Crash!

The raindrops falling from the sky are bigger than the axles of the car, and the rain is getting happier and happier as the pedestrians hug their heads and run around.

At this moment, the free male Moorish was lying in a dilapidated hut with his sister, and there was no annoying iron chain for him to toss and turn happily.

"Uh--。 "My sister did the same, and she let out a scream of pleasure.

"With bread, with a house, with identity, we can be human beings in the future. The male Moorish spoke to his sister in the tribal dialect.

"It's delicious, I want to eat it again. "Female Moorish humane.

"Don't worry, brother will work hard in the future, and I will let you eat those foods every day. ”

"Good! The female Moors spun around happily.

"What the hell is screaming?"

The broken wooden door was suddenly kicked open, and two people entered, one was the village chief, and the other was his young son, who had just become an adult, with freckles and pimples on his face.

The male Moore was in a complicated mood, and then his hand unconsciously stretched out to his waist, and the younger sister on the side, after being startled, immediately took off her clothes and turned her back to the two of them, exposing her buttocks.

"Don't do that, Dan. The male Moorish voice was bitter.

Dan said to her brother, "Brother, this way, they don't fight." ”

"No, not in the future, I said we are human beings! The male Moorish pulled Dan's pants up.

"What are you trying to do, do you think that a noble lord will appear today and say that you are a human being, and you will be handcuffed tomorrow. The youngest son of the village chief took off his pants and said to the male Moore, "Come here." ”

His father went straight to the broken bed, kicked the male Moorish out of the bed, and on Dan, he made a refreshing movement in and out, and every time he made Dan cry loudly.

"It's a man, it's a slave, it's a man, it's a slave...... Slave!" The male Moor, kneeling under the step of the village chief's son, had his mouth stuffed into the long object, and he kept thinking about this sentence in his mind.

"Daddy, let's sell that dagger, buy a few more prettier ones, and I want a younger boy," the village chief's youngest son made a happy expression.

At this time, another bearded man came in, glanced at it and said, "I'll wait." He just waited, not surprised.

"Ah...... Louder!" The village chief had reached the final stage, and then he was paralyzed, and the man on the side saw this and hurried to fill the position, for fear of being taken away again.

This man acted very roughly, he was a butcher, and he had to make Dan covered in injuries every time, and the male Moorish wanted to stop his movements and save Dan, but he was forced to hold down his head by the village chief's son.

An hour later, the three of them walked out of the house refreshed, and the remaining male Moors sat still, and the younger sister, who had just spoken to her, had no blood on her lower body, and a bruise on her neck, and a moment ago, lay motionless.

"Dan, get up, don't scare me. The male Moors cried.

"Wake up and sing to me! Don't you like to sing the most? Dan!!"

The corpse responded in silence, and after sitting for a few hours, the male Moorish remembered his days in the tribe as a child, and his father used to say two words, one was "a favor will be repaid" and the other was "a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye." ”

After making up his mind, he first removed the thick rope that held the window in place, and in the evening, when everyone was asleep, he took one last look at his sister and went out of the hut, he wanted to kill everyone, but he knew that if he did so, he would be caught immediately.

Taking advantage of the frenzied rain and everyone hiding in their homes, he approached the church lightly, and a dog was the first to spot him.

Crediting him to the chores of the village on weekdays, the yellow dog who guarded the door saw it, just wagged his tail, and let him in, and he heard the priest's prayer from outside the church door and window.

The singing of hymns is beautiful, like the singing of angels, but it is a dirty thing.

The small hole in the door and window made it clear to the male Moorish that the priest was located, and he quickly pushed the door open, and before the priest had time to turn back, he rushed forward with a lunge and strangled the priest's neck, until the priest was about to roll his eyes, and he did not let go.

"Horse, key, give it out. The male Moorish gestured with his hands and feet, and his strength relaxed, allowing the priest to come back to his senses and shout for help, but then a thunderclap perfectly drowned out the cry for help.

Seeing this, the male Moors strangled the priest to death, and then found a bunch of keys on him, this is a poor village, there is only one priest, the male Moors opened the church, all the locked boxes once, and found some money and a short sword. With everything in his body, he headed to the stable, one of which was just in time to open the floodgates.

The man of the Ig tribe, who was going to be able to hunt on horseback at the age of seven, had been on horseback for three days, and after only groping for a while, he recalled the memory of the past, quickly stepped on the horse's back, circled a few times, and found a trace of riding feeling, and then returned to the worship room, took out the short sword, and inserted it into the heart of the priest on the ground, cutting the flesh.

Bright red oozed out, and the body was cut open, and the male Moorish pulled it with his hands, and then ripped it off with force.

It was this priest who bought them back from the slave market, and blame this devil!

A hot heart was taken away from his hand, and he felt that the priest was not dead yet, because the heart was still hot.

After a few seconds, he took a bite, the taste was fishy and smelly, but he didn't spit it out, chewed a few bites, and swallowed it into his stomach.

"Remember, child, by drinking the blood of the enemy, you will gain courage, and by swallowing the flesh of the enemy, you will be invincible. ”

At that moment, he saw his dead father talking to him, and his sister and grandparents were all smiling at him.

After half a heart, he felt that he was born again, and he stepped into the house of the butcher who had killed his sister, the butcher was a bachelor, lived with his mother, and the door was not locked, and he easily broke in and found the bedroom.

This house, only better than his hut, had very little furniture, and the rain poured in, and the ground was full of water.

When he entered the bedroom, he rubbed his eyes as if he had seen it wrong, and when he restarted, he confirmed that the butcher was sleeping with his mother naked.

"Is there anyone more shameless in the world than him?" The male Moors are no longer afraid. He has this magic weapon, and no one can stop him.

As he approached, the butcher's mother suddenly woke up in a hurry, only to see a black man with a weapon.

"Help!" The old woman's shout woke the butcher up.

"If you don't sleep in the middle of the night, what the hell do you feel?" The moment the butcher opened his eyes, a bloodshot eyeball was thrown at him, straight at him.

"Ahh The butcher saw that the was cutting off his mother's flesh.

"you daddy!" The survival response causes the butcher to pick up the quilt and use it as a shield for defense.

In terms of strength, he can win, but now that the night is dark, his vision is poor, and his relatives died tragically in front of him, he is terrified and just wants to escape.

In a panic, the butcher seized an opportunity to throw the quilt over to cover the male Moorish man's view, and then fled out the door, but because of the slippery ground, he accidentally tripped and drank a large mouthful of dirty water with his face to the ground. This time, let the male Moore catch up and plunge the short sword directly into the sole of his foot.

"Don't kill me!" The short sword was pierced in and out by the male Moor, and his feet were torn out, and the butcher was in pain until tears, saliva, and even urine flowed out.

The male Moorish ignored him, drew his dagger again, and began to stab his body, first in both eyes, then in a thin slice of his nose, and then in his belly

After that, he aimed at the butcher's genital parts, and he was so ruthless that he cut off the root of his desire at once, and the butcher died of pain.

By this time, the men had already heard the fighting, and they lit their torches, and brought rain gear to check on them, and the male Moors immediately rushed out of the house, ran to the place where the horses were, and when they got on them, they galloped all the way.

The horse had only been running for a while, but was too frightened by the thunder to go any further.

"Run!" When the horse was disobedient, he stabbed the horse with a short sword, causing the horse to go crazy and run aimlessly, and he didn't know how long he had been running, but his body was stabbed too much by the male Moor, and he could no longer move, and his legs went limp.

The male Moorish man didn't want to move, so he let the rain fall, and the cold rain poured out the fire of his revenge, and as soon as the strength of revenge was discharged, his hands and feet began to tremble, and he didn't know where to ......go in the vast dark rain.