The muffled grunt was fainter and fainter, but the muffled sound of flesh hitting continued, mixed with the sound of broken bones, crackling and reverberating in the rain.

The sound of struggle in the attic finally stopped abruptly with a 'zi-la-'.

A white shadow flashed, leaped out of the window on the second floor, and swooped straight above the head of the man in the courtyard!

"Ahh With a scream, someone shook off the unknown creature on his head, accompanied by a shout: "Hell! What the hell is going on today! What the hell is hitting Lao Tzu's head! ”

When I touched my ear, I felt a sticky hand, which was dripping with blood, and was washed red by the rain.

'Tick, tick', smearing blood on the ground.

"What the hell! Dare to bite Lao Tzu's ear! The man roared and charged at the fox. However, there was no time to act, but the curtain was stunned.

was kicked on the back by a slender figure, and suddenly lay down in the mud to make a step.

There seemed to be a muffled voice under his feet in the rain: "What the hell are you doing?!" Do you know who my godfather is?! Why don't you get out of here? ”

Gugu muttered and couldn't really hear it, and when he saw that the young man on his back didn't move, he couldn't help but scold: "My godfather is the captain of the Dark Revolving Gate!" Hurry up and get out of here, or Lao Tzu will kill you! ”

The people at his feet were scolding and talking, and Dongfang Yan stood in the middle of the garden and was dizzy, as if he heard a faint sound somewhere, and he couldn't tell the situation for a while. Turning his head and seeing the broken clothes on the ground, dripping with blood, he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, but his mind struggled for a while and fell into a short period of confusion.

Then I turned my head and looked at the fox over there who was desperately biting others, a mass of white hair shining in the night, but it was stained a shocking red with blood splashes.

With the exclamation, someone did not notice that there was another person in the garden, and only raised his hand to strike at the fox.

The man chased the fox to the side, revealing the fat man huddled in the corner of the wall but clutching something tightly.

Dongfang Yan's pupils shrank, and the corner of the fat man's arms was revealed, which was the sleeve of the li'er.

The blood rushed to his brain, and only the sound of 'buzzing' was heard, and it seemed that only his eyes were full of blood red.

Dongfang Yan couldn't make a sound, only felt a dry pain in his throat.

The movement was almost stiff, and he silently took out the purple jade folding fan from his arms. The warm fingers pinched the fan bone, pale with overexertion.

The lustrous purple jade 'Kala' made a soft sound, and a crack spread from under his palm.

There was another 'click'.

Morihan's blade was drawn from the top of the folding fan, and the cold light flashed even on a rainy night when there was no light.

The sword flashed and flickered, and it seemed that someone had finally discovered the arrival of the uninvited guest, and just as the shouting in his mouth ended silently, the man's tumbling eyes saw his body standing there, blood spurting from his neck splashed high in the air, and the rain fell a red color.

The bizarre scene is creepy, trying to open your mouth but never making a sound.

The eyes flipped over, and the eyes were a pair of delicate embroidered shoes, without any patterns, elegant and delicate but could be seen to be the shoes and socks worn by the woman's family, as if a shocking secret had been discovered, and the curtain was dark in front of him, and he never had a chance to say it in this life.

Dongfang Yan was splashed with blood, and it didn't seem to be enough to calm the anger on her body.

The killing color in the pupils was like a piece of knife blade cutting the heart and bones, and the splash of blood rain finally attracted the attention of everyone who was beating the fat man, but when he turned around, he was suddenly cut through the eyeballs by a flash of cold light.

White slurry and blood splattered in the air, and the other blood and disgusting splashed in the muddy water and turned into a mud.

Someone screamed in hindsight, but was cut in the throat in the blink of an eye, or kicked and broken the laryngeal bone, and smashed the spine with a sharp push, and died on the spot.

Only the last person was left to look at the broken body of his companion, and his mouth grew up and couldn't make a sound, only looking at someone holding a folding fan, the tail of the fan was soaked in blood, and it still emitted a sharp cold glow, as if he was still thirsting for more blood infiltration.

finally felt a wet body under him, but Dongfang Yan easily lifted his collar and buckled it against the wall.

Her handsome face was washed away by the rain, and only a pale and even somewhat delicate face remained, but the killing intent in her eyes was terrifying. I just feel like I can see the dim light of hell just by looking at those eyes.

Silent bloodthirsty.

"Who is it?" The man had already been caught in his mind by the sharp gaze, and he didn't have time to react. Until a delicate hand climbed up the throat, tight, but it was an inextricable force, like iron tongs.

Only then did he react after realizing it, and his hands struggled to scratch the hand that was choking his breath, and in a blink of an eye, there was already blood on his hand, but he didn't know whose it was.

Dongfang Yan threw it to the ground with anger and killing intent, and was bumping into the person who had just gotten up at this time who had begun to step on his feet. The two of them staggered again.

The man was on top, hurriedly rolled to the side, knelt on his knees under the threat of death, tremblingly pointed at the man who was knocked down on the side, and begged for mercy in a loud voice: "It's him! It's him! None of our business! Please spare me......"

Before the words fell, his head nodded to the ground.

The stunned pupils revealed the dazedness before death, and he didn't even know how he was poked through his throat. The person had fallen to the ground, his throat was still mixed with blood foam and making an empty sound of 'drinking', and his big empty eyes stared straight at the man called 'Brother Qian', which became more and more strange in the dripping rain......

The man let out a miserable howl when he looked at this, and almost rolled to the side, touching his waist with one hand. It seems that since the last incident, except for the class, it is not allowed to carry weapons, and at the moment he can't touch the big knife in his hand, so he doesn't think about it, he just wants to escape from the slender figure covered in blood.

Dongfang Yan's face was splattered with blood, and she fainted under the rain. Along the delicate jaw, the smooth arc, the silent sliding pink droplets, like the silent and obscure night elves, dancing the scythe of harvest in the thunderous rolling autumn night, harvesting - life.

The man struggled to crawl towards the courtyard gate as fast as he could, but he couldn't escape the enveloping range of the slender figure, as if there was an aura that secretly locked himself, and he had the fierce killing intent to drag back the broken corpses even if he ran to the ends of the earth.

Seeing that he was close to the courtyard gate, he was only one step away from escaping.

Suddenly, a delicately embroidered shoe appeared, gently touching the back of his hand.

"Ah!!!!!!!h A terrible howl pierced the night sky!

The hand bones have silently turned into bone residue, and the whole hand is like a piece of mud trampled under the feet of Dongfang Yan.

Looking up, Dongfang Yan looked down at the east goose below, looking crazy, with a fierce smile on the corner of his mouth. On the contrary, such a smile is not hideous, and if you ignore the knife-like killing intent in those eyes, it can be described as pretty.

And with those murderous eyes, it turned into a ghostly existence in a blink of an eye, and the face was blurred in the lightless night, leaving only the eyes glowing with cold glow, which made people indulge in it. It's like a nightmare that has lasted for a hundred years, and I can't extricate myself.

Death is not the most painful, the most painful thing is the waiting time for death, which is extraordinarily long.

It seems that I can feel that time seems to be divided into thousands of parts, moving the trajectory little by little, and I can see the details of the raindrops falling one by one and breaking in the mud. The shattered droplets of water reflected the extremely frightened faces of the people, as if time had stopped silently, and it was extremely strange.

She didn't move on her toes, but the man seemed to feel a soft force like a beautiful woman's gentle massage spreading densely from the palm of his hand, followed by a sharp pain that even wailing could not do, the whole body spasmed slightly, and he could feel the bones shattering piece by piece, all the way to the shoulder blades, until the body was completely soaked with cold sweat, and the whole body lost consciousness.

Time is like a snickering demon, and everything is unusually slow.

It was certainly not a good feeling to feel that his bones were shattered, and the man had lost himself in the torment of fear, and the only eye that could move could only watch as his body was half paralyzed, like mud.

Someone laughed coldly, "Is this the hand?" ”

The man's consciousness had already fallen into the prison of fear, and he could only look at the delicate face in front of him, unable to answer.

There was another suppressed scream, but he couldn't shout anymore: "This mouth is not necessarily clean, right, I feel disgusted when I look at it?" ”

The most suppressed thing to say was already a soft voice that was flat and even smiling, and the power that erupted brewed in silence.

Dongfang Yan took out the embroidered shoes that stepped on the man's chin into meat sauce, wiped it on the man's face in disgust, and kicked the man's upper jaw, which had long been closed, and turned the whole person over and facing the sky.

A gentle kick fell again, landing on the hip bone, and seemed to slow down more gently: "Is it here that dominates the brain?" Devoured by reason? My people, you dare to move. ”

The man was no longer able to make a sound, his eyes were tearing and revealing a painful look, and his bloodshot eyeballs seemed to be about to break out of the control of his sockets, and his eyes were wide and full of incredulity.

The man felt his hip bone crack crack until it spread to the entire lower limbs, and then the slightest detachment and disintegration, shattering into pieces of debris.

His face was unusually flushed, Dongfang Yan stepped on his dilapidated jaw, and there seemed to be some powder and rain sliding down in mid-air, sliding down the throat that could not be closed, choking violently, half of the upper limb bones were intact, but he could only convulsions in pain, unable to make any movements.

Seeing the embroidered shoes leave his body, his mind that finally relaxed was still relieved for a moment when he knew that he was going to die, and he always felt that the threat of death was more important than death itself.

However, before the breath was finished, a convulsive cramp began from the lower abdomen, and the man who could not shout scratched the stump on one side of the stump, as if he was about to scratch his belly, and suddenly blood was dripping, and a suppressed cry came out of his throat, and a wail like a demon sounded in the night.

The fat man who was squatting in the corner of the wall looked at the young man who walked slowly and was speechless, and the blood-stained robe washed out a bright light red in the rain, spreading straight to the fat man's feet, dyeing the corner of the clothes red.

The fat man was speechless, and the tearing pain on his body couldn't help him, so he kept his half-turned posture and stiffened there, like a frozen stone statue.

Dongfang Yan walked over and gently pulled away his hand protecting the oriole in his arms, the force was gentle but could not be refused, only to hear the sound of 'click', there seemed to be a sound of dislocation of bone joints.

The fat man looked at his swollen hand that was once unconscious just now, and he could bend freely in a blink of an eye, and he could feel the pain that affected his whole body, and the fat man who originally thought that this hand had been abolished felt this unexpected joy, but he couldn't feel happy in such a scene.

The young man's delicate face was slightly handsome, his eyebrows frowned slightly, his expression seemed to be sad and helpless, and he gently picked up the girl who was sitting in the corner, the girl was longer than her, and it seemed that she felt funny in her arms, but she couldn't laugh.

The young man's expression was calm, but he overflowed with strong sadness, like Shen Ke's thick ink...... It's so thick that it can't be dissolved.

The hand is as precious as a gentle flower, it is hard to imagine that the hands just now easily harvested a few fresh lives, but at this moment the delicate girl in his arms trembled slightly.

The young man's footsteps were steady and heavy, step by step, towards the spasmodic and twisted figure that was limp in the doorway, and placed her on the ground with his cherished place, and gently held her back with one hand, so that she almost sat in his arms.

Dongfang Yan took out the purple jade folding fan with his other hand, held Li'er's one hand, and clasped it tightly.

Li'er seemed to have completely lost her expression and sanity, and just sat in her arms in a daze, relying on her strength. There seemed to be some warm pull in her consciousness that prompted her to wake up, but she was afraid of the sadness of reality and was unwilling to reach out and grasp it, and dodged powerlessly into the depths of darkness.