The crimson plasma trickled down the middle of the boy's head and face, and the flickering lights were shocking.

The answer poured out by Ayiguli's voice completely coincided with Jiang Qian's inner guess:

"Shajin!"

Ayiguli said angrily: "It's Shajin! There is also a scar on the top of his head! ”

At this time, Jiang Qian's mind was showing the image of the other party when he fought Sha Jin for the first time: he had an earthy yellow turban tied to his forehead, dressed like a monk, with a strong figure, and his exposed arm muscles were tight, and he was a diligent martial arts practitioner.

Now that I think about it, what the yellow turban covered was a scar that almost died......

Seeing that the young Sha Jin was crumbling, Jiang Qian and Ayiguli finally understood the cause and effect mirror image here. Of course, even if they knew about it, they couldn't interfere.

The juvenile version of Shakin's body softened, and he was easily pushed away and slumped on the side of the road.

At this time, his father had instantly awakened from his grief, and he threw himself at the executioner-like Xiao Mi with a hideous face!

Xiao Mao casually threw away the hoe that cut down the sand gold.

And take out a more handy set of weapons from behind: the scimitar.

This scimitar is not the first time Jiang Qian has seen it, when he fought Sha Jin, he also almost fell into the path of his scimitar maze.

Now it seems that this is the origin of this weapon.

Since the scimitar came to Sha Jin's hand later, it means that Yuan Xi's mother and son are more auspicious...... Jiang Qian's eyes were fixed on the chaotic battle, but he reached out and patted Ayiguli's shoulder, and attached it to her ear to hold up the conflict that would start later.

According to the rules of subjugation, Jiang Qian still needs to defeat Sha Jin one more time before he can complete the subjugation.

But at present, the rhythm of the chaotic war is rising.

The father who was eager to protect the child directly opened his strength to the three states, and with the high-speed movement, the killing move fell on the top of Xiao Hao's head!

Under the critical situation, Xiao Hao's state showed surprising calmness.

He didn't retreat, he didn't retreat, the scimitar split into two and then four with the twist of his fingers, and he flew all three of them out of his hand with great speed! One after the other, they spun and chased the centaur leader from different directions and angles.

The leader in mid-air glared angrily, but a sneer rose into the corner of his mouth, and he sneered at the scimitar that surrounded him.

It can be seen that dodging these throwing knives is not difficult for him.

Therefore, his attention is still completely focused on his target prey, his nephew Xiaomao.

However, in the blink of an eye, Xiao Mao is gone!

In the leader's astonished gaze, the scimitar chasing behind him suddenly shattered, and the young man's palm stretched out from the crack, carrying another scimitar.

The sharp, curved blade refracted the moonlight, revealing a blinding color of blood, and plunged straight into the leader's spine.

With a "bang", the long knife collided with the scimitar, and the sharp weapon cracked!

The leader blocked the fatal blow in the back, but also damaged his own weapon......

He landed and turned around in a defensive stance, and the sharp blade in Xiao Hao's hand was already in front of him.

At that moment, the sword light reflected on the leader's face, illuminating his stunned face and slightly flustered look.

Maybe it was because the strength of the other party completely exceeded his estimate, or maybe it was the imminent stimulation of the weapon, he could no longer maintain his composure as the head of a village, but tried his best to avoid the edge, trying to find another fighter.

But this evasion has stepped into another trap.

The figure in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the familiar scimitar poked out again from the crack on the side of the leader!

The blade slashed into the leader's left ribs, and in an instant, blood splattered, throwing the leader's huge and strange centaur body dozens of meters away.

The heavy body rubbed against the dirt road, and slowly stopped, and before the leader could catch his breath, the short body was close to him again.

Xiao Mao lifted the scimitar expressionlessly......

"Don't move, kid! I'm your uncle! The leader shouted suddenly.

The begging made the attack hesitate for two seconds.

A puzzled look appeared on Xiao Miao's numb face, and she frowned.

However, it was this moment of stagnation that made the leader find an opportunity to backhand, and he tensed his hooves, aiming at the young man's chest and striking violently!

As the crack sounded, the horse's hooves suddenly stopped just a fist away from where Xiao Hao was standing.

Then, the stout legs of the horse fell to the ground with a faint spasm.

A hidden crack appeared above the centaur leader's head, and the boy's scimitar-holding hand reached out of it, slicing the leader's neck.

His still small figure slowly leaned out of it, and then dropped the head he was carrying on the ground.

Jiang Qian and Ayigu Liguan watched this scene silently, and they couldn't help frowning.

The residents and guards of the village who were still alive around them also watched this scene, and fear was spreading in their hearts......

Many people here have not yet recognized Xiaohao's identity, and all they see is this fact:

A half-year-old kid is on a killing spree in the stockade, and he kills many people like a wild beast, killing people without stopping, and killing the leader they hold and trust!

Now it seems that no one can stop the killing.

"Devils, monsters...... Help me!! ”

A mentally broken resident yells and turns and runs in the opposite direction, only to be sliced in the back by a cutlass in the next moment.

He screamed and threw himself down, crawled, and finally swallowed his breath.

Everyone froze.

The threat of death makes people dare not act rashly.

A cold light flashed in Xiao Hao's free palm, and a new scimitar appeared, and then, he looked around, as if looking for something.

The wings of his nose fluttered in the air, sniffing like an animal.

Facing the thatched hut where Moto-hee was being held, he stopped his movements and walked forward.

But at that moment, a hand grabbed his ankle tightly.

Xiao Hao's cold and numb face stiffened again, and when he looked down, he saw that it was the headless leader who had cut off his head.

Jiang Qian, who was hiding in the dark, also stared intently, and he saw that there was a strange luster flowing somewhere in the leader's body, and that position was covered by clothes, and it was difficult to see it for a while.

Until the flowing luster quickly traveled over the skin of the headless leader, along the arm that held Xiao Hao's ankle, all the way to the nerve endings, and touched Xiao Mao's skin through his fingers......

Suddenly, a puff of smoke rose along the skin of the two of them!

Xiao Miao howled miserably, hurriedly broke free from the clamp of the headless leader, and swung his scimitar to fight back again and again, cutting the headless leader's body to pieces in an instant!

Suddenly, the blood mist dispersed, the fishy smell was overwhelming, and everyone was stupid.

"It's disgusting~" Ayiguli muttered in disgust, turned her eyes to look at Jiang Qian, and couldn't help but be stunned.

I saw that Jiang Qian was still staring intently at the scene of the tyranny, taking in all the pieces of meat that had fallen. At this time, his eyes were faintly flashing with an almost greedy light.

It wasn't the shattered bloody image that excites him, but the strange circular imprint on a piece of minced flesh, like the mouth of an open lamprey.

- Ashes!

If the leader is the one of the ashes, is his actions also affected by the ashes? In that case, what exactly would "that person" be...... When Jiang Qian's heart was full of suspicions, Xiao Mao, who got up from his uncle's blood, had already staggered towards the thatched hut where Yuan Xi was.

None of those present tried to stop them, not even flee the scene, and the deep fear of death held them firmly in place.

"Mom...... Mommy ......"

Xiao Hao staggered towards the hut, his ankles were faintly black and swirling, his whole body was like a leaked container, and his strength was losing little by little from the gap.

At this time, there was no one in front of the hut, and the sparks splashing down in the chaos were igniting the hut, and the fire was growing and the house was in danger.

Xiao Miao quickened his pace and crawled towards the hut!

Jiang Qian and Ayiguli's eyes also followed his short figure, and it could be seen that killing was not his intention, and he was fully focused on his mother.

"Mom-"

As the hut collapsed in the firelight, the dwarfed figure suddenly fell in front of the hut door, his expression painful and hideous.

In the next second, Xiao Miao was stunned.

The dark door swayed, and a familiar figure appeared in his sight.

That person was none other than the frail Yuanxi.

She looked around, her expression blank, and she was silent for a long time.

Until Xiao Miao struggled to get up from the ground, hugged her body, hugged her shoulders, and called out her title over and over again!

Mom.

This title brought some consciousness back to the devastated mother.

She finally pulled her eyes away from the grim images, from the faces of people with fear, grief, and even resentment, and struggled to focus on her own son.

Xiao Miao tilted his face, his attention was completely focused on his mother's face, although Jiang Qian couldn't see his expression, he could guess the excitement of his wish at the moment.

Yuan Xi stretched out his hand and stroked his son's bloodstained face, his eyes filled with mixed emotions:

"I'm sorry...... Mom, I'm sorry for you......"

But her child doesn't seem to be good at expressing herself, just hugging and looking at her mother, as if she can let down all her guard as long as she is by her mother's side.

So much so that when the dagger was inserted from behind, he was only stunned, still staring at his mother, his mouth slightly open, as if he subconsciously wanted to express his doubts......

Two lines of tears slid down Yuan Xi's face and smeared on his blood-stained clothes.

At this point, she could no longer restrain her breakdown, and the arm against her son's back was once again forced, and the dagger pierced through her chest and into her body at the same time.

……