Yang Hui also saw such a scene for the first time, and while he was surprised, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he seemed to be very happy. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He felt that the torture and killing of the green-shirted man in front of him in front of so many people could bring him the greatest pleasure.

Yang Hui is the second son of the Yang family, and he is the second young master who is famous in the entire Dragon Waist City, of course, there is naturally a difference between this fame and a bad name.

He doesn't mind what the wind of the world is, he only believes in his own happy life, he has tortured and killed people, and he has also raped people's daughters, he likes to arrest all those who try to come to Yang's house to make trouble, and then water them with boiling water, and finally light the fire with oil, because he feels that these screams can give him a real sense of life.

The Yang family is too strong, as the second son of the Yang family, he can hardly find anything that can make him uncomfortable, so he is keen on this kind of torture and killing game, only in this way does he feel that he is not wasting time, listening to those screams, feeling those fearful eyes, he can even clearly feel the pleasure and stimulation that come like a tide, and feel that he is a living person.

Over the years, Yang Hui has killed many people, and his murderous reputation is far and wide, and he can almost make the children of Dragon Waist City cry when they hear this name, which is not an exaggeration, but it is true. Once there was a child in the neighborhood who didn't want to eat lunch, and his mother said, "Yang Hui is here", and as soon as the words fell, the child cried out in fright and began to eat obediently. This matter was naturally blown into Yang Hui's ears by the wind, but the strange thing was that for this matter, not only did he not get angry, but showed a happy smile, which made people feel even more terrifying.

Yes, he didn't mind, and even the more terrible he felt, the more feared he was in the rumors, the happier he was, as if he had achieved something

Now he stood in the night, looking at the man in front of him, looking at the frightened eyes of the people in the streets in the distance, and happily thinking that it was so pleasant to be feared, and the person in front of him would soon become the firewood that fueled his fierce flame.

Li Molan finally stopped.

Because there is someone blocking the road in front of you, it is natural to stop.

Yang Hui's strength is in the late stage of the Enlightenment Realm, he looks like he is only in his early twenties, but he is actually in his thirties, and his talent can only be said to be high or low, which is the average level of most cultivators in the Taoist family.

But the strength of the Yang family guards behind him and the private soldiers was not weak, almost all of them were in the early stage of the Three Realms, and there was even a Yang Family Keqing in the middle of the Three Realms.

This is a very strong lineup, especially in front of a person who does not exude the slightest aura from top to bottom, it seems to be a big fuss.

Yang Hui waved his hand, feeling that he seemed to be a little nervous, and he actually brought so many elites out in order to solve such a person who didn't know whether to live or die?

It's just that he doesn't mind, because he never feels that there's anything wrong with being overly cautious.

He is very afraid of death, quite afraid of death, death is the biggest fear in his heart, so no matter what Yang Hui does, he will bring evil slaves and guards, which is his habit all along.

Whenever he felt the thrill of killing, the fear of death in his heart was intense, and he didn't even notice it.

The lights in the dark night are like a vast sea of stars, intertwined with the true starlight in the sky.

The man in the green shirt and hat stood in the dark night, facing the people from the Yang family, for some reason, there was an aura of thousands of people.

It's amazing, but it also looks like he's dying.

The leaves of the green trees on the side of the street shook gently, not only where the winter night breeze blows, but a few dead leaves fall.

As the dead leaves fell to the ground, a voice rang out.

Yang Hui looked at Li Molan and smiled: "Boy, are you ready to die?"

His face was a little pale, not born white but a sickly white, his clothes were very generous and gorgeous, but they couldn't make his whole person look full, the decadence in his eyes, banter, desire, madness and other things were mixed together, and there was no difference between the ordinary children of the wealthy who were hollowed out by the wine, and even even.

Li Molan looked at him and was sure that the person in front of him should be someone from the Yang family, so he took a good look.

Although he heard it from rumors, he thought that the Yang family should also have a difference between good people and bad people, so that the whole family would not be rotten to the core, and now he looked at this man in gorgeous clothes with a pale and decadent face, and wanted to wait for his next step.

The man in the green shirt and hat obviously did not stand in any high place, but the figure under the hat gave people a very tall feeling.

It's like a judge on high above, waiting in the darkness for the prisoner's final words and then making a decision.

Yang Hui looked at the man in front of him who was covering his face with a white veil, and looked at the silence of the other party, revealing a little anger.

He said viciously: "Don't speak? I'll cut off your fingers for a while, and see if you dare to be so tough! Dare to come and provoke the Yang family and seek death? If you kneel down on the spot now and beg for mercy, I may be able to let you live, but it depends on your sincerity." ”

The corners of Li Molan's mouth rose upward, and a grim smile appeared on his face behind the veil.

"You're not a good person. ”

He said.

It actually sounds a bit serious.

Yang Hui was stunned, and then showed a somewhat unbelievable sarcastic look, which was very surprised.

Then he burst out laughing, as if he had heard something very interesting, and the laughter echoed in the night sky and in the streets, unbridled.

After a long time, he said: "I'm not a good person, of course I'm not a good person, you are really laughing, my stomach hurts to death, I am the devil here, do you know? Our Yang family is the biggest devil family here, do you know?"

The people of the Yang family around him obviously didn't like Yang Hui's description very much, but they didn't speak, but stared at the hat man in front of him with a serpent-like gaze, as if they wanted to see through the white veil with their eyes and see his face hidden behind the veil.

Li Molan smiled: "Then I will slaughter your entire Yang family, there should be no worries." ”

Yang Hui's smile converged and turned into a cold face, like those ice and snow on the endless snow field, biting cold.

"You're looking for death. Yang Hui said indifferently.

The people in the distance looked at the familiar palpitations on the face of the second son of the Yang family in the dark night, and finally realized something, and their hearts tightened.

The leaves on the green tree on the side of the street were finally scattered, and only the bare branches remained, trembling in the dark night, like twisted green snakes.

The people around Yang Hui rushed over, there were weaker evil slaves, and there were stronger guards, except for the Yang family Keqing who looked indifferent and self-controlled, the rest of the people all rushed over.

It was clear that these people did not have murderous intent, because they all knew very well what their masters meant.

Catch it, and then play slowly until you die, and it may be countless times more terrifying and tragic than in the past, because this person is rare to dare to speak provocatively in such a situation.

There was pity and indifference in their eyes, as if they had expected the end of this green-shirted man.

In the past, there were many extremely hard-hearted cultivators who came to the door, some may be people sent by other forces, some may be just simple warriors, there are martial artists and cultivators, and then they all die in humiliation and pain, they may be stripped naked and hung on the street, they may have their hands and feet cut off and thrown on the ground to bleed to death, they may be chained around their necks, they may be begging to wag their tails to survive, and then they eat filth things that ordinary people can imagine, and if it is a woman, it will be even more miserable.

Those tenacities full of edges and corners will eventually be completely destroyed, leaving behind a miserable end without self-esteem, which is worse than death, and every once arrogant cultivator will fall to their knees.

This time, however, there seemed to be some surprises.

The man in the green shirt chose to put down the sword in his hand, which seemed to be some kind of surrender or even begging for mercy, so everyone's hearts were a little lighter.

For some reason, this weak-looking hat-bearer always gave people a strange sense of depression, so when these Yang family lackeys saw the other party put down their swords, they breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

However, in the next second, the fastest rushing Yang lackey saw a huge fist smashed into his face.

In an instant, his head exploded like a balloon, like a watermelon accidentally broken in the summer, leaving a white and red bloody color on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Li Molan kicked the headless corpse back, knocking away a Yang lackey behind the corpse who had no time to brake.

It was only a flash of effort, but it wasn't enough to knock one person away, because he hadn't killed enough yet.

Collect the sword because these people are not qualified to let the dragon elephant sword to kill, Li Molan took a step forward, his body tensed, the muscles of his left arm bulged, and the qi in his body surged one by one, like a tumbling wave on the sea, when the tide came, it was the moment when he punched, his left fist danced like the wind, and the strong wind brought by the fist whistled up, rolling up the dust on the ground, but in an instant, there were dozens of punches, as if phantoms appeared continuously, hitting the heads of those Yang family lackeys with great accuracy, followed by kick after kick, kicking away all those headless corpses, leaving behind the scarlet flesh juice all over the ground, and the headless corpses on both sides were extremely terrifying。

From the beginning to the end, it is only a few tens of breaths, which is unbelievably fast.

Yang Hui and the Yang family guest beside him watched all this dumbfounded.

Hundreds of people in Dragon's Waist City behind him witnessed all this.

They rubbed their eyes, making sure it wasn't a hallucination.

Yang Hui shouted in fright: "Uncle, kill him quickly!"

Hearing his shout, it was not the Yang family Keqing who reacted, but Li Molan.

The man in the green shirt raised his head, the expression hidden behind the veil seemed to be smiling, he glanced at Yang Hui, and then looked at the Yang family Keqing, with a smile under the white veil, like a demon who came out of the Nine Hells.

The people blocking the streets behind them looked at the bloody corpses, and there was no fear in their eyes, only hatred, only disgust, only a kind of pleasure of revenge.

"Kill him!" someone in the crowd shouted at Li Molan's back.

"Kill him!" these voices came and went like wave after wave.

"Kill him!"

The shouts resounded almost through the sky, resounding throughout Dragonwaist City!

Is this the voice of the people?

Yang Hui glanced at the direction of the main Yangjiabao, his legs were weak, and at this moment, he heard the angry shouts of those people, which aroused the anger in his heart.

The Yang family stood in place, silent, without any intention of making a move.

Yang Hui angrily screamed at those people: "Whoever dares to shout again, you will not see the sun tomorrow!"

His ferocity was still there, and many of the people calmed down, finding themselves as if they were carried away by the excitement of the crowd.

Not to mention that the Yang family also has an ancestor in the middle of the Dragon's Eye Realm, Yang Yongxin, who has lived for two hundred years, can this person really push the Yang family to the mountain of the Yang family?

If it fails, will these people be implicated at that time?

Thinking like this, they suddenly restrained their shouting voices, and the few young people who were still shouting those three words seemed a little sparse and unimposing, and after a while, even these people realized that something was wrong and closed their mouths.

The crowd fell silent again.

Li Molan felt the changes around her, and looked at Yang Hui, as well as the Yang family guest next to Yang Hui.

His expression went from smiling to silent again, his face expressionless.

It's like a cold stone covered with frost flowers in the cold winter.

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(ps: Magnetic storm infantry Yang Yongxin, Yang Jialongtao simply used the name of a typical traitor like Qin Hui to make up, although Qin Hui is not necessarily a traitor, but the history books say so (to be continued.) )