Chapter 1: Where Did the Wicked Ones Come From?
100,000 mountains.
Inflammation.
The flames filled the sky, the shouts of excitement and the screams of despair continued to sound.
On the white snow, blood was pouring out.
The smell of blood permeated the huge valley.
The earth is trembling and wailing.
In the midst of shouting and killing.
It is located in the innermost cave of the Yanbu.
Feng Jiu opened his eyes suddenly, but the whole person froze in place, and what caught his eye was a beautiful and handsome face that was so bewitching that it could not be described in words.
The man was dressed in snow-white animal skin, leaning lazily on a boulder, his thin lips were lightly opened, and his demonic voice was a little evil: "Please me." ”
Feng Jiuqing was stunned: Lying down, where did the demon come from!
Isn't she dead?
When the space station exploded, she was obviously dead!
Could it be that God saw her die miserably and unjustly, fulfilled her wish before she died, and sent a beautiful man to her?
"Please." The man stood up lazily and walked to her step by step, his long inky hair fell all over his shoulders in an instant, and in the swaying firelight, the tear mole under the corner of the man's eye made him even more demonic.
Feng Jiuqing looked at the man in front of her stupidly, and the memories that surged in her mind made her almost vomit to death.
"You listen to ......" The man half-squatted in front of her, his slender fingers picked up her chin, and his every move vividly explained what evil is: "Your people are roaring, your people are dying, your warriors are bleeding, they will soon kill all your people and find the happy hole, when the time comes, what do you think they will do to you?" ”
"Dijiang!" Feng Jiuqing slowed down for a while before calling out the man's name: "Did you do it?" Are you doing it right? ”
"I didn't do anything, I'm your husband, how could I do such a cruel thing!" Di Jiang smiled, his lips were as colored as blood, and his low laughter was accompanied by a cold mockery: "It's you who are looking for death, no wonder others, don't you say?" What I don't let you do, you want to do, I don't let you kill, you want to kill! ”
"Dijiang, you can't die well!" Feng Jiuqing gritted her teeth and glared at the man in front of her viciously, and the despair that did not belong to her gushed out wildly.
She was born again.
The master of this body.
It's called Jiuqing.
One hundred thousand mountains, the leader of the seventy-two tribes, and the leader of the Yan tribe!
But.
A terrible cry was clearly transmitted in the ears.
The warrior roared angrily.
The old man screamed in despair.
The child's screams.
The woman cried out hoarsely.
"They will attack immediately, I am a wizard, even if the Yan Department is destroyed, I am also a high wizard, but in a moment, the Yan Department is gone, you are nothing, those tribes that were killed by you, taken away by you, suppressed and killed by you, will eat your flesh and drink your blood." Di Jiang's smile is still the same, there is no sympathy, no pity, only downright coldness, irony.
Feng Jiuqing didn't hear what he was saying, his memory was reorganized, he roared angrily, pointed at the sky and scolded: "Fuck your mother, the girl is not dead, sooner or later one day will stab you!" ”
!
Primitive times.
She Nima was sent to the primitive society!
Di Jiang frowned strangely and looked at the woman in front of him.
The flames are extinguished.
With her temper, shouldn't she have gone crazy a long time ago?
Why did she calm down when it came to the end?