"This ......"

When Lin Fan and the others passed by a certain village, they found that it was in ruins, full of corpses, and many disheveled women, who had obviously suffered some kind of torture before their deaths.

"Cousin, they can't be meeting bandits. Zhou Zhongmao frowned.

Although he likes to leave no whole corpse for the enemy, he generally does not use it for ordinary people, which is also Zhou Zhongmao's bottom line.

Feng Boliu couldn't bear to look at this: "Okay, the world is like this, every moment, there are tragic things happening, we are just a passerby, don't care too much." ”

"Why are you so cold. Lin Fan looked at the turmoil: "I found out that you were cowardly before, even if you encountered this kind of thing, you can say it so easily, and there is no sympathy." ”

Feng Bo said: "You seem to have sympathy for you, you slaughtered, more ruthless than anyone else, that branch said it would be destroyed, and I didn't see your subordinates showing mercy." ”

"Fart, can it be the same? I can clearly distinguish the difference between bad guys and ordinary people. Lin Fan retorted, today's turmoil is to be tough with himself.

The turmoil seemed to recall something, and his tone became a little depressed: "What good people and bad people, everything is just self-definition, if you want me to say, there are no good people or bad people in this world, everything is centered on oneself and me, and they all want to live separately." ”

"What's the matter, you can say it, maybe I can help you analyze it. Lin Fan saw the turbulent expression and knew that he was a person with a story, and he wanted to hear it.

"I ......"

Suddenly.

Quiet village, only when the fire was raging, the wood creaked, but just now, they heard a slight cough coming from.

"Someone. Lin Fan said.

The storm flow was vigilant, and then a circle of gray internal force spread out, and the "Insect Resistant" controlled the insects, sensing the movement in the ruins.

"There it is. Stormflow pointed to the collapsed ruin road.

Zhou Zhongmao stepped forward, ignoring the burning wood, and grabbed it directly.

Pieces of wood were lifted to clear a passageway.

Soon, the scene in front of him shocked Lin Fan to follow the turmoil.

Two corpses lay on the ground, the two corpses had been burned black, and their faces could be faintly seen, but they were also unrecognizable by the flames.

Zhou Zhongmao picked up the two corpses and saw a wooden board on the ground, and the coughing sound just now was transmitted from under the wooden board.

At the moment when my cousin lifted the plank, a sharp dagger suddenly struck in the dark space.

It's slow.

For a true master, the speed of this stab is no different from that of a snail crawling.

Zhou Zhongmao didn't fight back, but took a few steps back: "Come out." ”

Lin Fan glanced at each other with the wind and waves, obviously not expecting that there were still people alive.

Soon, from the dark cellar, a pair of immature, black-and-gray hands reached out.

"Kid......

Lin Fan didn't expect it to be a child.

Girls, not very old, should be eight or nine years old.

The hair was long, but the ends of the hair were curled up, apparently burned.

The skin that was revealed was red, as if it had been burned, and the skin was torn open with many blisters.

His face was covered with black ash, and his eyes were full of fear.

"It's luck to be able to survive. Feng Bo Liu said.

Lin Fan said: "Kid, what happened to you here? Who did this?" ”

The little girl didn't speak, her eyes kept looking at Lin Fan and the others.

Suddenly.

When the little girl saw the two blackened corpses next to her, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

Fengbo said: "Let's go, it's enough for us to rescue her, and the next thing has to rely on herself, whether she lives or dies, everything depends on whether God gives her food or not, we have caused so much trouble ourselves, and we don't know when we will face an invincible enemy." ”

Feng Bo Liu led the horse rope and wanted to leave, but found that Lin Fan was motionless there, staring at the little girl all the time.

The little girl, he admitted, was pitiful.

But there are many poor people in the world, and they can't be pitied at all.

"Lin Gongzi, I never thought that you had the heart of a virgin. Feng Bo Liu said.

Lin Fan said: "Yes, I don't feel it, I just feel that something seems to need to be done, if you mean that I am kind, then I admit it, I am indeed a kind person, are you right?" ”

The storm was speechless, and he didn't know how to answer this question.

If you are especially kind, then there are really no bad people in this world.

"Little girl, do you want to come with me. Lin Fan looked at the other party, waiting for the other party's choice.

The little girl looked at Lin Fan, and then looked at the once beautiful village that had become such a ruin, and she didn't know how much damage her beating heart had suffered in this small body.

Nodding.

"Okay, get on his horse and get you out of here. Lin Fan said, then pulled the horse rope and walked slowly forward.

"Hey, why do you want to get on my horse?" shouted Storm Stream, what kind of thing is this, you want to take people away, and now you want to put people on my horse, and I don't play like this.

Lin Fan said: "Give you a chance to be kind, since you said that I am the Holy Mother, then I will also show it to you." ”

Feng Boliu smiled bitterly, and then pulled the little girl up: "Sit down, don't fall down." ”

When the palm of the wind and waves fell on the little girl's shoulder, for the little girl who suffered the burn, the pain in her body was relieved, it was cool and cool, and it didn't hurt so much.

Under the eyelids of the storm, there was a trace of helplessness.

This reminded him of his time in Worm Valley, where they were also adopted by the old master's family, and everyone's experience was miserable.

Let's just say that he is in turmoil, and he has never seen what his parents look like in his life.

"Ride!" Storm Stream pulled the horse's rope.

Lin Fan smiled, the martial arts exercises he practiced with his cousin were all used for killing, so he had never learned the exercises to heal people, but the turmoil was not necessarily, as a master of the Worm Valley, how could he not have learned it.

The little girl grabbed the stormy arm and looked behind her, it was her village, where her mother and grandmother had stayed, and there were many friends.

It's been a long time.

In front of them appeared a small army of troops, quite a few of them, several hundred people.

The marches were haphazard, carrying spears and many things in their hands, chickens, ducks, and pigs tied to spears, and then the two of them walked happily on their shoulders.

When the little girl saw these people, she clutched her burned arm with both hands, even though it was painful, but she held back, tears rolled in her eyes, and blood flowed down her arm.

Feng Bo Liu felt that the small body in front of him was trembling, and he obviously understood what was going on.

These are the armies of King Sycamore.

Lin Fan rode past these troops.

The soldiers of the army were also stunned when they saw these horsemen, obviously they did not expect someone to dare to pass in front of them so calmly.

Lin Fan squinted, and when he passed by the leading army, he stopped abruptly, turned around, and asked with a smile: "I want to ask you something, did you destroy the village in the rear?" ”

The leader of this army is the uncle, who can lead a hundred people, he is carrying a roast chicken in his hand, his mouth is greasy, and he walks towards Lin Fan with a fierce look: "We are the army under the banner of King Wutong, who are you, that village was destroyed by us, what's wrong?"

"No, I like people who tell the truth, so it's good for you to die. ”

Brush!

A streamer flashed.

Lin Fan drew the knife, and then the knife was returned to the sheath, the speed was very fast, and this knife was no longer something that could be captured by the naked eye.

Poof!

A human head slowly separated, and then a column of blood soared into the sky, staining the ground red.

Amazed.

All the soldiers were dumbfounded.

To them, it's like hell.

The chief was killed.

They couldn't believe that the uncle, who was originally fine, had died like this.

+66 rage.

+77 rage.

+66 rage

......

When the little girl saw the scene in front of her, her eyes widened, as if she hadn't expected it.

Outcry!

The soldiers all reacted.

"The chief was killed. ”

"He killed the chief and caught him, so that he could not let them escape. ”

"Damn, you dare to do something to us, we are all soldiers of the King of Sycamore, do you want to die. ”

Regarding the clamor of these soldiers, Lin Fan didn't pay attention to it at all.

In his opinion, these are like mosquitoes buzzing in his ears, so annoying, really annoying.

"Cousin, take them down, tie them all to a tree, and don't kill them. Lin Fan said.

"Yes, cousin. Zhou Zhongmao responded, then dismounted, looking at these struggling little ants, he showed a sneer.

"To deal with you, you have to keep your hands, it's really troublesome. ”

Bang!

As soon as the words fell.

Zhou Zhongmao rushed directly into the crowd.

These 100-man armies are irresistible to ordinary people, but to the truly strong, they are far from enough.

To the army of 100 people, Zhou Zhongmao was like a raging beast, they couldn't resist at all, and they didn't even have the slightest room for resistance.

Wailing.

Screaming.

Even if Zhou Zhongmao has left his hand, it is really troublesome to control the force, and occasionally, one or two soldiers are blown up.

The scene directly shocked the soldiers.

It's terrifying.

It's horrible.

It didn't take long.

The wailing stopped, and the soldiers were all tied to the trees.

There are a lot of trees here, and one person is tied to a tree, densely packed, and it still looks a little shocking.

Lin Fan stood there and said, "Look at my face clearly, don't die and don't know who did it." ”

+66 rage.

+66 rage.

......

Although the number of anger points is small, the good thing is that there are enough.

"Let us go. ”

"We are the soldiers of the King of Sycamore, you quickly let us go. ”

They roared, even though their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, but at this time, they felt the smell of death envelop them.