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Cotton catkins float in autumn, which is the characteristic of the southeast gate.

The leaves of this tree are red, do not wither in all seasons, and grow like cotton in late autumn, and there is a scene of snow in winter.

Someone wore red hair and black armor, rode a gold-inlaid horse to swagger through the city, followed closely by more than 100 horsemen, and finally a gold-topped carriage. Although there are no two signs of silence and avoidance when the official lord goes out, the pedestrians everywhere this group of people pass are all atmospheric and dare not breathe.

The prosperous place of the southeast gate is drunk and golden, but today whether it is the gambling house or the green building is closed, which makes most of the southeast gate unhappy, this is the strict order of the emperor of the white ghost, because today is a particularly important death day.

The Hundred Horsemen walked along the main road all the way out of the city, and the farther away from the high-rise mansions, the more desolate and miserable the scene became, full of skinny hungry people, who might have spent a lot of money a few months ago, sleeping in the glow-in-the-dark glass of grape wine in the gentle country, but after a few days, they were starving on the ground. Farther afield is the deserted suburbs, where there is a large mass grave, and at the end of the main road, there is a fine cemetery, in which people who have been buried in the southeast gate are buried.

The black-armored figure who leads the hundred horsemen is the right-hand man of the white ghost, named Little Hades, why is it called so, because he has killed thousands of people. It is said that he began to kill people at the age of four, and at that time he ate the first bite of human flesh and sucked the first mouthful of human blood, so the black hair turned red, and at the southeast gate and even the south gate of the east gate, no one knew the murderous name of the little Yama king, compared with the emperor of the north gate who ate demon meat, the strength and limelight were inferior, if you only talk about perversion, eating human flesh is always much more disgusting than eating demon meat.

Approaching the cemetery, hundreds of horses dismounted, and the little Yama rode alone to the largest and most magnificent tomb in the center of the cemetery, in the flying cotton catkins, it can be seen that the tombstone does not even have a name except for the four words "brother of the white ghost".

The little king jumped off his horse, his hair was like blood, the silver sheath hanging from his waist was engraved with the images of all the ghosts of Yin Luo, his face was covered by bloody hair, and when he walked to the tombstone, he reached out and snapped his fingers.

A strong subordinate stepped forward with a food box, and placed a few plates of food in front of the tablet, but only poured half a bowl of wine for two large shallow bowls, and after doing this, he quietly retreated.

Xiao Yan Luo let out a hoarse laugh, and the corners of his black lips could be vaguely seen under the blood, and he said to this tomb: "No life, every time I see your tombstone, I want to laugh, you die and you don't even have the qualifications to leave a name, haha, this is your brotherhood is the same as in previous years, today the entire southeast is fast, but for your brother, what is it to make one less day's money, your brotherhood is worth this, your brother has a lot of pomp today, and specially invited ten popular Oiran from the South Gate Xiangxiao City, It's also called enjoying it for you, it's so fucking shameless."

Xiao Yan Luo didn't know what he thought, he grabbed his scalp with his right hand and laughed wildly, and said: "But you have this fate or thanks to me, I started eating human flesh when I was four years old, and I have eaten so much human flesh, but your meat is the most delicious." ”

Xiao Yan Luo suddenly stopped laughing, and said coldly: "If you want to blame it, blame you for trusting me too much in this innocent city, whoever is righteous and angry will die early, don't you understand that you came back from the land of heaven forsaken, in fact, your brother knows that I killed you and swallowed the Holy Poison Demon Fruit alone, but he won't kill me, because to sit firmly in the emperor of the southeast gate, he needs my strength, but this is really bitter for me, and I have to accompany you to perform this play every year on my death day, haha"

"Do you know why I want to keep your head back, I just want you to see with your own eyes, how I killed your brother with my own hands, this is the only time I am ungrateful, worthy of your death, haha"

In the distance, the hundred horsemen could only hear the hoarse laughter of Xiao Yan Luo like a crow, and the laughter was so crazy. They are used to it, because every year on this day, little Yama is like this.

After a long time, the fierce subordinate saw that Xiao Yan Luo was beckoning, and hurriedly ordered someone to invite the Wan Lilou Oiran out of the carriage.

This Oiran flower is named Water Hibiscus, with a smile, and deserves the description of a shy flower in the closed moon. Such a woman is the lover in the minds of the rangers, just like the Luo Shen described by a certain poet, unattainable, if she can be in the rivers and lakes, it is really a great fortune in life, even if she fights the rivers and lakes and the world as the enemy, she will also splash blood and joy. But the reality is often that they are all extraordinary, willing to become the pets of the brain-full of fat people for the pearls, jade, gold and silver, and make countless romantic but shy heroes sigh.

Shui Hibiscus twisted the waist of the willow and passed through the tiger and wolf who were standing still, although she didn't see the little Yama King turn around, but she greeted her with a smile: "Master, how can you let the slave family come here?"

Xiao Yan Wang Yin replied with a smile: "

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Don't talk nonsense, or I'll kill you. ”

Shui Hibiscus thought that no matter how fierce the man was, he would pity the jade, it seems that this cannibalistic pervert can't be looked at according to common sense, if it weren't for the fact that she was compared to the top card by Showa recently and lost her momentum, Wan Lilou's mother would not have thrown her out.

"Get on your knees." Little Yama finally turned around and tilted his head to look at Shui Hibiscus, who saw the ghost eyes in the bloody hair, and his eyes were also blood-red.

Shui Hibiscus couldn't help but feel a chill on her back, and knelt down in a panic, like a trembling chick in front of a tiger.

Little Yama picked up the knife and patted Shui Hibiscus on the cheek with the scabbard, smirking.

On the main road thirty miles away from the cemetery, someone wore a black shirt, a sword at the back of the waist, put his hands in his pockets, and held a grass stalk in his mouth.

Shui Furong didn't know what it meant to teach her to kneel, but she heard a knife come out of the sheath, and then cut off her neck mercilessly, and blood splattered immediately.

Little Yama plunged the knife into the air, this is a strange knife, the back of the knife is actually a serrated blade, it has a strange name, Yin Cao. The headless corpse of the water hibiscus was still in a kneeling position, and he kicked it away, squatting down with the water hibiscus's head, and filling the previous bowl of wine with the blood it shed.

"I know you can't drink this fine wine, so I won't add it to you." After saying that, the little king threw his head and picked up the bowl of blood wine, gulped it down, then got up, raised his right hand and wiped his lower lip with his index finger, and suddenly raised his head and lowered his arms and laughed wildly, and his bloody hair parted, revealing his face tattooed with the tattoos of the death row prisoners of the Nineteenth Empire.

A black shirt walked into the cemetery in the wind, and hundreds of people cast vigilant glances, and the murderous aura grew heavier in the wind.

No one knows what this ordinary-looking creature is doing here.

Zong Yang walked forward, and the people in it had to retreat as if facing a great enemy, and a hundred people divided into a path, and Zong Yang was surrounded by them.

"Who are you?" asked the little Yama hoarsely.

Zong Yang stopped, but was speechless.

"Are you from the Northeast Gate, you are like this, you should not be a fake mother's broken sleeve pet man, haha." King Xiaoyan killed the subordinates of the Emperor Nangong Weiniang of the East Gate Gate a while ago, and this account has not been settled.

Zong Yang spit out the grass stalks.

Little Yama licked the corners of his mouth with the tip of his tongue and said coldly: "The cemetery is really a good place, kill"

Under his order, a hundred weapons were sacrificed, and these subordinates were all masters of the Spirit Realm, and they were the family funds he had saved for more than ten years.

Hundreds of weapons flew up like a swarm of bees, but Zong Yang did not move, the atmosphere was solemn for a while, but in the next moment, they were unprecedentedly still in the air.

These hundred Spirit Realm masters looked painful and embarrassed, because at this time, their divine consciousness was suffering from the oppression of a powerful divine consciousness, and in the next breath, several people with weak wills collapsed, and the hundred weapons were all powerless to fall, and Zong Yang's body burst out with a hundred sword-shaped sword intent.

Suddenly, a bright blood flower seemed to bloom with Zong Yang as the center of the scene, and hundreds of Spirit Realm masters were killed in a domineering instant in the blink of an eye.

The screams were gone, so that there were only two people left in the whole cemetery, and one of them was bound to die in this good place.

"Look how you die." The little king of Yama smiled and sacrificed the yin cao on the ground, and a thick purple mist appeared on his body. This is his ability after devouring the Holy Poison Demon Fruit, the purple mist is transformed by his vitality, there is a huge poison, if the Ten Directions Dao Monarch is in the purple mist, the Yuan Qi will be infected by this giant poison, become the bone appendage, and eventually he will definitely die, which is also the reason why the white ghost who does not lack the Ten Directions Dao Monarch around him keeps him regardless of the revenge of killing his brother.

Let's ask which Ten Directions Dao Monarch is willing to encounter such an enemy

The purple mist engulfed Zongyang, obscuring the sky and the sun.

Zong Yang still put his hands in his pockets, and he didn't even open the sword and Italian armor.

If you use your vitality, you will die, if you don't use your vitality, how can you bear your full strength and kill Xiao Yanluo has regarded Zong Yang as a fish and meat, and blames Zong Yang for entering the purple mist hastily.

Xiao Yan Luo held Yin Cao and killed Zong Yang in a hidden manner, and in the thick purple mist, Zong Yang could be vaguely seen smiling slightly.

A crimson giant sword cut through the purple mist within a mile radius, and someone's head flew into the air. 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or publisher.