Killing people is not enough.

Han Lin's behavior is simply wolf-hearted and unconscionable!

But so what?

There are thousands of ways to die in the world, and they all end up dying anyway, so what is the difference between lowly and noble.

"Hahaha. ”

He let out an insolent and hearty laugh, and the corners of his mouth were evil.

The tombstone that Wang Xuan'er had worked so hard to erect was shattered. Fragments of the ground, scattered in all directions. Han Lin didn't leave his hand at all, and some parts of the tombstone were directly beaten to the point that there was no scum left. Even if you pick it up again, you can't even piece together the three complete words "Fenghailin".

Han Lin laughed, his spiritual power was majestic, and he suddenly exploded, reaching out and sucking the tumbling Feng Hailin's head from the dirt.

If necessary, he can use this head to blackmail this woman.

It can also be regarded as waste reuse.

At the same time, he also released the head of the little junior sister.

At this moment, he carried two heads in his hands. One had been dead for a long time with dirt on his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and a face was covered with blood, and he had just died. They all had wide open pupils and horrified faces.

Han Lin wrapped their long hair in his hand. The two men were face to face. Swaying and whirling in the wind.

He shook at Wang Xuan'er and teased: "Today, I have to admit that I really can't kill you." Count your fortune great. Then I can only take these two heads first and go back to recover my life. If it is dedicated to Young Master Li, he must also like it very much. Hmph!"

Wang Xuan'er's face turned pale and she screamed: "Don't! Please...... Don't ......"

Han Lin was sinister and cunning, and said shyly: "Things gather by like, and people are divided by groups." Young Master Li killed your man, and I, as the young master's loyal dogleg, helped his body reunite and gave him another beauty. I'm doing a good deed...... You're a strange person, and you're shouting don't want it. It's so ignorant. ”

"By the way, you must not chase me. If you make another move, don't blame me for being ruthless, crushing these two heads into ashes and mixing them together on the spot. ”

After speaking, he turned around and flew away.

Without saying a word, he turned into a green rainbow, and fled in embarrassment!

"Don't! really...... Don't ......" watched Han Lin run away. Wang Xuan'er was paralyzed on the ground weakly.

It's not that she doesn't want to chase. Now she has a chaotic spiritual power in her body, and she can't mobilize other magic weapons at all except for the Kunpi whip. Not to mention the high-grade flying magic weapon in his hand, which requires a lot of spiritual power.

But it's not that it can't be chased.

But Han Lin's last few words made her feel in a trance, suffering from gains and losses, and her liver and gallbladder were split. In the face of such a shameless and despicable villain, she believes that once she catches up, the other party will definitely do as she says.

The defensive magic weapon was destroyed, the little sister was killed, her lover's bones were gone, and she was haggard. His body exuded a sad mood like ashes.

"No wonder the ancestors didn't let Senior Sister Sun participate in the Blood Trial. Hehehe. Maybe it's just that kind of pride of the sky...... Are people like us worthy?"

For some reason, Wang Xuan'er unexpectedly thought of the woman who was smiling like a flower, and thought of her miserable life, and couldn't help crying.

She only knew that the bloody trial was cruel, but she didn't expect it to be so miserable.

She lay on the spot, her face pale, lost her soul, huddled into a ball, not like a person, but like a ghost.

No one knew what Maple meant to her.

She pulled out a Mithril hammer from her bosom, and that was pretty much the whole point of her life. On the outside, it looks shoddy and shoddy, just an ordinary low-grade magic weapon, but it is a love that she can reach day and night.

There is her soul, her kiss, her heart.

She stubbornly felt that all that she had experienced today was her own dream.

But the tears dripped on the back of her hand and turned into a puddle, fully telling her that all this was true.

"Senior brother is dead......

She was in a daze, her mind was shaken, and she seemed to see the stupid figure again in a half-dream.

At that time, she was just a mortal, caught by robbers who had fallen into the grass and locked in an iron cage.

She watched as people close to her were thrown into a cauldron one by one, scalded and cooked.

She remembered distinctly that there was a strong man among them, with a nail rake in his hand, which was covered with bloody scabs. If anyone tries to climb out of the cauldron, he will be a nail rake in front of him, and he will pop the man's head. With a hard push, he grabbed the corpse in again.

The thieves next to him were still gathered together, smiling and discussing.

"The boss told us to cook so many living people for him to practice. I'm just going to be exhausted. All the people in the nearby villages were killed. Looks like it's going to change places. ”

"Big brother, can this bloody Shura Gong really make people become immortals?"

"Nonsense. The boss's ability, haven't you seen it? The second-rate master of the rivers and lakes was directly killed by a finger. If you are still a soldier, you can't eat enough. Boy, follow the boss, there will be blessings for us big guys to enjoy in the future!"

"See, Brother Qiao, who is holding a nail rake, has already begun to cultivate. That skill, tsk tsk......"

The vendetta they talked about in the rivers and lakes and the way of becoming an immortal are too far away from Wang Xuan'er.

Now she only knows that she is about to die. Maybe it's just because of my status as a woman. And a little longer.

She was trembling and in a trance. The cold night wind made her shiver.

She was thinly dressed and disheveled. She didn't want to die. She slapped the iron cage unwillingly, prayed to the heavens, cried and shouted, hoping that a hero would save her.

The sound didn't travel far in the fog before it dissipated.

The thieves didn't ask, laughed, and let her shout.

"This little girl is quite loud, scream, you can call...... If you cut your throat, no one will come to your rescue!"

"It's useless to come. Who doesn't know, our boss is an immortal. It's useless to come a hero, a hundred!"

"Hee-hee, when the boss comes back and finishes eating, it's our turn. It's been a long time since I've seen such a little girl with such fine skin and tender meat. ”

The big iron pot burning with firewood, bubbling with boiling blood, filled with an endless gray mist, mixed with the screams of the living, and the unbridled laughter of the bad guys.

This is the terrifying nightmare that Wang Xuan'er experienced.

The demon always uses this image to torment her, trying to break her will.

Black ash lingered from the void, wrapping around her gray-white clothes, winding up and down.

Wan Weifa's eyes were wide open, the body protection exercises were running non-stop, and the spiritual power was rioting, trying to resist the erosion of the demons in her heart.

For the first time, the demons were so close to success......

But Wang Xuan'er didn't care at all.

Because she knows.

It can't succeed.

Every time, when she was tortured to the point of despair.

A ray of light always comes as expected. It is like a sharp sword that cuts through all darkness.

The demons and monsters all screamed and retreated.

The demons have never succeeded!

She knew that as long as he was there, the demons would never succeed.

A hammer with silver lightning whistling and galloping. Radiating a dazzling light, it slammed into the heads of those bad guys.

Boom.

Knock knock!

One at a time.

It's the same as the dead daddy who usually beats the wood.

Her eyes widened.

The man in the cloak, touching his big head, came out of the fog amid the wails of the thieves.

She swore she had never seen such a good-looking man.

The purple mink fur cloak, unexpectedly emitted bursts of golden light, illuminating the mist.

She will never forget.

At that time, she thought, she must have laughed childishly.