A wound appeared on Sang Sang's forehead, and the blood slowly flowed down, I don't know if it was because her little face was too pale, the blood was not pure red, it looked a little black.

She looked at the little boy with a somewhat confused expression, wondering why he was throwing a stone at herself, and when she figured it out, her expression became more and more gloomy, and she was a little sad, but she didn't say anything.

Lu Chenjia clearly saw this scene, and for some reason, a trace of pity flashed in her heart. Qu Nimadi sneered, not hiding the pleasure in her laughter.

Sang Sang was in pain and sad, but she didn't say anything, just quietly lay on Ning Que's shoulder, because she didn't want him to be affected by this matter, and she knew that he was not having a good time now.

But she was hit by a stone, how could Ning Que not know, he looked sideways at the little boy, held the scabbard with his left hand, and began to slowly pull the Pu knife out of the sheath.

Qu Ni Ma Di sneered, and said gloomily: "Ning Que, you are really cold-blooded!"

Lu Chenjia's expression changed slightly, and he pleaded for the little boy: "He's just a child......"

Ning Que didn't seem to hear their words at all, and Pu Dao had already half of his scabbard drawn out. He looked at the little boy, and there was no expression on his bloodied face, and he was even more terrified.

The little boy let out a whoop and cried again.

In the crowd, Master Qimei looked at Ning Que, slightly remorseful, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Thirteen, the siege of Baita Temple today is all the fault of my Buddhism, I will bear it with all my might, and I ask your subordinates to be merciful." ”

At this time, the little boy was beside Ning Que, as long as Ning Que drew a knife, he would definitely die. Although Qimei is a senior monk of the Hanging Temple, his means are strong, but there is no way to stop this qiē.

Ning Que was forced into a desperate situation today, fleeing and rushing here, killing countless people, covered in blood, and his state of mind had already been numb and cold to the extreme. Don't say it's these people in the field, even if it's the master or the senior brother, I'm afraid that they can't stop him from beheading this little boy under the knife.

The whole world. In this case, there is only one person who can stop him.

Sangsang leaned on his shoulder. Shaking his head, he said tiredly, "Don't." ”

Ning Que's hand holding the handle stiffened slightly.

Many years ago, they worked together to kill their grandfather in the depths of Minshan Mountain, and before leaving the hunting house, he let go of the two little rock sheep that were extremely precious food for them at that time at the request of Sangsang, who was still a little girl.

The story of that year seems to be repeated today.

Ning Que put the knife back into the sheath and used the tip of the sheath to pick up the little boy who was still crying in horror to the back of the crowd.

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There were many corpses lying on the shores of the lake, and many seriously injured people were moaning and howling in pools of blood.

Ning Que looked at the temple wall in the distance. I found that I had killed so many people, and I had only walked a distance of more than ten zhang, and if I wanted to leave, there was still a long way to go, so how many people would I have to kill.

He suddenly felt a little tired. Keep your head down.

Sang Sang grabbed the cuffs with his fingers and gently wiped the blood off his face with the sleeves of his coat.

Ning Que raised his head, untied the rope tied to his arm, and then continued to walk forward.

Qu Ni Ma Di and Lu Chenjia, I don't know why he let himself go and stayed in place.

Very strange thing. That's when it happened.

Ning Que walked forward, and the people who stopped in front of him gradually separated, and became very quiet, the silence spread faster than fear, and the noisy shouting and scolding behind the crowd gradually stopped.

Even those Buddhist monks fell silent, and did not continue to proclaim the Buddha's name and chant the Buddhist scriptures.

The violent crowd in the White Pagoda Temple gradually calmed down.

No one can understand what is the reason for the current quiet, Ning Que can't understand it, Master Qimei can't understand it, Qu Ni Madi can't understand it, and if Haotian is looking down on the world, he probably can't understand it.

Because of fear, so angry, Ning Que was tired at this time, and people's fear seemed to be decreasing, so they were no longer as angry as before?Or had he killed enough people that the crowd was shocked because of this?

Or is it because he has been killing people, so people are going to kill him, and at this point he is no longer killing, so people are not willing to risk their lives to rush forward and kill him?

Ning Que walked past the pool of blood and looked at the faces of the dead and wounded with his peripheral vision, and then he raised his head and looked at the faces of countless people in the crowd.

Those faces are very ordinary, and if you throw them into the streets and alleys of Chaoyang City, you will never be able to find them, but these faces have their own joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and they all have their own stories, and many people's stories end today.

The crowd parted in front of him, like the sea parting a passageway.

Ning Que walked through the crowd wearily with Sang Sang on his back, blood dripping down his hair continuously, the blood from earlier had solidified, making his hair stick to one place, looking very wolf.

Looking at him and the daughter of the Hades on his back, the expressions on people's faces were very complicated, most of their faces were full of fear, half of them had joy mixed with happiness, and a few people still had anger on their faces, but no matter what the difference was, the eyes they looked at Ning Que were the same.

That's looking at a strange look. In the eyes of people, Ning Que, who was covered in blood, was a devil, a guard of the underworld, and a ruthless beast, but all in all, this person was not a human.

There was a dead silence in the White Pagoda Temple, only Ning Que's footsteps could be heard, countless people looked at him silently, still holding shovels and bricks in their hands, their eyes were full of hatred and anger, and the body leaning back slightly exposed the extreme fear in their hearts, all of which fused together to become absolute indifference.

The crowd is gradually dividing like a sea, and the passage is not to welcome, but to send you away thousands of miles away, like a flock of sheep in the wasteland, sending away a sheep that has learned to eat sheep and eventually becomes a vicious wolf.

This is probably the feeling of being abandoned by the whole world - Ning Que wiped his bloody hand on his clothes, then stretched it out on his shoulder and gently patted Sang Sang's little face.

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That powerful aura was near.

Ning Que quickened his pace, according to Sang Sang's previous calculations, it was still too late, as long as the crowd in front of him no longer continued to attack him, and the Seven Masters obviously had no intention of making a move.

Qu Ni Ma Di looked at the figure that was getting farther and farther in front of her, her body suddenly trembled violently, and the resentful look on her face became heavier and heavier, and even looked a little crazy.

She is different from the Seven Masters and the people in the field, she never cares if Sang Sang is the daughter of the Hades King, she just wants Ning Que to die and avenge her man and son.

The talisman that Ning Que slapped on her body in the nunnery had gradually dissipated, and the mental power and cultivation returned to her body, she let out a loud shout, her body suddenly swept forward, and she slapped at Sang Sang behind Ning Que with one palm!

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I'm really tired...... The number of chapters in the last chapter is wrong, and the third chapter is written before one and a half o'clock (your support is my biggest motivation.) )