Heart-rending cries echoed in the thick of the night.

The young mother curled up in the corner with the baby in her arms, looking at the people in front of her in horror and anger.

Hold the baby tightly with both hands, like a hen facing an eagle, lest others hurt their own children.

In front of him was a young man in brocade and four men in black.

Behind him was already a cold wall.

There is no way back.

The youth is her husband,

Her husband, who had been so fond of her in the past, had stopped breathing.

The young man lay on his side on the ground, his chest pierced into his heart with a broken rib, his mouth gurgling like blood foaming outside, and the pupils of his open eyes had spread.

Even if you die, you still can't look away,

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret.

One hand was broken, settling in a strange position on the ground, and the other, unbroken hand, reached in the direction of the young mother. The blood stains dragged by the struggle and crawling drew an ugly pattern on the ground behind him, and in the last moments of his life, he was still trying to protect his most precious people.

Wife, children, mother, his family.

The moonlight was obscured by thick clouds, and the light from the house shone through the windows in the courtyard, where a middle-aged woman, who was the mother-in-law of the young mother, was crying, angry and desperate.

"Oh my God, open your eyes and see what these beasts have done......"

Heartbreaking, heartbreak for those who hear it

The bones of her legs had been broken, and the white bones pierced through the skin and were exposed, and she couldn't move as she sat on the ground, even if she wanted to bite the flesh of these murderers.

I just don't know why she hasn't fainted yet.

Looking at her son, who was lying in the doorway and had lost his breath, the woman's eyes were already bleeding with tears.

Widowed for half a lifetime, a woman raised her son alone, watched him grow up step by step, and then watched him marry a wife and have children, no one knew the hardships of the process. How much she has paid, this home, is everything she has.

Her life, her life!

Now that her son is dead, and her daughter-in-law can't escape the fate of being ruined, these cold-blooded brutes will never let go of her little grandson.

What is the pain in the body compared to the despair and pain in the heart?

God, why don't you open your eyes?!

The great and benevolent Haotian was silent, and the whole town was as silent as death.

The young man in brocade, who was emaciated and had a pair of narrow eyes, glanced at one of the men in black. Perhaps it was the middle-aged woman's cry that stimulated him and upset him.

An instinctive aversion to the word brute

I like to hear other people's struggles, screams and moans, and pleading. But he doesn't like to be scolded by others, especially those who are as humble as ants.

For humans, he used to call them two-legged sheep.

Sheep are born with the life of being plucked and skinned to shabu mutton.

The man in black, who was stared at by the young man in brocade, nodded, took two steps back, turned around, and walked towards the courtyard.

For the middle-aged woman, he really had no interest, wasting the noble blood power in his body.

He loved to hear the sound of broken bones and the screams of humans before they died.

After the man in black left, the young man in brocade slowly walked towards the young mother: "I like to see you now", he played with the beads made of the eyes of unknown beasts in his hand, and the red eyeballs kept looking at everything around him with the rotation of his fingers, which was indescribably weird.

And I have always believed that the female two-legged sheep is the most beautiful only when she is desperate. ”

The beautiful face of the young mother flashed with horror, despair, hatred, and finally became resolute.

"You don't think you can die now".

The red eyeballs on the beads in the hands of the brocade-clothed young man had just turned to the young mother's side, and the red eyes emitted a misty pink light.

The young mother noticed that all parts of her body except her eyes had become limp.

I can't even bite my tongue and kill myself, it's like being stuck in the mud.

Then her body began to heat up, and the lost strength returned to her body strangely, and a wave of shameful desire made her want to desperately let the person in front of her untie her clothes, exposing her young and beautiful body to the air, and showing it in front of the strange young man in brocade.

The skin became extremely sensitive, and I could clearly feel the air currents in the air passing over my face.

The skin under the clothes took on a magnificent pink, and the face of the young man in brocade began to change, gradually overlapping with the face of his dead husband.

She was hot, like she was drunk.

Flames burned in her body, and the baby in her arms fell to the ground crying.

The cry woke her up,

Then there is the boundless shame and humiliation.

She still couldn't do anything.

Whenever suicidal thoughts welled up in her heart, she would become weak again in that pink light.

The pink glow only allowed her to unravel her clothes.

She clenched her teeth, resisting the intense desire in her body.

"Yes, it's this expression, you see, how vivid, like a flower blooming. ”

Eyes become fiery.

The hoarse voice of the young man in brocade clothes was like the murmur of the devil, and like the hot wind blowing through summer. Tempting the young mother to fall into the abyss from which she will never recover.

The man in black on the side turned his head and stopped looking. This hobby of the young master made even their entourage feel troublesome when they looked at it.

It's too much trouble.

God, why don't you open your eyes?!

The young mother also cried out in her heart, her teeth sinking deep into her full red lips, and the red blood flowing through her smooth chin and her slender white neck. Uncontrollably, his hands landed on the first button on his clothes.

Looking at the young man in brocade who was getting closer and closer to her, she closed her eyes. Tears of humiliation and grief flowed from the corners of his eyes.

The body no longer obeys commands

She didn't see it, and when she closed her eyes, a lightning bolt streaked across the town's misty night sky.

A terrible howl sounded in the small courtyard before death, not a middle-aged woman, but the voice of a man in black who had just gone out, a strange howl similar to that of a wild wolf before death.

"Who?" no one answered.

The body of the young man in brocade clothes suddenly became blurred,

The next moment he appeared in the courtyard.

The pink glow vanished, and the heat on the young mother's body receded, and she collapsed on the ground and became weak again.

The middle-aged woman didn't know when she stopped crying and fell asleep in the courtyard against the wall.

When the clan's innate supernatural power 'Forbidden Sky' was broken by the light that flashed over the darkness of the town, the young man in brocade knew that it must be a human cultivator who came from the small courtyard.

Although the young man in brocade is evil, although cold-blooded and cruel. But as the leader of the younger generation of the clan, no one can question his strength.

He took two hundred years less to transform into human form than any other of his kind.

It is strange that the tribesmen despise human beings and call them two-legged sheep, but in their cultivation, they can transform into human form as the dividing line.

Just because you can take on a human form, you can practice, have the same body muscles and veins as humans, absorb and use the vitality of heaven and earth, and have more powerful power and more infinite possibilities.

Only human beings have a greater possibility of evolution.

Those who can cultivate to the point of transformation are the elites of the clan.

The young man in brocade calmed down. But his eyes became more cruel, and his pupils, constricted to the size of pins, danced with bloodthirsty flames.

The thick clouds in the sky didn't know when they would disperse, and the white moonlight poured down in the courtyard.

The man in black who came out first fell to the ground. There was a thin red line on his neck, and his eyes were wide open in surprise and disbelief.

There is no doubt that the Man in Black is dead.

A young man in white stood in the moonlight, his eyes like stars. The figure on the ground was stretched obliquely by the moonlight, and it was long.

I saw the young man in white, the ten fingernails of his hands suddenly lengthened without warning, shining blue in the moonlight.

He didn't look at the body of the man in black on the ground. The red eyes in the hands of the young man in brocade turned gray, and when he turned around, he was facing the young man in white, "devouring". The young man in brocade shouted in a low voice.

The gray beads floated into the air, shooting out a misty light again, but this time it was gray, and the gray light shot at the young man in white.

The soles of his feet kicked on the ground, like a wolf pounced on his prey, and his body shot forward like an arrow.

The shining blue nails pierced the throat of the young man in Tsing Yi.

With a "bang", the rope that tied the hair on the head exploded, and the high-speed movement brought a strong air flow to pull the hair back straight, and the black hair turned as blue as the color of the nails in the moonlight.

"Devouring", "Stinging"

For the young man in white, he did not underestimate the enemy, and he was the most powerful attack at the beginning.

The young man in white stood still, his clothes flew up, his figure floated out of the city, and the drooping long sword stabbed out again:

A straight bolt of lightning lit up in the night sky, and the whole small courtyard became daylight in an instant.

It was a sword light.

The sword light reflected the face of the white-clothed young man, a young and handsome face, and under the calm there was hidden fortitude, pity and anger.

The young man in brocade didn't know how many times his hands had changed at the moment when the lightning lit up, and his blue nails marked the space with shallow traces, and the end of each trace pointed to the throat of the young man in Tsing Yi.

The sword light lit up, as if from distant antiquity to the present, piercing through countless spaces, crossing the long river of time, and lasting forever.

The sword body is as clear as autumn water, and the sword light is as bright as lightning.

Lightning streaked across the night sky, slicing the gray light of the gray beads in two.

"Flowers", the young man in white said in a voice, his left palm slapped forward, and a beautiful bauhinia flower in his palm slowly opened its petals, and the stamen was a blazing red light.

As the flowers bloom, the light becomes brighter and brighter, more and more intense, like the rising red sun crawling into the middle of the sky.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's a moment, maybe it's thousands of years.

The light wrapped in the petals finally met the blue nails.

A circle of ripples rippled in the space, and the ripples around the touch were stirring out in all directions.

The world fell silent for a moment, and then erupted in a deafening roar.

Like a meteorite hitting the earth, like a mountain collapsing into a mountain or a river.

The dirt and gravel on the ground in the small courtyard were shattered into fine dust by two huge forces, and they shot up towards the sky, and in the distance, a huge mushroom cloud appeared in the night sky.

A huge wave of air slammed towards the black-clothed people who followed.

There are no surprises.

All the defenses and struggles of the man in black were in vain. The clothes worn on his body had long since turned into tattered strips of cloth, revealing his thick and short limbs and the equally stubby tail on his buttocks, the thick black hair on his body and the faint scales of his limbs, and the cracked wounds oozing jet-black liquid.

These men in black are not really human,

Wolf Demon Man.

A race created by the fusion of demon and werewolf tribes in the ancient continent.

The limbs are demonized, and the torso retains the original body of the werewolf.

A cruel, bloodthirsty race, a race that ordinary people on the continent do not understand, living in distant lands across a natural perilous path, but has always been the mortal enemy of humanity.

The brocade-clothed youth is also not a real human, he comes from an even more mysterious and ancient race.

His name is Withered. Dry is his name, and Dry is his race.

The young man in white knew very well, better than most people, because he had heard a lot of stories about this kind of thing.

There was a terrible scream from the huge mushroom cloud.

The screams were filled with endless resentment and anger, and the withered figure of the young man in brocade clothes flew towards the south, and a pair of purple-red wings and an earthlid-like tail could be faintly seen behind him in the moonlight.

Purple-black blood dripped from the air and fell on the ground that had been squeezed by the shock wave over the iron, and black smoke rose from the ground, slowly corroding into small potholes.

Five dark blue nails about a foot long also fell off.

It's just that it no longer shines a faint blue light, and it becomes dim.

Knowing fate,

The young man in brocade would never have thought that the young man in white in front of him would be a great cultivator of the realm of knowing fate.

If it weren't for the Grey Pupil, a treasure in the clan, he would have stayed here forever with those men in black.

The boy in white was not so easy either.

When someone broke through the forbidden sky with a sword, the withered fox knew that the strong man of the human race was coming.

"Devouring" and "Phantom Thorn" are already his full blows, this is the territory of humans, he has more important things, he can't stay here for long.

More important was the gray pupil, which was a gift from his grandfather, the Great Elder of the Holy City, after he transformed into a human form.

The gray pupils were shattered, which was equivalent to the full force of the Great Cultivator of Knowing Destiny.

The boy didn't chase it,

There were also seriously injured middle-aged women on the ground, and there was no time to chase after the escaped wilted beasts.

In this regard, he is very much like his teacher. Although at this point, I have been taught many times by my uncle and aunt.

Although he never thought of his character as his teacher,

He never identified with the teacher's values.

......

......

The town was quiet again, and even the noise in the small courtyard just now didn't seem to wake people up from their dreams.

Thinking of the teacher, the young man in white felt a little sad and sad, for the teacher, but also for the indifference of those people and angry.

The teenager's personality is strange and complex, which has a lot to do with the three people with different personalities who raised him.

So education is really important.