Ling Xiaoyu was silent, and his mind was in chaos.

An eerie softness appeared on Ling Suo's face: "Now, it's her turn." He turned to Agul.

Aiguli's eyes widened in horror, she struggled desperately, and finally spit out the rags in her mouth and shouted at Ling Xiaoyu: "Xiao Yu, wake up!" I'm Agul and I'm your friend! ”

A few hours ago, they were still chatting together, confiding their hearts, and that was the first time Ling Xiaoyu had told outsiders about his troubles.

"Dead girl, shut up! Don't behave so rudely at this holy moment. A masked girl from behind Ling Suo rushed over and slapped Aigul in the face.

Ling Suo shook his head: "Why bother? Sooner or later, it's a death, so why be humiliated before you die? ”

Aiguli's cheeks suddenly bulged with five finger prints, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding. She spit a mouthful of blood foam into Ling Suo's face and sneered: "Hypocritical guy, smiling tiger!" Wait for Brother Lin to come, you look good! ”

The masked girl raised her hand and was about to slap down again, but was blocked by Ling Xiaoyu.

Ling Xiaoyu held his wrists with both hands and said Mu Ran: "Stop fighting!" ”

Ling Suo looked down at him: "So, have you decided?" She must be killed, she already knows our secrets. Besides, one more sacrifice is not a bad thing. ”

Ling Xiaoyu bit his lip and nodded: "Okay, I'll kill." ”

He let go of his hand abruptly, looking down for the cutlass. Ling Suo sent the knife to him: "Let's do it." ”

Ling Xiaoyu's eyes were red, and he had been paralyzed by the smell of blood. He glanced blankly at Aiguli and muttered, "I told you to leave me alone, you see, I'm a broom star, right?" ”

He laughed bitterly and raised his knife at Agul.

Aiguli shook her head: "No, I think you are a good boy, a good boy. You're different from them......"

"Kindness? In this world, good people can't live at all! Xiaoyu, don't talk nonsense with her, do it quickly! Ling Suo urged impatiently.

As long as the last link of this round of sacrifice is completed, it will be guaranteed that Linggu Village will have a prosperous ten years, which will bring him great strength. As for what will be like in ten years, fuck it.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to make trouble, if it wasn't for the fact that the person surnamed Lin looked a little tricky, he wouldn't even want to let go of anyone at all. Aiguli also brought herself unlucky, rushed into his net, what a fool.

Ling Suo touched his chin and inadvertently saw his fingers, his skin was rough and old. He frowned, and suddenly urged: "Xiaoyu, do it quickly!" ”

Ling Xiaoyu took a deep look at Aiguli and said, "Sister Aiguli, I'm sorry ......" Two tears fell, he closed his eyes, raised his hand, clenched the scimitar, and stabbed it hard.

Aiguli was desperate, although her strength was far superior to Xiaoyu, but at this time, she was tied up by five flowers, and there was nowhere to dodge. She also closed her eyes and waited for the final moment of her life to come.

Swish!

Ling Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and stabbed hard, but the scimitar pierced his own abdomen.

"Bastard!" Ling Suowan didn't expect that the boy would actually do this, as soon as he grabbed Ling Xiaoyu's wrist, he folded it fiercely, clicked, and broke his wrist.

Ling Xiaoyu trembled in pain, and the scimitar fell to the ground. The sharp pain of the broken bone made him huddle on the ground with his wound in his arms, and he choked on the cold air in his throat with a cry of pain.

Aguli opened her eyes and looked at the little boy's miserable appearance, and her heart ached.

"You are so hateful, why do you treat your people like this?" She screamed at Ling Suo.

Ling Suo snorted coldly: "Speaking of which, it's not your fault?" If you obey and don't talk so much nonsense, he will cut off his hand? ”

After saying that, he picked up the scimitar again, grabbed Ling Xiaoyu's other hand, and forcibly stuffed the knife into his arms: "Xiaoyu, kill her!" ”

Ling Xiaoyu stubbornly clenched the knife and shook his head at him: "I won't do this, no one should be killed!" ”

"Damn!" Ling Suo didn't expect this kid to be so stubborn, he raised his hand and smashed it down at him with a punch.

"Dare to hurt me Xiaoyu!" There was a loud roar, and suddenly the entire basement was filled with echoes and buzzing, and everyone's ears were about to be pierced by thunderous rage.

Except for Ai Guli, the others changed color and turned even paler when they heard this, especially Ling Suo. Ling Xiaoyu was startled, and then a look of joy appeared, as if the pain of breaking bones disappeared in an instant.

"Night, Uncle Nightmountain?" He was shocked, "Aren't you dead?" ”

Before the words fell, there was a loud bang, and a large hole appeared in the ceiling, and the earth and stones fell and the dust flew.

A fist made of steel appeared at the entrance of the cave.

"Who said I was dead?" The voice said.

Bang!

The fist swept around the hole, and the entire ceiling clicked and shattered. The tall figure of the tiger and the tiger fell from the sky with a swish.

His appearance suddenly made the entire basement even more cramped. Powerful aura, suffocating.

The man was dressed in a simple animal skin coat, with long disheveled hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a beard that covered half of his face. But it can be vaguely seen that he is seven points similar to Ling Xiaoyu.

The man's tiger eyes swept around, his gaze was like a heavy hammer, causing Ling Suo and the others to retreat step by step.

Ling Suo was dumbfounded, unable to believe his eyes: "Night, Uncle Yeshan? ”

"Shut up, you don't deserve to call me uncle!" Ling Yeshan shouted, his eyes fixed on his son, and he bent down to hug him in pain.

Ling Xiaoyu burst into tears, seeing his father's emotional collapse in an instant, he felt that it was all a dream. From the age of seven, he became an orphan, and both his parents died violently overnight.

No one knows how he has been doing in the past five years.

He hooked his father's neck tightly, buried his head in his shoulder socket, and wept without saying a word.

Ling Yeshan stroked his son's hair with his big hand: "Don't be afraid, Dad is here." ”

Call!

Ling Suo burst up, the scimitar in his hand whistled, and slashed at Ling Yeshan's shoulder without warning, it turned out to be killing two birds with one stone, especially Ling Xiaoyu. At this time, he still had a hypocritical smile on his face.

How Ling Yeshan came back from the dead, this answer is no longer important. The important thing is that he knows that Ling Yeshan will definitely not let him go, Xiao Yu is his only precious son.

"Presumptuous!" Ling Yeshan roared, and a punch rushed out, the green tendons on his fist burst out, and the muscle power formed an obvious transparent wave on the peak of his fist.

His strength has already stepped into the realm of star envoys.

All of this was in Ling Shuo's calculations, he put away his knife halfway, and swooped through the armpit of Ling Ye Mountain, aiming for the lamp that was close at hand.

As long as he drank the lamp oil from that lamp, it was entirely possible for him to kill Ling Ye Mountain. That's right, old fellow, you go to die!

The moment Ling Shuo moved, the two girls behind him also jumped up, one left and one right, pounced on Ling Ye Mountain, restraining his energy.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, not to mention that Ling Yeshan still has a child in his arms. He was distracted and was drilled by Ling Suo.

(End of chapter)