"You...... Run...... Their target this time is not your ......" Xi Tou said as he struggled to take out the blue crystal ball that controlled the courtyard enchantment from his sleeve on the other side, and wanted to crush the crystal ball with all his might, but he couldn't do it because he used up too much strength to speak. just looked at Huang Xiaowei with pity. No one knows whether his pity is directed at Huang Xiaowei or who......

Does hatred alleviate pain?

Hatred is an inner emotion of the individual, "the self-weakening of the subject in the depths of darkness". It will make a person work hard in life, but more often than not, it will form a cycle of inferiority complex and self-deprecation in people's hearts.

Xi Tou embarked on this desperate road of no return, and when he found that after more than ten years of hard work, he still couldn't compete with it. In low self-esteem, he denies his own spiritual talent and his own intelligence. In the most desperate moment, he voluntarily chose death.

Hatred is easy to get lost and is closest to death.

Yes, it was his own choice. He knew that as long as he was willing to pretend to be obedient, he would have more chances and hopes to take revenge than the choice he made now, and he could wait, wait until the day when he could improve his cultivation, and wait until the day when he could use a powerful external force to fight back, and that kind of death might be closer to his goal of revenge.

Xi Tou finally ended his life journey with the sentence "so tired". He opened his eyes and saw only the rubble beams under the eaves......

Huang Xiaowei sadly and gently closed Xi Tou's eyes, she put away her tears, and took the blue crystal ball with her left hand and held it tightly in the palm of her hand. Slowly standing up again, she was more stubborn than the sword in her hand.

This should be their world, she is just an ordinary person, she tries her best to avoid those so-called high cultivators, but fate always plays this joke on her, so that she can't avoid those things she wants to avoid.

She stared coldly at the man in black in the field.

In the courtyard, Ling Xue struggled to confront the three black-clothed men, and her shoulders had begun to tremble slightly. She could only look at Huang Xiaowei who rushed up with a sword in horror, and couldn't say a word of persuasion in her mouth.

Huang Xiaowei was just a mortal with some force, her little powerlessness was not worth mentioning in the eyes of cultivators, and it was just a wave of her sleeves to kill her.

I thought it was a bright flower, but I never thought that it was still a bottomless abyss. At this time, no one can afford to raise a little west wing.

Huang Xiaowei used her last strength to stab the three men in black with her life.

With a "bang", her sword suddenly broke with a white light, and the powerful aura made her running figure stop abruptly, and a fist slammed into her stomach, causing her to fall to the ground hard.

Huang Xiaowei was oozing blood from the corners of his mouth, curled up, and looked hatefully at the other man in black who came in outside the door. The strength of these attacks came from the man in black at the door, wearing a bronze fanged mask.

The man in black in the bronze mask gently withdrew the punch and slowly walked into the courtyard. His lichen robe was a little messy and torn, his chest and bronze fangs were stained with undried scarlet blood, and in his left hand he held a bloody head with two eyes that stared at the earth without blinding.

The bronze masked man threw the head in his hand into the courtyard, Huang Xiaowei crawled with a roar and wail, staring at the head tightly, and then raised his head and stared angrily at the person who came, staring at the half-exposed iron rod behind him.

The bronze masked man casually glanced at the plot in the house, the two men in black were dead, the blood flowing from the blood hole in their chests stained the square inch of land around them, and one ankle wrapped in a strip of cloth curled up on the side of the wall The injured man in black struggled to get up with the strength of the wall, and lowered his head in fear. Then he showed his dissatisfaction with the three black-clothed men who were confronting Ling Xue, and sneered and spit out two words: "Waste!"

As soon as the words fell, he quickly punched.

The astonishing power of the fist passed through Ling Xue's milky white protective enchantment as if it hit the glass lens, and the enchantment shattered and dissipated into invisibility.

Ling Xue tried her best to raise her arm to block the fierce punch, and finally her arm tightly protected the master's head, and the whole person was hit by that punch to the pillar of the stable, and the grass shed on the stable lost the support of the pillar and fell to the ground, which was already the end of the crossbow, and Ling Xue's whole body was buried in a pile of grass and dust, and his life and death were unknown.

The three black-clothed men breathed a sigh of relief instantly, knelt down on one knee in front of the bronze masked man, and said in unison: "Leader"

The bronze masked man glanced at the three of them coldly, the three of them lowered their heads, and their tones were still dissatisfied, and said: "Six people, and they can't clean up two people, it's really useless!"

No one dared to explain, even the injured man in black in the corner of the wall was trembling on his knees.

The bronze masked man glanced at the door of the chamber with a cold look in his eyes, snorted coldly, and said softly: "Traitors, they all deserve to die, and it will be cheaper for you to die!"

When the man in black heard this, his head was already on the ground, and his clearly visible body shook like a sieve, which was a kind of awe for the bronze masked man, the awe of the means. They clearly knew and even learned the torture methods of this so-called "leader", the torture he was going to perform, the skinning and cramping did not make the slightest mistake, saying that cutting half of your flesh would never cost an extra penny, and on the other hand, he was the real demon from the abyss and hell.

The bronze man waved his hand, and the three black-clothed men retreated as if relieved, walked to the ruins of the collapsed stables with their hands and feet, and got out of the fainting Ling Xue, took out a jade pendant rune from her arms, and walked to the bronze man with both hands to respectfully offer it.

The bronze man lightly twisted the jade pendant with his fingers, felt the cool and refreshing breath in the jade pendant and nodded with satisfaction, he retracted his gaze and said lightly: "Go in and put away the painting, and then retreat!"

The man in black who had offered the jade pendant hesitated for a moment, and then rushed into the room decisively when the bronze man saw a murderous motive.

The remaining two men in black bowed their heads respectfully beside the bronze masked man.

The bronze man turned his gaze to Huang Xiaowei, walked up to her lightly, sighed with emotion in his mouth, and slowly sarcastically said: "The three dead guards of the Tsing Yi Gang?

Huang Xiaowei glared at him angrily, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth and glared at the bronze mask, and asked word by word: "You, what is your name?"

When the bronze masked man heard this, he squatted down with interest, stretched out a finger to support Huang Xiaowei's lower jaw, and said with a smile: "What's the matter? It's just a little yellow-haired girl, and you still want to take revenge on me? Otherwise, I'll take off my mask and show you what I look like?"

Huang Xiaowei glanced at his hand out of the corner of his eyes in disgust, but he didn't dodge it, just stared at him with fire-filled eyes, and replied, "The best!"

The bronze man laughed, stood up, and said contemptuously: "With you, there will be no chance in this life!"

Huang Xiaowei lowered her head, in this life, she can't take revenge, this may be a fact, and it is also the most realistic and cruel fact. She looked at Aunt Xue who was paralyzed on the ground with grief, and then looked at the bronze masked man who was carrying the iron rod of Chi Feng with hatred, if her gaze could kill people, this person in front of her would have died tens of millions of times.

The bronze man looked up at the sky, stretched out his hand and spread out his palm, the rain falling from the sky fell on the palm of his hand, he stared at the few drops of rain in his palm, and said flatly: "The gaze can't kill the dead, and the dead can't take revenge." As I said, when it rains on this day, it can instantly wash away the dirt, the dirty blood and the dirty people of this mortal world. ”

The bronze man clenched the raindrops in his hand, and with a flick of his fingers, shot at the eyebrows of the black-clothed man in the corner. The man in black snorted and then collapsed to the ground.

The man in black standing next to him seemed to be accustomed to it, and walked up to the man in black who had been killed with great skill, picked up the sword in his hand and put it on his waist.

When all the swords used by the dead man in black are retracted, the mission is over.

Swords are far more important than people, no matter how difficult it is to cultivate the Abyss Sword Cultivation, it can be cultivated in a certain amount of time under the guidance of the Killing and Pill Sword Master, but these swords full of evil aura are difficult to forge. They did not feel sad and sad when the rabbit died and the fox died, and even at this moment they no longer had any fear of death, they were only afraid of torture worse than death.

Huang Xiaowei's eyes were cold, and her face returned to calm, in her eyes, this was not an accident. When she was in the house, although she didn't have the strength to fight, she still heard all Xi Tou's speeches clearly. At the beginning, she hated Xi to the core, and when she listened to the story, she also felt that this kind of person was not worthy of pity. It's just that when she heard that there was another story behind the story, she personally felt Xi Tou's powerlessness and helplessness. Perhaps, she should at least look at the boxing book and cultivation experience that her grandfather left her, and maybe she should refute the promise of Grandpa Deng, the brewing place, to prevent her from practicing the place.

All good and ordinary life can only be built in a stable environment, no longer fighting for the interests of life, and no longer having a world where there is no punishment or cannot be punished for killing people from above.

It's not that they're killing the center of the earth, it's this turbulent world.

Huang Xiaowei covered her lower abdomen and slowly stood up, this small movement was draining her life, her face became more and more pale, and the sweat on her forehead was blurred in the rain.

The bronze man stood there silently looking at the stubborn woman in front of him.

Huang Xiaowei staggered past the bronze man silently, and she walked towards Ling Xue with difficulty, this short journey of a dozen steps seemed to take a century.

The bronze man waved his hand to stop the two black-clothed men from wanting to make a move, and after taking a few steps and falling to the ground, Huang Xiaowei crawled towards Ling Xue in embarrassment.

Gradually, the rain intensified, falling from the sky like weeping tears.

No one cared about the rain drops on his body, the bronze man didn't mind, on the contrary, he was very happy, he felt that it was a very appropriate thing for the sky to rain after every killing, just as he hated all the dirt in the world, only killing to get rid of it, the rain was the cleanest gift, a way to restore the clarity of the earth.

Huang Xiaowei's clothes were gradually wet by the rain, as if it had been a century before she climbed to Ling Xue's side and grabbed her hand. She wiped her dirt-stained hands with her own clothes, gently stroked Ling Xue's cheeks, and wiped the blood from the corners of Ling Xue's mouth. Under the rain, the scar on this face seems to have disappeared, and what has been restored is a face that has captivated the country and the city.

Huang Xiaowei's lips trembled, tears flowed endlessly, and he shouted in a low voice: "Aunt Xue...... Wake up...... Aunt Xue...... Sorry ......"

It's just that face, just lying there quietly, eyes closed, silent.

The bronze man was immersed in the rain, and suddenly his heart tightened, and the man in black who rushed into the house has not come out so far! He shouted at one of his subordinates and pointed at Huang Xiaowei: "Kill her quickly!"