A gathering place for displaced people.

A cauldron was bubbling hot, and the enticing aroma spread, making the eyes of the homeless people on the side glow green.

These homeless people guarding the pot are basically men, although they are not physically strong, but their faces are a little bloody, and their eyes are relatively bright, which is not at all the same as those dying homeless people.

However, although these men were salivating at the moment, they did not dare to move, but looked at a person with a frightened gaze from time to time.

This is a man with a scar on his face and a cold look in his eyes.

There was also a short knife hanging from his waist, and although it was rusty, the sharp blade still told people that it was a murder weapon.

At this moment, the scar man is holding a bag of dry food and devouring it.

Because he ate too quickly, some scraps fell from the corners of his mouth from time to time.

Many of the homeless people were about to fire in their eyes when they saw this.

You know, many of them haven't eaten serious food for a long, long time.

Tree bark, grass roots, and even algae in puddles of water will not let go of anything that can be eaten.

So when they saw this scarred man eating bread openly, and even deliberately wasting it, their mood can be imagined.

But Scar Man didn't care about any of this, and after eating another piece of bread, he sighed contentedly, stood up, shook the residue from his body, and then came to the stove.

Here lies a man.

A scrawny woman.

It's just that at this moment, the woman's face is beyond recognition, and her body is covered with scars.

But even so, the woman still did not lose her breath, but looked at the sky with a pair of godless eyes.

Seeing this scene, the scar man laughed evilly, raised his leg and kicked the woman.

"Damn, it's quite good, I'm still angry after all this virtue, and I don't know what you're waiting for. I don't think I want to taste what the broth tastes like, hahahaha! ”

At the end, Scar Man couldn't help but laugh, and seemed to be happy with his sense of humor.

The woman didn't speak, in fact, she couldn't open her mouth at all now.

Only a tear slowly seeped out of the corner of his eye, sliding silently.

At this time, the scar man became more and more crazy, reached out and picked up the horse spoon in the pot and scooped a spoonful of hot soup.

"Come, don't you want to eat, then I'll feed you a taste."

As he spoke, he took the spoon and was about to pour the hot soup into the woman's mouth.

At that moment, an arrow slashed across and landed on his arm.

The spoon fell to the ground, and the soup spilled all over the ground.

The scar man clutched his arms and roared in pain.

"Who?"

"The one who wants your life!"

With an extremely cold voice, a figure appeared in front of everyone.

The scarred man's pupils contracted instantly, as he felt the boiling blood on the man's body.

"Quick, rush up and kill him!"

Scar Man immediately roared, directing his men to rush forward, while he himself turned and ran.

But how could Zhao Ya let him go.

He raised his sword and slashed it, and everywhere he passed, they were reaped like ears of wheat under a sickle.

Without the slightest hindrance, he rushed to the scarred man's approach, and then slashed diagonally.

The scar man, who was running with all his might, suddenly felt his legs light, and then the whole person fell to the ground uncontrollably.

When I looked back again, I saw that my two legs were standing right in front of me.

Scar Man realized that his two legs had been cut off, and he couldn't help but scream again.

"Ahhhh

Still, his only remaining hand quietly grasped the short knife at his waist, intending to strike when the man in black approached.

But soon his plan fell through.

How could he hide this trick from Zhao Ya, Zhao Ya kicked him in the arm, and the short knife fell to the ground.

Then Zhao Ya reached out and grabbed his arm and twisted it violently.

With a crackling sound, the arm of the scar man was twisted off by Zhao Yasheng.

The man with the scar almost fainted from the pain.

But the anger in Zhao Ya's heart still hasn't been vented.

He had seen the scene just now, especially the tragic situation of the woman, which shocked Zhao Yadu.

Therefore, for this initiator, Zhao Ya naturally will not be the slightest polite.

"Was the dough just delicious?" Zhao Ya asked coldly.

Only then did the scar man understand why this sudden killing god came here, and his heart couldn't help but be full of remorse.

If he had known that this would be the outcome, he would never have touched the woman.

But it's already here, and it's too late to say anything.

The scar man was also aroused to be ferocious, grinning.

"It's delicious, it's delicious, but it's a pity that no matter how delicious it is, it's not as good as meat!"

After that, the scar man looked at Zhao Ya with provocative eyes, hoping to provoke this person and make him kill him quickly.

Sure enough, the scar man noticed the anger that flashed in the eyes of the man in black in front of him.

But this anger was quickly hidden, and then Zhao Ya laughed.

"Looks like you like meat!"

"That's right, I'm especially fond of meat, and I've eaten no less than twenty or thirty of them during this time, and the taste is ...... Tsk, it's even more fragrant than mutton. ”

Zhao Ya nodded, "Since that's the case, then I'll let you eat enough!" ”

Saying that, Zhao Ya picked up the cauldron on the stove and came to the scar man.

"You...... What do you want to do? ”

"What? Don't you want to eat meat? I'll feed it to you now!" ”

As he spoke, Zhao Ya began to pour hot soup on the scar man's body.

The scar man roared in pain, first cursing Zhao Ya loudly at first, and then turning into a small pleading, but soon he was speechless, and could only moan unconsciously.

When it is finished, look at the scar man's death and can't die anymore.

Zhao Ya threw away the pot in his hand and turned around and came to the woman's side.

At this time, the woman was still breathing faintly, especially when she saw Zhao Ya's figure, her eyes seemed to be brighter.

Zhao Ya was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "The person who killed your child is dead. ”

The woman suddenly became excited, a ho-ho sound came out of her throat, and tears kept flowing.

Zhao Ya understood what the woman meant, she wanted to be free.

So Zhao Ya nodded.

"Close your eyes!"

The woman closed her eyes as she said, and Zhao Ya stabbed her throat.

The woman stiffened, then slowly relaxed, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, as if she was smiling.

Zhao Ya drew his sword and turned to look at the rest of the homeless.

As far as the eye could see, no one dared to look up.

The tragic death of the scarred man just now has completely frightened these people.

Zhao Ya thought that he was angry and would wipe out all the people present, but looking at these scrawny people with injuries all over his body, Zhao Ya suddenly felt meaningless.