The moonlight is soft, and the lively atmosphere has not yet dissipated. As the most prestigious family in Kaiyi City, the Ying family has a deep heritage, not to mention the depth, and the small New Year's banquet is also quite luxurious. But for Ying Xuan, the eldest son is not alive, and the younger son is away, and the regret in the old man's heart cannot be made up for no matter how luxurious the banquet is.

Lao Song was overwhelmed by the wine, left the wine table early, returned to the room, and collapsed on the bed.

Just when Lao Song was about to fall asleep, one hand broke open the bed board and grabbed Lao Song's neck from below. The fingertips tightly choked Lao Song's trachea, and the huge force almost crushed Lao Song's cervical vertebrae.

Old Song's eyes bulged violently, his mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound. In vain his hands, he tried to break the fingers that were asking for his life. There was a cold, smooth touch in the palm of his hand, which was a right hand in armor.

suffocated, gradually depriving Lao Song of his senses. Just a moment before his eyes fell into darkness, the voice of death came from under the bed, hoarse and trembling.

"Die. ”

After the New Year's banquet, the slightly drunk Ying Xuan returned to the room, and Wenwen slept soundly. The old man came to the bedside, gently covered the girl's quilt, and then turned back to the table, ready to extinguish the candle.

Just as Ying Xuan picked up the candlestick, a hoarse and trembling voice came from behind.

"Don't move. ”

Ying Xuan's pupils narrowed suddenly, and he turned around stiffly. During the day, the extremely ugly subordinate in the stable was standing beside the sleeping Wenwen. His right arm was wearing a pair of arm armor, and his right hand was placed above Wenwen's head. No one would doubt that as long as he wanted to, Wenwen's fragile little head would shatter in an instant.

The old man's heart was about to stop.

"Don't worry, I won't kill her, but I need your cooperation. The subordinate saw Ying Xuan's psychology.

"How did you get in?"

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Xi. There's no place in the world where I can't get in. Don't even think about delaying time, because I've almost killed the people outside. Xi's left hand tore off a film from his face, and his facial features detached, revealing a face full of minced flesh.

"This kind of thing is not only expensive, but also not very effective, and people with some skills can recognize it at a glance. Fortunately, I don't need to be complete, just some facial features to make my face look like a face. It's still ugly, but it's realistic, isn't it?" Xi only had one eye, two holes replaced the original nose, and a misshapen crack that seemed to be the mouth.

"Xi?"

"I'm not familiar with me, will my lord be familiar with it? As she spoke, Xi put on a black ghost mask.

"You! You're from the Charm Department. ”

"Not bad. I didn't expect Childe to be a member of our charm department.,Judging from the voice.,It's a 'thorn'.。 No wonder Thorn is always childish, so young. If I'm not mistaken, I told my family that I was going to be executed. ”

"What will you do with him?"

"Rest assured. Fortunately, I am in charge of this mission, for the sake of thorns, as long as you cooperate, I will let your youngest son and granddaughter live. Of course, you have to die. ”

"Why should I trust you?"

"Either trust me, or let your youngest son and granddaughter die for you. You can start gambling. ”

The old man was silent for a long time, and said, "How do you want me to cooperate?"

"Give me something, don't play stupid. ”

Ying Xuan sighed, walked to the bookcase with all his strength, and turned a Buddha statue on the top of the cabinet. A dark cabinet opens from the wall, and an ancient scroll lies in it. Ying Xuan took it out and closed the secret cabinet.

Xi walked up to Ying Xuan, took the scroll, and grabbed Ying Xuan's neck with his right hand covered with armor.

"Tonight's events will be counted on Yizhao's head. They will live, I promise. ”

Ying Zhao was awakened by the change in temperature in the basement, picked up a heavy gun, and hurried out, but the Ying Mansion in front of him had turned into a sea of fire.

Anger and unwillingness burned in Ying Zhao's heart. Ever since he made a big mistake, he has wandered in remorse, waiting for the opportunity to change history. In today's human world, the human world cannot tolerate the second ideal. He endured humiliation and lurked in the world, staggering through thousands of years, until the appearance of the old man. He didn't care about his identity as a demon beast and took him in. He had vowed to protect the family with his life.

However, his last home was also ruined.

"Damn humans!" Ying Zhao roared, his body began to undergo terrifying mutations, and the heavy spear twisted into his body. The muscles swelled rapidly, stretching the garment into rags. Heavily armored scales flipped out from under the skin, joints made loud noises, and the whole person turned into a terrifying monster with four legs and six arms two stories high. A pair of huge wings burst out from the monster's back, and the wind fanned out the flames around it.

He is two feet tall, can speak human language, wears scale armor, bone is a spear, the upper body is a human, the lower body is a beast, six legs and four arms, the back has two wings, and the blood of a half-demon is full of power. Ying Zhao's ontology is Yi Zhao.

"Someone?" Yizhao sniffed lightly, and his eyes threw two fierce lights into the fire, "It's just that you did a good job?

Outside the Ying Mansion, a team of people was stunned in front of the sea of fire.

"What's the situation? Someone did it first?"

"What's that?"

With a person's exclamation, everyone followed the voice, only to see the half-body of a huge demon beast exposed on the wall. The demon beast tore down the blackened wall and stepped through the sea of fire, its eyes like fierce bells, looking condescendingly at the insignificant human.

"It's Yizhao! Prepare for battle!" the man at the head took off the crossblade steel gun behind his back and ordered.

The people behind him drew their weapons one after another, and the blades flashed with cold light. When Yi Zhao saw the weapon, his fists clenched, and there was a terrible "click" sound from his finger bones.

"One, all, can't go. Yi Zhao's voice seemed to come from hell.

The sky-high fire attracted the attention of the people of Kaiyuan City, and everyone talked about it. Qi Rang stood at the door of the firewood, watching the firelight reflect the night sky of the young man, and his heart was uneasy, and the word "martyrdom" said by the patient during the day still echoed in his ears.

With such a big fire, a lot of people will die. Can you just sit idly by?

But this fire was not an accident, I am afraid that people were already dead before the fire. How many can I save if I go now?

There are always innocent people in the fire, who may have escaped from the fire only to die from burns. For doctors, saving lives is an obligation, not an achievement. If you have the ability, but don't do it, then you are also a murderer.

"Uncle and Auntie, I'll go out and I'll be back soon. Remember to give your child medicine in an hour!"

Outside the Ying Mansion, blood is flooded into a river. A young man with long hair scattered and flicking the strings of the instrument tried in vain to fend off the frenzied onslaught of the monsters in front of him.

One by one, his companions fell, and the enemies remained invincible, including the once-invincible leader. The youth fell into despair.

"Brute!" a middle-aged man jumped up with the last of his strength, and stabbed his short fork into Yi Zhao's eyes. Yi Zhao swung out his right palm and grabbed the middle-aged man's upper body in his hand like a persimmon.

"Sixth!" shouted the young man at the same time as the leader, who was already their last companion. The leader stabbed forward with his spear, and with a flick of Yizhao's long tail, he flew out like a broken scarecrow.

The sixth man's eyes showed disappointment, and he tried his best to throw the short fork towards Yizhao's eyes, but it was empty. Yi Zhao's finger bones rang violently, and a large amount of blood foam gushed out of Lao Liu's mouth.

Yi Zhao let go and threw down a deformed corpse.

"Brute!" Qin Nian's eyes were bloodshot, and he pressed the first and eighth strings of the qin. A harmonic sound of high-pitched trebles and trembling bass roared into the night sky, and sonic waves mixed with explosive energy struck Yizhao.

"Anger and desire, killing gods!"

The force of the explosion shook Yi Zhao back a few steps, and several bloody scales flew out. Yi Zhao clutched his sore head and roared, stomping the ground under his feet. The giant wings fluttered and appeared in front of the youth like a meteorite. The young man hurriedly plucked the strings, laying a sound wall, and the giant wings smashed through the defenses without resistance, sending the youth flying.

The young man fell to the ground, unable to get up again. The leader in the distance had just propped himself up from the ground with his spear, and Yi Zhao had already struck again, slamming down with a heavy fist.

Qin Nian smiled bitterly, with a blow with all his might, could he only do this? I'm about to die, but I haven't gotten stronger yet.

Is the moment before death so long? No, Yi Zhao's fist froze in mid-air and did not fall again. A man, armed with a cross-bladed steel gun, with the front frame of the gun, blocked Yizhao's fist in front of him.

In a trance, the young man saw the once invincible leader, so tall, so determined, so fearless.

"Let's go!"

Hearing the man's words, the young man miraculously got up again and picked up the piano beside him. Seeing the young man dodge, the man withdrew the steel gun and rolled sideways. Yi Zhao smashed down with a heavy fist, stirring up a cloud of dust, leaving a deep pit on the ground where the young man had been.

"Damn humans, one, all, don't go!"

"Who are you?" the young man looked at the man.

The man turned his head, looked at the young man, and said:

"The last soldier. ”