"Uncle, you don't do it yet!" Yang Hui shouted sharply. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Yang family stood in place in a daze, as if he hadn't heard this.

Maybe he knew what he was doing, but the spontaneous palpitations and the fear of death made him unable to make a move against the man in the green shirt, he didn't have the courage.

The green trees on the side of the street were suddenly bare, and dozens of branches fell to the ground weakly, as if an invisible sword had cut off all those branches.

It was sword intent, although the sword did not come out, but a swordsman naturally had his own kendo attainments, and the invisible sword intent was accumulated in the dark skylight, permeating the brilliant night sky of Xinghan, and many people couldn't even look at it.

Those silver-white transparent sword qi appeared one after another beside Li Molan, and the expression hidden under the white veil was extremely indifferent and calm.

It's like a cold blade wrapped in chill, full of unrivaled power.

Yang Hui finally couldn't hold back the fear in his heart, and he suddenly realized that he was very likely to die here at this moment, which made him feel very uneasy and scared.

He has always enjoyed the fear of others looking at him, but he has never thought that fear is such a terrible emotion, it turns out that death is always so close to him.

His body stiffened there, and he said hoarsely: "Uncle, if you don't do it again, you should know very well what my grandfather will do with you, and my Yang family has no shortage of guests of your level!"

The Yang family Keqing finally realized this, and silently pulled out a knife from behind him.

A very plain and unremarkable Pu knife, this is the only weapon of this Yang family Keqing, he relied on a gorgeous murder knife method to enter the Yang family as a guest, and lived a comfortable and leisurely life here, almost forgetting what the danger was.

Now after a few years, he once again held the clean and shiny Pu knife, and finally recalled the thrilling life he encountered when he was a fledgling donkey.

The eyes of the Yang family Keqing showed a strong murderous intention, as well as the absolute rebirth of the afterlife.

He knew very well that if he didn't put all hope of survival behind him, there would be no way to seek a glimmer of life in despair, so when he stepped forward, the aura in his body climbed to the highest peak of his life, and even gave him an illusion that he was back to the young days when he wandered the rivers and lakes.

The battle intent rose in the eyes of the Yang family, and he invited the battle with his eyes, as if he was a moth to a fire, and rushed towards the man in the green shirt and hat, as if he was going to die!

In the breeze, a dead leaf was blown from the foot of the green tree on the side of the street to the middle of the street.

The leaves of Aoki are green in spring, yellow in autumn, and gray in the night, and at this moment, under the lights of countless streets and the gaze of the crowd, the leaves are dyed a shocking red.

Soaked in blood, this fallen leaf is as bright red as kapok.

The body of the Yang family Keqing was torn apart by countless sword qi in the process of running, his hands, feet and neck were all broken, and there were several cuts on his abdomen, when those spleen erosions flowed out, the eyes of many ordinary people showed not horror, but disgust and pleasure, which was an indescribable sense of pleasure.

This Yang family guest has been a lackey of the Yang family for many years, naturally no one is unfamiliar, and no one has forgotten what kind of tragic things he once did for the tiger and followed Yang Hui.

And now he's finally dead?

Hundreds of thousands of people let out cheers and cheers, which was completely different from the sparse cheering just now.

Like a flock of sheep persecuted by hungry wolves to fight back.

Li Molan's eyes behind the veil did not fluctuate emotionally, and she casually swept over the disgusting red and white thing on the ground, losing interest, and even more unwilling to give another look.

As soon as he made a neat sword, he had already completely expressed his attitude with the Yang family.

Yang Hui sat paralyzed on the ground, not expecting this result, his limbs twitched, trying to get up again and flee towards Yangjiabao, wanting to move the rescuers, but unfortunately no matter how hard he tried, his feet trembled and he couldn't stand up.

Li Molan walked to his side and picked up Yang Hui like a chicken, through the white veil, the face under the hat loomed into the depths of the soul.

Yang Hui shouted: "I am the second young master of the Yang family, don't kill me! Please! If you let me go, you can do anything!"

Li Molan looked at his unsightly performance and said calmly: "Are you so afraid of death?"

Yang Hui nodded again and again, cold sweat flowing.

In his eyes, this man in green clothes is definitely ten million times more terrifying than Yang Yongxin, the ancestor of the Yang family when he was angry, if Yang Hui is compared to a mouse, then this man with a hat is a poisonous snake that is cold to the extreme, and he will only feel fear involuntarily in front of him!

Li Molan nodded thoughtfully, and then said, "Answer me a question, answer it, and I won't kill you." ”

Yang Hui nodded desperately, as if he had lost his soul.

For the first time, he knew that death was such a terrible thing, that he had brought death to countless innocent people in the past, and that it was his turn that he could truly appreciate that feeling.

Li Molan asked: "Five years ago, there was a girl from outside Yongzhou, called Little Lotus, who entered the Yang family's mansion, do you know?"

Yang Hui showed a confused look, but then his heart trembled, knowing that if he couldn't recall, he was afraid that he would die, and almost racked his brains and began to look through the memory fragments in his mind, looking for any possible clues.

After about dozens of breaths, Yang Hui finally showed joy and said, "I remember, that little lotus, I remember!"

Li Molan asked, "Where is she and how is she now?"

Yang Hui hesitated and said: "She...... It was brought into the house by the ancestor and used as a ...... Shuangxiu furnace tripod should have died a long time ago. ”

Li Molan was silent.

Yang Hui cautiously looked at this man who made him feel terrified, through the white veil, he vaguely glanced at the shock, as if he had seen some great picture, thinking how this person was born so similar to a woman?

Wait?Men and women?With swords?Long hair shawls?

Yang Hui's eyes showed disbelief, and said, "Could it be that you are ......?"

Li Molan glanced at him.

Yang Hui hurriedly covered his mouth, and the horror in his eyes could not be suppressed.

The world said that Li Molan, the descendant of the Beihai Sword Immortal, haunted Songzhou, and all the people who wanted to kill him rushed to Songzhou, but who would have thought that he would appear in Yongzhou quietly?

No, this is no longer a provocation, he is a person, and he wants to declare war with a family of cultivators!

Does he not want to die? He doesn't know how many people will come all the way to Yongzhou once his identity is revealed, just to kill him?

Why?

Yang Hui didn't understand, and Li Molan wouldn't care about his thoughts.

"I'm done, you don't want me to kill you, right? You are the descendant of the old sword immortal, so you won't be untrustworthy. Yang Hui said tremblingly, but being held in his hands by Li Molan, he didn't even dare to rise up the courage to struggle.

Li Molan showed a quiet smile.

A smile that was countless times brighter than the spring sunshine seemed to dispel the murderous aura around him at once, very kind and gentle.

Yang Hui looked at the smile behind the white veil, but for some reason there was an uneasiness in his heart.

Because this smile is very unreasonable, it is also very weird, and it is easy to make people feel afraid.

Li Molan said seriously: "Of course I am a person who keeps my promises, I will not kill you, and I will definitely not let you die in my hands." ”

As he spoke, a gushing aura gushed out from his fingertips, like a small sword appearing on his fingertips.

In an instant, the blood flowed like a pump.

He picked off Yang Hui's tendons and hamstrings, and then looked at him, revealing a smile that was ten thousand times more terrifying than the demon's smile: "Guess what, will the people who have been resentful for a long time in the back let you live?"

Yang Hui looked at him incredulously and asked, "Are you yin against me, aren't you afraid that I will expose your whereabouts before I die?"

Li Molan didn't answer his question, I don't know if it was because of disdain, or if he didn't care at all.

He threw Yang Hui in the middle of the street, glanced at the second son of the Yang family who was paralyzed on the ground like a dead dog, and finally showed an indifferent look: "I'm curious, will the people treat all the vices they have seen over the years in the same way as others, so that you can also experience that feeling." ”

When Yang Hui heard this, he suddenly became alert, and suddenly turned his head, but he was horrified to see that those people with strange expressions were looking at him, looking at him, as if they were looking at something, which was a sight completely different from the usual fearful gaze.

In the past, he was high above and needed these ordinary people to look up.

Now, those ordinary people stood there, looking down at him, as if they were looking at a piece of garbage.

It's like they've swapped places, which is pretty amazing.

Li Molan left the street and walked towards Yangjiabao, behind which were thousands of people under the lights of thousands of homes, crowding the surrounding streets and alleys, and the water was impassable.

A desolate young man in gorgeous clothes lying on the ground with weak limbs is countless times sadter than a water dog in any sense, and can be hated countless times.

The people watched in disbelief as the man in the green shirt walked towards Yangjiabao, and subconsciously prepared to follow.

Naturally, this inevitably passed by the man who was lying on the ground.

"He's Li Molan!"

"He is the descendant of the Beihai Sword Immortal!"

"He's right here, hurry up and kill him!"

An intermittent voice came from Yang Hui's mouth, like the painful wail of a dying person before he died.

Some people were shocked when they heard these words, and then quickly left the place, disappearing into the dark alleys of the night, not knowing where to go.

More ordinary people's eyes were full of surprise, as if they had heard some indescribable good news, so that the stone hanging in their hearts could fall to the ground.

If it is the descendant of the Beihai Sword Immortal, then what is impossible if the Yang Family Fort is destroyed and pushed to the entire Yang family?

He is the descendant of the Beihai Sword Immortal, so he was born to be a savior for ordinary people, right?

Thinking like this, the people no longer have to worry about the future.

In the dark night, thousands of people seemed to be surging with a black tide, and many people would no longer show a look of fear to Yang Hui on the ground, especially the crowd walking in the front, who directly stepped on his body without hesitation, as if they were stepping on some garbage.

A child came up to him and kicked him twice, ignoring his desire to eat people.

But the nightmare of Yang Hui, who was covered with footprints, was not over, this was just the beginning.

How could he be let go so easily?

Soon, he saw many people coming over with hemp ropes, iron cages and fire oil, and each of them had a cruel smile on their faces, which was not at all the same as what Yang Hui had seen in the past.

This is the expression that those lowly ordinary mortals would show?

What about their fears, what about their panic?

He looked at these cruel smiles and felt something familiar.

Then, he suddenly remembered that this cruel smile was not his signature?

Aware of a possibility, he let out a cry ten thousand times more terrible than when he had killed a pig, and those cries echoed under the moonlit night full of stars, echoing throughout the Dragon's Waist City, mixed with pleading and scolding, like madness, pitiful, and hateful.

Yang Hui used to like to play a cruel game, that is, to tie up the living, put them in an iron cage, pour oil, and then light a fire, and finally watch the people in the cage struggle little by little, powerless, lose their vitality, and finally die and become coke.

The reason why he likes this kind of game is not only because he enjoys the feeling of playing with other people's lives, which can give him the natural superiority of a cultivator over ordinary people, but more importantly, he enjoys the fearful gaze of others.

Right now.

It was his turn.

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(ps:When modifying, I found that the number of typos has risen sharply,I can only blame the input method in the new computer is too new.,There are no common words left.,It's just masochistic when coding words.,Don't say those people's names, swordsmanship, place names,Even some idioms are laborious.

(PS2: Magnetic Explosion Infantry Yang Yongxin?) (?) (To be continued.) )