Black mist.

Yan Hao stood below like an ant, looking up at the mysterious statue above his head.

The silky streamer disappeared into his eyebrows like droplets, instilling the meaning of the sword servant in his mind.

After a few breaths, Yan Hao opened his closed eyes.

He had already made up his mind.

Slowly stretched out his right hand, and ten sword orders appeared one after another, quietly waiting for the other party to choose.

Each Sword Commander's Order can maximize the magnification of a person's heart and grant corresponding power.

Yan Hao's right hand slashed through the ten sword orders one by one, and finally stopped in front of a token glowing with black and gold light, and then grabbed it in his hand without hesitation.

His body was cleansed by a strange energy, and the world in front of him was shattered.

Yan Hao returned to the real world.

He found that his arm was being clenched tightly by Lu Ping'an.

And Lin Jiajun and Lin Xiujuan stood in the distance with frightened faces, as if they were hiding from some flood beast.

Lin Jiajun was even more frightened and stammered: "You...... What the hell are you?"

At that moment just now, a faint glimmer suddenly flashed in the other party's body, and at the same time, there were several wisps of black mist swirling in it, exuding his indescribable aura.

It was as if in the next moment there was a sword that would fall from the sky to punish them.

Whether it is him, who has never believed in ghosts and gods, or Lin Xiujuan, who is decisive and spicy, he can't help but take the initiative to avoid backwards.

Faced with Lin Jiajun's stumbling inquiry, Yan Hao just glanced at the other party lightly.

He turned his attention to the peace of the road attached to him.

Different from before, the road in his eyes at the moment was safe, and his whole body exuded a pure and bright breath feeling.

Faintly, Yan Hao could still hear a few whispers from the bottom of Lu Ping'an's heart.

The murmur was small and varied, all seeking refuge.

Yan Hao gently touched the other party's head: "Shao Si is dead, I will protect you." ”

Lu Ping'an's expression was a little uncertain.

But he could feel that Brother Yan Hao at this moment had obviously undergone some fundamental changes.

Lu Ping'an could inexplicably feel a warm and stable sense of reliability from the other party, as if there was a magic version, which made him unconsciously 100% convinced.

Yan Hao got up slowly, protected Lu Ping'an behind him, and then looked at Lin Xiujuan and Lin Jiajun in the distance.

Lin Jiajun was stared at a little inexplicably.

"What for?" he roared, his steps quietly moving backwards, as if trying to flee quickly.

Yan Hao did not respond.

His eyes just flashed with a divine light, and immediately after, a three-zhang golden light shadow immediately rose behind him.

The details of the light and shadow are not full, and can only be seen as the outline of a human figure.

Light and Shadow held a sword in one hand, and the other hand was held across his chest in a posture of embrace, as if defending and guarding.

Lin Jiajun and Lin Xiujuan were dumbfounded.

This situation is beyond their understanding.

Standing behind Yan Hao, Lu Ping'an, the vision of his two eyes was also occupied by the golden light emitted from the sky.

The sense of trust and dependence he had felt before grew stronger.

"Young Master?" Lu Ping'an blessed his heart, and whispered the name of the god of light and shadow.

Yan Hao felt a faint wish from the villain behind him, and the golden light and shadow behind him also became imperceptibly rich.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but soon his eyes became sharp again.

Yan Hao looked at the two Lin family with a cold expression: "The order of the sword servant, good and evil are self-determined!"

The next moment, in the frightened eyes of Lin Jiajun and Lin Xiujuan, a mark in the shape of a small sword appeared on Yan Hao's eyebrows.

The small sword is black-gold in color.

As the terrifying power spread, the small sword conjured directly from the center of its eyebrows, and quickly rose to the wind, becoming more than three feet in less than a breath.

Lin Jiajun felt an uncontrollable panic in his heart.

Like a mouse seeing a cat, like a deer seeing a tiger, he seems to have been stripped of his protective layer, and he is defenseless in front of the heaven and earth at the top of the food chain, almost without the power to resist.

"Don't, don't come, don't come!" Lin Jiajun shouted almost instinctively, and his body had already made a reflex movement at the first time, intending to run away from the door.

However, that three-foot black-gold lightsaber, how could ordinary people avoid it?

"Whoa—"

With the sound of breaking wind, the black-gold lightsaber sank straight into Lin Jiajun's body, and then broke away from his body at the speed of light, returned to Yan Hao's side, and quietly suspended at his side.

Lin Jiajun was bizarrely untraumatized.

But he sensed that something was wrong with his state, and all the mistakes and even crimes related to children that he had committed in the past were replaying in his mind like a movie.

Eight years ago, he chose to defect to Lin Xiujuan, and began to pretend to be red-faced as required, beating and scolding the children in the orphanage at every turn.

It was his first offense.

Bruises began to appear on the surface of Lin Jiajun's body.

Six years ago, he got involved in Lin Xiujuan's business for the first time, and personally led a team to send several children into the hands of Ma Ye, and so far there is no bright future in the eyes of these children.

This was the first original sin he committed.

Lin Jiajun's eyes began to flow with blood and tears.

Four years ago, a girl found out about the orphanage's pickles, and one night quietly escaped and planned to make it public, he tracked down the girl overnight to recover the girl, and in the process of tracking, the girl was hit by a truck and paralyzed, and finally died due to ineffective rescue.

It was his first great sin.

Lin Jiajun's hands and feet began to make a tooth-aching "crunch" sound......

As the memories flashed, Lin Jiajun's wail became more and more poignant, and in the end, his whole body was paralyzed on the ground like mush, his mouth kept muttering, and he could vaguely hear one or two sentences such as "Shao Si Ming" and "I was wrong".

He seemed to be repenting, begging for mercy, or both.

The sight was terrifying.

Yan Hao blocked Lu Ping'an's eyes and covered Lu Ping'an's ears, but he always looked calm.

The black-gold sword squire's order gives him the power to adjudicate.

All punishments have a fixed number, and they are all the embodiment of the young commander's just will.

He moved his gaze to Lin Xiujuan, who was already frightened.

Lin Xiujuan trembled, and when she saw Yan Hao's gaze, she immediately ran out without saying a word.