You damn God, why don't you let me become a hero who is in the limelight!" But it made me a demon!! ”

I would have turned my heart to the bright moon,

But the bright moon shines on the ditch!

Xiao Chen restrained his mood, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and the cold emotions surged up again.

Looking at the largest house in the stockade, I suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a fish that had slipped through the net, and hurriedly walked in with a spear stained with blood.

"Crunch"

Xiao Chen gently pushed open the wooden door, the room was very large, there was a wooden table in front of it, and there were several large vats placed next to the table, through the light outside the door, you could vaguely see several skulls placed on the table, and the air exuded a rancid smell, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Xiao Chen carried a spear and cautiously walked towards the large vats, the ground was a little wet, and a few messy footprints could be vaguely seen towards the left side of the house.

When I came to the vat, I lifted the lid of the vat, and a smell of decay came, and it was actually made of human bones soaked in wine, and there was still a little flesh and blood on the bones, which was extremely disgusting.

Even Xiao Chen, who has a strong psychological quality, feels a little disgusted when he sees this.

Turning on the power of demons, he stared at the left side of the room with his blue eyes.

On the left side of the room, at the end of the field of vision, there was a simple wooden bed, a tattered cabinet in front of the wooden bed leaned against the wall of the house, and several thick hard chains surrounded the foot of the bed and the middle of the cabinet.

Slowly walked to the simple wooden bed, and the shoes made a "squeaking" sound when they stepped on the wooden board.

Suddenly, he felt a fierce murderous aura behind him, and he reacted quickly and dodged forward, having been walking on the tip of the knife for many years.

After rolling around on the ground, he stood up and looked fixedly, the owner of the village was holding a short sword, looking at him tremblingly.

Xiao Chen looked at this evil village owner, a hideous look appeared in his eyes, and the blue light of his right hand holding the spear was glowing.

"Whew!"

A sharp sound of breaking the air came, and the spear flew out in Xiao Chen's hand and pierced into the chest of the owner of the village, and the man didn't have time to say a word, so he was nailed to the wall of the wooden house by the spear.

Blood spurted out, staining the entire wooden house red.

After dealing with the owner of the village, Xiao Chen turned around and looked at the wooden bed.

I saw a woman lying on the bed, with a graceful figure and a beautiful face, but her coarse cloth clothes were stained with filth, her eyes were numb, motionless, full of death, and she was indifferent when blood splashed on her body. It is not difficult to see that she suffered a great deal of suffering, and suffering.

A thick chain wrapped around her body, firmly locking her graceful figure.

"Kill her, this woman must have a crazy grudge in her heart, and her soul must be very delicious."

Demon Heart crumbled.

Xiao Chen was silent, and the last trace of unwielded humanity in her heart was finally awakened, and she bent down to help her untie the chains on her body.

Pick up the master's dagger from the ground and throw it on her bed.

"Let's finish it ourselves."

Xiao Chen said to her with an expression on his face.

"Boom!! You're not ruthless enough! ”

Demon Heart sneered.

"I'm a human being after all."

Xiao Chen responded lightly.

Indeed, as a human being, although he can slaughter these scum for the selfish interests in his heart, he still can't let Xiao Chen kill this poor woman.

At this time, the woman quickly picked up the long sword on the bed and slashed it towards her face, blood flowed, and two bloody knife marks were drawn on her originally beautiful face.

Xiao Chen's heart twitched, looking at this scene, he already knew her choice in his heart, and stretched out his hand.

"Let's go."

He said flatly.

The woman didn't say anything, and stretched out her hand to hold Xiao Chen's palm tightly.

Maybe it's because I haven't gotten out of bed for a long time, and my feet just retracted as soon as I touched the ground.

A trace of impatience appeared on Xiao Chen's face, and with a force of his arm, he pulled her off the bed and slammed her to the ground.

She lay on the ground in pain, and the wound on her face continued to drip blood, which made people feel very distressed.

"If you want to live in this world, don't be so cowardly!"

Xiao Chen shouted, and walked out of the wooden house briskly after speaking.

The woman looked at the angry departing figure in front of her, her eyes showed a hint of tenacity, and her hands grabbed the ground fiercely, crawling forward little by little.

The wound on his face was cracked open by the vigorous exercise, and blood was pouring down.

She gritted her teeth and slowly crawled through the bookcase, through the vat, until she finally reached the door.

Outside the door stood a figure, an emaciated figure.

Her soft black hair fluttered in the wind, and the pale green light emitted from her body was dazzling.

The figure turned his back to her and said slowly:

"I don't care what your name was before, from today onwards, your name is Aya!"