However, he waited for a while, and his expectant voice begging for mercy still did not sound.

Although the sound of dragging was still obvious, he still did not wait for the cry and begging for mercy he wanted.

The corners of his mouth gradually sank, and the whole person was gloomy, like a demon who had just climbed up from hell.

Why not beg for mercy?

Why don't you cry bitterly?

The nameless karmic fire in his heart was burning, frying his heart.

Refusing to bow down to him and beg for mercy is a great insult to him.

He will not tolerate it!

"Fuck off, little bastard!"

He suddenly pushed the stables away, snatched the reins, and whipped the horse's buttocks so hard that the carriage would run faster.

It must be that the damn stables are driving too slowly!

How can you drag this little madman to death if you don't hurry up!

The speed of the carriage suddenly increased, and the wheels of the carriage turned faster and faster, and when it ran over the uneven ground, it almost turned off the ground, and the whole body of the carriage creaked, as if it could not withstand such violent speed. Fortunately, it is not daytime, and if it were in the daytime, it would definitely destroy an entire street, hurt countless people, and cause a catastrophe.

The unsuspecting stableman was pushed off the carriage by a sudden push, and rolled a few times on the ground, his forehead slammed on the hard ground, and the warm liquid blurred his vision.

The long street in front of you and the world in front of you seem to be dyed blood red.

This is a bloody world full of evil and murder.

He was lying on the ground, and the carriage whizzed past him.

Suddenly, he threw himself on the side of the street and stared at the carriage that was getting farther and farther away, his face turned pale and his lips trembled, and a ghostly sense of fear instantly choked his heart.

What is this......

The carriage was still speeding forward, but behind it was an empty sack, which rubbed against the ground with a strange noise......

The little girl, who was supposed to be dragged to death, didn't know when she broke free from the rope, quietly climbed onto the roof of the carriage, and stood on the carriage hood above the man's head against the night wind, looking coldly at the man who was in a frenzy and kept whipping the horse's buttocks in order to go faster......

Could it be that she was already standing there looking at him like this when he was in the car?

The atmosphere suddenly became terrifying.

He hurriedly covered the wound on his forehead and hurried after him.

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"Ha, damn little madman, I'm going to drag you into a mess! The bones are hard, right? I don't want to beg for mercy, do I? Then you will forever rot at the feet of Lao Tzu, and thousands of people will trample on them!

Weaving Dream stood on the roof of the car and looked at the man with a dark expression, and when he saw his excited and crazy look, he sneered for no reason.

A cold chuckle suddenly sounded in the night, which was so abrupt and terrifying that it almost scared the man away.

Obviously, he didn't know how to drive at all, so he just grabbed the reins in a moment's heat, and the sudden strange laughter made him anxious, regardless of pulling the reins, he just wanted to stop quickly and see where the laughter came from.

However, the speed of the carriage was real

Too fast, the galloping horse was suddenly dragged so hard that it couldn't contain its strength, and the whole body flipped directly to the side, and rushed diagonally into a small alley, but unexpectedly, it was a dead end.

The carriage slammed directly into the back wall, and fell apart with a bang, and the wheels of the carriage were still spinning on the side, and the neck of the horse pulling the carriage was instantly broken, and it crashed into a puddle of mud, spraying blood.

Weaving Dream jumped off the roof of the carriage long before it hit the wall, and watched the carriage crash into it with a cold eye, and the heavy smell of blood permeated.

Dead?

She raised the corners of her mouth silently, and turned to leave, when there was a slight noise in the ruins of wood and sticky blood.

Weaving Dream's pupils narrowed suddenly, and he turned his head in disbelief to see a pair of bloody hands picking up a piece of broken wood and reaching out tremblingly from the ruins.

The man, who was expected to be killed, actually grabbed the wood and tried to climb out, screaming angrily.

"Damn! It's killing me! Damn the dog minion! Why don't you hurry up and save me!

When he crashed into the alley, his brain suddenly stirred, and he quickly fell into the carriage, and hid in the rear of the carriage, and the horse in front of him bore the brunt of the deadliest injury, although the whole carriage was still smashed, his flash of inspiration actually saved his life.

The man struggled to crawl out of the rubble, his ornate robe torn a lot, and he patted his injured body and muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Where did the cheap slave die! Damn, thanks to Lao Tzu's great fortune and the blessing of the gods, he won't die like this!"

Looking at the mess covered with blood in front of him, he actually held his stomach and laughed.

"That damn girl is really rotten into a pulp!Hahaha, she died well! I don't know what to do! I am so happy!

Standing behind him, Weaving Dream's face became whiter and paler, and the black mist in his pupils began to fill again.

Not dead?

So you didn't die?

Could it really be that a god is protecting him?

But if there really is a god, why not not bless the innocent child and let him be dragged to death, but bless this evil ghost who tramples on human life in a frenzy?

Is it because the sky has no eyes, or is it full of gods and Buddhas who don't ask about the world, and they can't see such a big evil deed?

The Buddha said: "Among all the remaining sins, killing karma is the heaviest, and among all merits, do not kill the first." ”

She used to read hundreds of Buddhist scriptures in her spare time in the Phantom Flower Palace, and she was convinced of the truth that good and evil are rewarded, and believed that planting good causes would get good results, and planting evil causes would get evil results, and I believed that the wicked people in this world who did evil and disregarded people's lives would definitely be punished!

But now she doesn't believe it.

Even if that man really planted evil consequences because of the life of an innocent child on his hands, he fell into hell after death, and he was tortured and could not be reborn, she didn't want to wait any longer.

She wants him to suffer retribution now.

I'm going to kill him now!

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The man turned around, startled by the figure standing silently behind him, and when he saw clearly that the man was weaving dreams, his face suddenly changed, and he jumped like thunder.

"!

The little slut on the side of the road is rotten, scaring Lao Tzu! The cheap life is big, this is not dead! Lao Tzu has to kill you today! Broom star!"

He got up from the ruins and rushed towards Weaving Dreams, who didn't hide and stood quietly.

The man ran in front of her and raised his hand to slap Weaving Dream, but before the slap landed on her face, Weaving Dream suddenly punched him, right in the heart.

It was clearly a little girl's fist, but the man was directly beaten and squirted a mouthful of blood, flew up and fell backwards and slammed into the ground, unable to get up and unable to speak for a long time.

Weaving Dream pounced, pressed him directly, and smashed his fist into his face.

Punch after punch.

Fist to the flesh, with unforgettable bitter anger.

The man relented and reached out to grab Weaving Dream's hair, trying to lift Weaving Dream and throw it out.

Weaving dreams didn't care if his hair was grabbed or not, and there was only that face in his black pupils, which was a face covered in human skin, and the soul of a demon was hidden underneath.

Weaving Dream continued to smash his fist in his face, one face was smashed so that his nose was crooked, and the nosebleed couldn't stop gushing out, and his face was bright red, and he couldn't see his original appearance.

The man first scolded angrily and struggled, and then his breath weakened and turned into a wailing and begging for mercy.

"Don't ...... Stop fighting! I was wrong!"

"Please, stop fighting!"

"Don't ...... Hit!"

Weaving Dream turned a deaf ear, and his fists still didn't stop, as if he was going to smash his face to pieces before he would stop.

The fear of death was like an airless net, enveloping him and arousing his desire to live.

He struggled with his hands to reach a broken wooden plank, which he grabbed without thinking and smashed it down on Dreamweaver's head.

Boom!

With a heavy thud, the wood was torn apart.

There was a sharp pain on the top of Weaving Dream's head, and scarlet blood crawled up her face, and there seemed to be multiple ghosts in front of her, and her consciousness became a little blurred.

The raised fist didn't fall again, and the man instantly grabbed her neck and pushed her down, turned over and pressed him, and slapped Zhimeng viciously, making her dizzy, and half of her face instantly swollen.

His unrecognizable face was stained with blood, and he roared viciously at her, like a hideous ghost who had just crawled out of the Shura field, which was extremely terrifying.

"Little slut! I'm going to fucking kill you today!"

He grabbed a broken wooden board from the side with one free hand, raised it high, and aimed it at Dream Weaver's head, ready to smash Dream Weaver's head with wood.

A tile on the side of the alley wall suddenly broke and fell down, falling beside them, with a bang, and falling apart.

Weaving Dream was awakened by the harsh sound, and looked at the falling plank, his fingers moved, and the light in his eyes went out.

In the darkness, there was a muffled pop.

(End of chapter)