Chapter One Hundred and Four: Killing Individuals

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There are a lot of words, but there is only one action, raise your hand and fall. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

And so on, once, twice, many times.

The hand raised is the hand holding the wooden staff, and the tip of the wooden staff is an iron flower.

When Xia He's back fell, it was the iron flower at the tip that fell.

The iron flower is very sharp, it is a flower made of a knife blade, and each petal is a knife blade, with twenty-four knives and twenty-four petals.

This wooden staff has been handed down from a hundred years ago, and it is the personal weapon of the general Hua, and as a general, he always has to do things that are inconvenient for the general, such as interrogation.

Whenever it was time to interrogate the prisoner, General Hua would pick up this wooden staff, and for the prisoner, there would be no more.

But for this wooden staff, it went to the head of the Hua family's generation.

It is said that the wooden staff was peach-colored at first, because General Hua loved peach blossoms alone.

Now this wooden staff is dark red, because there is a lot of blood coagulated on it, and there are many, many unjust ghosts coiled around it.

Every lonely soul and wild ghost used to be a warrior in the Great Wilderness, but when the warrior died, the corpses left in the world were not complete.

This is not a fair and righteous weapon, and in the eyes of those sour and rotten literati in Dayin, it is a powerful weapon that hurts heaven and reason, but in the eyes of the generations of the Hua family, it is the supreme holy weapon.

A murderous artifact.

Whether it is a powerful weapon or a holy weapon, the main thing about this weapon is to kill people and torture people.

That sharp iron flower will only bring pain when it falls on a non-fatal place, and certainly not simple pain, about which the heroic warriors of the Great Wilderness have already told.

But now that iron flower has now fallen on Xia He's back, which is not very strong.

It's heavy, of course it's heavy, how can it match the hatred in the words of the owner of the flower family.

Moreover, the owner of the Hua family did not deliberately avoid the vital points on Xia He's body, waist ribs, bone gaps, arms, and soles of feet, and did not avoid anything, nor did he deliberately do anything.

This is even more painful, Xia He seems to be speechless in pain, and there is no sound for a long time.

But the owner of the Hua family didn't dare to be lonely, nor did he want to kill such a genius so quietly.

An unnatural flush rose up on his face, a crunch that looked a little hideous against the wooden staff in his hand, or perhaps his face itself looked hideous with excitement.

He was hideous, venting his frustration in an almost roaring way, and the dissatisfaction on his face showed a different kind of joy in addition to the hideousness.

It's just that the joy is more like the joy that comes when hatred and pleasure meet.

"Look, you're still going to die. ”

The master of the flower family said this, but his hand still did not stop, but added a little weight.

But Xia He was still lying there like that, letting the iron flower pass through his somewhat thin body, and letting the roar and anger in the words of the master of the flower family be so hideous, he just lay like that, as if he was dead, maybe he was already dead.

Even if he is not dead now, the master of the Hua family is very sure that after a while, he will really die. If he dies, so will the taciturn boy, and so will the lovely little girl.

Many people have died today, fifty-two people who died in the mound to the south, and three people here, a full fifty-five.

The master of the Hua family thought that he would miss these fifty-five people for a long time after that.

Of course, I won't miss this little Hua family who has nothing but flowers, but in the south, in a mansion dedicated to the Hua family in the capital called Lin'an, while enjoying the top pastries sent by the dim sum chef in Bao'er Building, I will think about these poor guys by the way.

This is a very beautiful idea, but there is no beautiful look on the face of the owner of the Hua family, but it is full of coldness and hatred.

Who is he hating?

Xia He or someone else.

"You see, you're going to die. The master of the Hua family now looked a little like he was talking to himself, Xia He didn't pay attention to him, and there was no way to pay attention to him, and even his faint laughter completely dissipated with the ups and downs of that hand.

On the high platform, there was only the roar of the owner of the flower family.

Xia He is already dead, and everyone else will die, except for his son, at this time, he doesn't mind saying more, talking more, maybe he can feel better, at least he won't be so aggrieved.

"Why, you're dead, then your soul will float there and listen to me. ”

The master of the Hua family continued, but his voice slowly became lower, he no longer roared, and the movements of his hands slowed down, no one could survive such an injury, and the anger before began to slowly subside at the moment when Xia He died, replaced by deep tiredness.

Killing is a tiring thing.

This is not the first time that the master of the Hua family has killed someone, but it is the first time that he has killed someone when the true yuan is almost exhausted, and it is also the first time that he has killed someone so seriously.

Although he was a little tired, and his voice was not roaring, the thick hatred in his words was enough to cool the warm breeze in the summer.

"I will kill you from the beginning, not alive, but to kill you. Because of the words of the man on the royal chair in that place to the south, he said that if I kill you, I can leave this place where birds don't. I can't grow the flowers I like, I don't have the wealth for me to squander, and I don't even have food and clothing to live a worry-free life. ”

"But if I kill you, it's fine, I have all of them, and I can still be a first-class official, and talk and laugh on an equal footing with the lord in the court, instead of sighing every day at these disgusting broken flowers and willows. ”

This kind of words sound ridiculous from the mouth of a flower family who has always loved flowers and understands flowers, but no one cares about the words of the master of the flower family, Yin Huai doesn't care, he only thinks about how to save his life, Xia He is already silent, Xiao Lian is still under the high platform, and he doesn't know the tragedy on the high platform, as for the only sober young master of the Hua family, he doesn't have any excitement, but there is loneliness and incomprehension in his eyes, and even disgust.

It's just that he didn't say anything, only the owner of the Hua family was talking to himself.

"A hundred years ago, my ancestors were the flower generals, and he decided to leave with the Xia generals because he didn't want to stay in the sea of flowers that didn't understand the world for the rest of his life, just for the sake of glory and wealth. ”

"It's a pity, because of your ignorant ancestor, he failed to fulfill his last wish, and only ended up with a pitiful death. ”

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The story of General Hua and General Xia has already been told, and I will mention it here again, in order to show the psychology of General Hua and the psychology of the current owner of the Hua family.

Good luck to you, I will write well, write carefully, whether you are watching it or not, it will.

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