She wanted to run, she really wanted to run. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't control her trembling legs. The demon who oppresses others at will on weekdays can't even escape at this moment.

In the frightened countenance of the fat woman, the young man approached until he came to her side.

"Remember me, huh?"

The young man said in a calm tone.

Compared with two years ago, he has become much calmer, but the hatred has not weakened in the slightest. When the people around heard the young man's words, they thought that the two were friends who had not seen each other for a long time. Only a fat woman facing the young man could feel the endless killing intent hidden under that calm face.

"Yes...... no"

Before the fat woman could finish speaking, she was kicked out by the young man. It didn't stop until it hit a few people.

She propped herself up with one hand, forcing herself to her feet. Subsequently, she made the most correct choice in her life. Whether it is a spirit bag, a magic weapon, or a spell, the fat woman has no intention of using it.

Hearing only a plop, the fat woman was already kneeling in front of the young man, crying loudly.

"I'm sorry, I was too impulsive, I'm sorry, please forgive me! I'm sorry ......"

Perhaps because she was too scared, the fat woman said four or five sorry in succession. Such humble words aroused the sympathy of those around him. It's as if the woman is the good and the young man is the wicked.

"You, people, everyone has already said sorry, what do you want to do? Young people nowadays, don't they even understand this truth?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then looked at the man who spoke. His eyes were full of bewilderment, or even helplessness. An immortal cultivator in the foundation building period would show such a gaze.

But soon, this trace of weakness disappeared, and the young man's eyes became like a ghost, staring at the man deadly, refusing to withdraw his gaze. By the time he came back to his senses, the fat woman had long since disappeared.

This woman has no other strengths, but she has a brush for hiding her breath. Therefore, when she has disappeared from view, it is not so easy to find her again.

The young man wanted the woman to taste the suffering and torture that his family had suffered, so he did not kill her in the first place. Right now, it's being ruined by an unrelated person.

It's really ......

It's infuriating......

Hehe, hehehe, hahahahaha.

If the laughter of the young people in the past still felt normal, then the next few sounds made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Seeing this, the man was also a little frightened, as if he thought that the young man in front of him had a nervous problem, so he hurriedly left. At this point, the onlookers also dispersed one by one, leaving only the young man who had lost his goal......

At the end of this street there is a place that sells roast chicken, and the taste is a must. And here, too, is the residence of men. Today, because he received the bounty, he was naturally very happy, and made an exception to buy a roast chicken, planning to go back to celebrate with his wife and children.

But when he pushed open the door of his yard, a bright red liquid suddenly flowed out, staining the soles of the man's shoes red.

The man's heart trembled, and he unconsciously threw the roast chicken on the ground, and hurriedly crossed the yard and ran towards the house.

But in the next breath, he saw an unforgettable scene in his life. His wife who is not pretty, but has a unique charm. The wise son, and the daughter of the flower, were pierced through the head by a spear and nailed to the wall, and their bodies were still shaking slightly, like clothes hung on a pole to dry after washing.

And next to this "clothes pole", stood the young man who was already in the foundation building period.

When he saw the man break in, he knelt down directly.

"I'm sorry, I was too impulsive about this, I'm really sorry, please forgive me, I'm sorry ......"

As an immortal cultivator, especially an immortal cultivator in the foundation building period, he would kneel like a mortal, which in itself is completely impossible.

But now, it's really happening.

The man gradually recovered from his astonishment, his teeth creaking in thought, as if he had been carried away by hatred.

He picked up the nearest stick and rushed directly towards the young man.

Facing the angry man, the young man shook his head helplessly and said in a rather low tone.

"Eh, you, I've already said I'm sorry, what do you want to do? Now you ......"

Speaking of this, the young man's tone suddenly turned cold.

"Don't you even understand this truth?"

With that, he struck into action, and with the help of the inertia of the man's rushing approach, he pierced his head through the end of the spear without a spear. Sticking to the previous one man and two women.

"You can forgive her for doing such a thing to me, why can't you forgive me for doing the same to you?"

As he spoke, the young man was already walking towards the door. The moment he stepped out of the door frame, he suddenly turned his face sideways. I saw that an irregular crack began to appear in his left eye, as if there was still a purple liquid flowing in it. And if someone is willing to observe carefully, they will definitely find that this seemingly chaotic crack actually forms a Qi character.

"My family is already defenseless, but you can be buried with your family. Compared to your hypocrisy, this is my great love, right?"

"But no matter what I think, I still feel angry......"

As the aura surged, the candle flame that was used for lighting on weekdays was blown away by the sudden wind and fell on the weeds. Soon, it was already a fire, and even dozens of feet away, it could still be seen......

......

Time flies, and nearly a year has passed in Han Tu's cultivation day after day. Not long ago, Han Tu had just celebrated his twenty-first birthday.

It has been four years since I left the fireworks gate. But for immortal cultivators who have never forgotten it, those memories are as if they were yesterday.

One morning, Han Tu woke up from his cultivation state earlier than ever. He opened his eyes, and he had always felt something wrong these days, as if something bad was going to happen.

Han Tu didn't think much about it, and if he had time to think about these mysterious things, it was better to seize the time to improve himself. Reach the peak of Qi cultivation as soon as possible, so that the Tsukidan who is sleeping in his spiritual bag will have its place.