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There was a harsh red liquid on the uneven stone pavement, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood, and everywhere was lifeless, not only was there no human figure, not even a corpse.

In an open meadow south of the town, there was a dense crowd of people, a group of people with black age, led by a tall man, dressed in a dark blue brocade robe, with a high crown of hair, who stood with his hands in his hands, his face was cold, his eyes were cold, and he was noble.

In stark contrast, a man in a gray cloth robe, his hands hanging down the outside of his legs, his long hair tied by a headband, the heavenly court is full, the bridge of his nose is straight, his lips are slightly pursed, and his gentle eyes reveal a touch of sadness and unbearability.

However, don't be deceived by his eyes, everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that this seemingly kind man in gray in front of him has committed countless crimes, and each crime is enough to make him fall into hell.

His name is Lian Qing, the devil who will be punished when people in the rivers and lakes see it.

"Lian Che, this is the last time I'll help you." Lian Qing said to the man in blue.

The man in blue, that is, Lian Che in the mouth of the man in gray, glanced at the man in gray coldly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sarcastic smile, only to hear him sneer: "What? Want to live the life of an ordinary person again? “

"Over the years, I have already repaid the debt to you, and after today, I hope you don't look for me again." Lian Qing turned a deaf ear to Lian Che's words, and his face was indifferent.

When Lian Che heard this, his face changed abruptly, and he was so gloomy that it made people feel chills in his heart.

Lian Che stared at Lian Qing intently, his eyes became bloodthirsty, and his tone was fierce: "Please?!" I'm telling you, you never pay me back! If it weren't for you, how could the mother be burned alive?! If it weren't for you, how could the painting have died?! You are a monster, stained with the blood of countless people, and you still expect to live the life of an ordinary person, you are too naïve! ”

Lian Qing closed his eyes deeply, his face was a little pale, his body was trembling slightly, and every word and sentence that Lian Che said was like a knife cutting one after another on his heart, and the pain was numb.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, Lian Qing slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of exhaustion, everything was not what he wanted, but he couldn't help himself.

"I won't help you anymore no matter what." Even Qingdao.

Lian Qing's tone was very light and light, and even seemed a little weak, but every word was so unswerving.

Lian Che turned a deaf ear to this, his eyes stared at the distance tightly, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a triumphant smile, only to see him take a pure black mask from his hands and put it on his face, and sneered: "It's finally here." ”

Hearing this, Lian Qing followed Lian Che's gaze, and sure enough, he saw a group of people dressed in white who came in the air, wearing masks printed with flowing cloud patterns on their faces, and the masks covered the upper half of their faces. The white clothes he wore were as light as clouds, his clothes were flying, and his black hair was flying.

The calm posture descending from the sky is really like a god descending on the earth.

At the head of the group was a man who was also dressed in white, with intricate patterns embroidered on his white robe, and his black hair tied with a white jade crown.

The eyes are cold, and he caters to his noble temperament, looking like a god who does not eat fireworks.

In addition, there was a woman standing next to the man in white, a woman who was as cold as a thousand years of ice.

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