The darkness in Song Xiaofeng's eyes quickly receded, and he looked at Zhang Jiyan, who fell to the ground, with a blank expression.

"Ahem!"

The hill-like body struggled a few times to sit up, but it couldn't, and it fell down again, and lay there panting heavily.

The heavy wheezing sound pulled Song Xiaofeng back to reality from his daze.

He looked at the figure not far away, struggled violently in his heart for a moment, and then, as if he had made up his mind, raised his heavy steps and walked in that direction.

Walking towards the long knife, to be exact.

The young monk lying not far away seemed to understand his intentions, his face couldn't help but be stunned, and then he hurriedly said, "What do you want to do?!"

Song Xiaofeng was silent and did not speak, and it was not until he walked in front of the long knife that he slowly spoke.

"He killed my whole family. ”

This reason made the young monk speechless for a moment.

"Do you want to live in nightmares all day long like him?" the young monk didn't know how to persuade him, but sighed.

Song Xiaofeng didn't speak, but silently grabbed the long knife that was even higher than him.

With some difficulty, he pulled the long knife out of the ground, and with a stagger, the weight of the knife almost caused him to fall to the ground, but he finally stabilized his body.

The young monk wanted to stop it, but the injury on his shoulder made him unable to stand up, and the last trace of spiritual power in his body was also used to rescue Song Xiaofeng.

"When is the time for retribution, why do people in the world always not understand this truth? The young monk lay on his back on the ground, Mai turned into a bloody garment, looked at the green shade above his head, and muttered to himself.

Tribulations always force people to grow.

Song Xiaofeng looked down at the bearded man who was coughing up blood in his mouth, and his eyes no longer had the original look of fear, but instead of being as calm as stagnant water.

"Ahem, hehe, the little rabbit cub wants to kill Lao Tzu?" Zhang Jiyan's eyes hidden in his unkempt hair looked at the young boy who looked at him condescendingly through the gap between the ends of his hair.

"You killed my whole family. Song Xiaofeng said a word in a calm voice.

"Then what are you waiting for, why don't you do it quickly?" Zhang Jiyan spat out a mouthful of blood and said jokingly.

Song Xiaofeng glanced at him and raised the long knife in his hand with some difficulty.

Zhang Jiyan looked at his clumsy appearance of raising a knife, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Little brat, I'm afraid I haven't even killed a chicken before, right?"

"You're the first person I killed. Song Xiaofeng struggled to hold the long knife and said loudly.

"Let's do it, remember not to close your eyes when you kill someone, you have to stare at that person to death, you have to make sure that he is breathing, otherwise, it will be easy to be killed. Zhang Jiyan glanced at him sarcastically.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you're dead before I stop. Song Xiaofeng said calmly.

"That's great. The corners of Zhang Jiyan's mouth twitched, and his eyes were a little confused.

"Let's do it, avenge your whole family. ”

Just as Song Xiaofeng was about to slash down one by one, a somewhat timid voice sounded beside him.

"Brother, can you spare his life. ”

Song Xiaofeng turned his head to look at the little girl who didn't know when he had walked to his side, and couldn't help but say, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know. Song Xiaodie was silent for a moment, then looked down at the taboo and nodded.

"Why?" Song Xiaofeng looked at his sister, "Do you know that he killed his father, mother, grandfather, and everyone in the house?"

"Hmm. Song Xiaodie hummed softly, and her eyes began to turn red again.

"Then why do you want to help him intercede?" Song Xiaofeng looked at his sister's weak appearance, couldn't help but feel distressed, put the knife down, and gently rubbed her little head.

"Because he saved us. Song Xiaodie clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, and after hesitating for a moment, she bit her lip and said.

Song Xiaofeng was stunned, and then remembered that when they fled from the Song Mansion, the two brothers and sisters had encountered human traffickers who wanted to sell him and his sister to the Qinglou.

If it weren't for the appearance of this man lying on the ground, without saying a word, he would have killed all those people, and the two of them would have died long ago.

"He saved us because he wanted to torture us. ”

After being silent for a long time, Song Xiaofeng said slowly.

"But he saved us after all. Song Xiaodie lowered her head, a little afraid to look into her brother's eyes.

"But he killed our whole family. Song Xiaofeng clenched his fists, and for some reason, his voice became a little heavy.

"Daddy and Daddy said that if there is kindness, there will be reciprocation, he killed Daddy and Niang, but he saved us again, isn't it good to write it off?" Song Xiaodie said in a trembling voice.

"Brother, I don't want to see you kill. Song Xiaodie raised her head, crying pear blossoms with rain, "I don't want to see you become like him." ”

Song Xiaofeng's body couldn't help but tremble, looking at his tearful sister, his clenched fist involuntarily loosened again.

"Fluttershy, that's not how the accounts are calculated. Song Xiaofeng gently wiped the tears from Song Xiaodie's face and sighed softly.

"Didn't the master say that there is no major event in the world except life and death, and he saved the lives of both of us, aren't these two major events more important than one of his major events?" Song Xiaodie said as she looked at the young monk lying not far away.

"Amitabha. The young monk struggled to sit up on his knees, recited a Buddha name, and looked at Song Xiaodie approvingly.

"Little benefactor, good understanding. ”

"You have to be forgiving and around, little donor, there are some things in your heart, it's better to take them off your heart. The young monk looked at Song Xiaofeng with compassion in his eyes.

Song Xiaofeng glanced at the young monk who was seriously injured trying to save himself and his sister, and his sister who was grabbing the corner of his clothes in front of him and looked at his sister hopefully.

He was a little shaken.

His life has just begun, he doesn't want to live as tired as Zhang Jiyan, this kind of gloomy life is not what he wants.

But is the blood feud between the parents just let go?

Just as he was hesitating, suddenly a large hand slammed into his direction.

"Poof!"

Song Xiaofeng only felt his arm holding the knife move violently, and then he heard the sound of a sharp object piercing his skin.

He subconsciously looked in that direction, but saw Zhang Jiyan, who was lying on the ground half-dead, grabbing his arm with his right hand, and the knife in his hand was deeply stabbed into his own stomach.

"Ahh

Song Xiaodie was frightened by the scene in front of her, and couldn't help but scream as she looked at the blood flowing from Zhang Jiyan's abdomen.

Song Xiaofeng looked at the scene in front of him in shock, looking a little overwhelmed.

At the end of the day, he's just a kid.

"Ahem, isn't it just killing someone, grinding and chirping. ”

Zhang Jiyan slowly let go of the palm that was holding Song Xiaofeng's arm and muttered.