Wu Ying was also slightly surprised that the knife on this person's waist had been unsheathed at some point, and he was forced to support the ground with a knife, and there was a faint golden vertical mark on the narrow blade, like a rune, overflowing with pure demonic power.

Yun Changkong spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and Wu Ying made a move, even if it was just a random blow, it was definitely fatal.

So at this moment, there was a deadly blood mouth in his chest and heart, and blood was gushing out of the ground, but the strange thing was that he did not fall down.

The hatred in his eyes swelled, and there was unwillingness and grief at the death of his colleagues, but in the end they all turned into a kind of eyes that looked at death as if they were home.

He looked up at Wu Ying without timidity, and the corners of his blood-stained mouth hooked an exaggerated arc:

"It turns out that the legendary Wu Ying looks like this? I thought it was a three-headed and six-armed character, but it turned out to be a gloomy beauty with a thin waist and a pretty face.

Tut-tut, they are all so beautiful, and they like to kill people so much, do you think that if you learn from Master Si Yun to slaughter the city and slaughter the country, she will like you? Tell you! Our Lord Si Yun of Yong'an City is only worthy of my son-in-law!"

is so weird, facing the situation of life and death, he didn't forget to fight for his master, jealousy and rob women, Rao is violent temperament, and Wu Ying, who was full of evil spirits, couldn't help laughing.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she was interested: "Your son-in-law?"

Yun Changkong raised his head proudly, the corners of his lips raised proudly, and his hidden arrogance also shone when he mentioned that person's name: "Yes!

There is no tragedy in his eyes, let alone sadness, only a deep belief and admiration for a person: "Although the whole Kyushu people now say that he is dead, I don't believe it." ”

He paused word by word, and was extremely serious: "Maybe I will die here now, but I believe that one day, my son-in-law will return through the darkness, and you, the final fate, will also die in the hands of my son-in-law." ”

The heavy wound made him unable to finish his words in one breath, he let out a low gasp of pain, and the blood between his lips and teeth gushed more and more, but the light in his eyes was incomparably bright, as if he firmly believed in some kind of faith.

He grinned, and the malicious smile brewing in his eyes did not restrain himself for half a minute: "The world says that you Wu Ying is the reincarnation of an evil ghost, and since you are an evil ghost, then let my son-in-law send you back to the place where you will respond one day in the future." ”

The hazy moonlight shrouded the alleys of the imperial city, and Wu Ying chuckled lightly in the shadows of the moonlight.

But there was no ominous distortion in that smile, but a smile from the heart, and a pair of dark and blood-like eyes also emitted a shining light in the deeper dew of the night.

Just when Yun Changkong was terrified by this smile, Wu Ying dissipated the killing intent in his eyes.

The black robe swayed lightly in the wind and snow, falling into the blood-stained earth, she lowered her eyes, and looked seriously at the evil spirit that was obliquely inserted in the snow.

In the corner of light that no one saw, a touch of tenderness appeared in the dark bloody eyes.

"You're funny talking, it's a pity to kill. ”

Yun Changkong, who was holding his heart and coughing secretly, suddenly raised his head, looked at her back, and then his eyes turned to a faint disdainful sneer: "You have killed so many people, and you are not inferior to me." ”

"I kill because I want to kill. Release people, also because I want to release, even if I say I won't kill you, I will naturally not waste my strength again. Of course, if you seek your own death, the gun is there, and you can hit the head of the gun yourself, and I will not stop you. ”

Yun Changkong's face twitched, but finally he didn't say anything. Gritting his teeth, he rushed to the south while the blood in his body was still not exhausted.

Tonight, fourteen people died.

One person was shattered, and the other thirteen corpses lay cold in the snow.

Wu Ying raised his hand and looked at the night sky, the original plan was to kill fifteen people and leave the imperial city in the north.

But for some reason, after listening to Yun Changkong's words, she was both at a loss and happy in her heart.

At a loss, as Yun Changkong said, this world ...... It really doesn't seem to be able to tolerate her anymore.

The world is vast, and for a moment, a feeling of nowhere to return rose in her heart.

Happily, she found that in this world, she was not the only one who would look at that person with such brilliant eyes.

Sure enough, her vision is really not bad.

On this snowy night, under the frightened and frightened gaze of thousands of poor people, Wu Ying sat in the snow all night.

Like the night black clothes in the red and white snow, like the ghost flowers in the night ghost quietly blooming.

This night, she didn't do anything, just watched the spear meet the evil, and said in her heart that maybe what he promised her would not be fulfilled.

When he returns, he may go to the Imperial City of Yueguo, but the purpose is no longer to temper and meet evil for her.

This is not only a promise, but it can only be called a promise because it is unfinished.

After waiting for 10,000 years, he got a promise, or don't do it so easily.

......

......

At dawn, its light is like a sword, splitting the silent and gloomy night, ushering in the rising curtain.

Wu Ying, who was sitting cross-legged, sat with his chin on his back all night, still without any intention of leaving.

That group of bitter and poor people didn't dare to make a big move at all, for fear of disturbing the killing god.

The girl in the old man's arms became more and more crimson, her forehead was sweaty, and she dreamed of pain: "Grandpa...... I'm uncomfortable...... Want to drink water...... ...... Grandpa"

The old man was afraid that his granddaughter's voice would disturb the one, so he quickly covered her mouth and looked anxious.

Soon the girl's face turned red because she couldn't breathe, and she was about to be killed by him.

For such a scene, Wu Ying just lazily lifted her eyes, and her heart was greatly moved.

"Rustling ......"

At this moment, the sound of hurried running footsteps came from the alley.

It was a teenager, a dirty boy who was covered in darkness as if he was rolling in the mud, the corners of his eyes were swollen high, and the countless scars on his body were cleared, and he didn't know where to come back from a fight.

The dirty hair was scattered haphazardly, and it looked like it was also coming from the slums here.

It's just that for some reason, I didn't return overnight.

There was an excited smile on his bruised, red-scarred face.

He trotted all the way to the mouth of the slum, hesitating that his eyes were too intense, so he ignored the gore on the ground and the uninvited guest.

He trotted over to the old man's side and took out a closed bag of wood and bamboo and grease from his bosom.

The thick wooden bamboo was filled with water, and it seemed that the water was still boiling hot before it was contained, because of the young man's personal collection, his chest was burned red.

He pushed the things in his hand towards the old man, and then dissatisfiedly pulled off the hand he was holding the girl, took out a bun from the oiled paper bag, and put it in the old man's palm.

The buns are still hot, and the boy's eyes are shiny.

When the group of people asked about the meaty smell of the buns, they immediately swallowed their saliva, and their eyes were faintly full of thirst.

The young man's gentle brow suddenly became madly alert, and he grinned at some of the ill-intentioned people in the crowd.

A pair of sharp tiger teeth shimmered like the fangs of a young wolf.

The old man touched the young man's head with relief, because the bun in his hand and the water in the bamboo were still hot at the moment.

Looking at his scars, he knew that he had gone to the ruffians' places to snatch food for a little bit of food.

I fed some hot water to the girl, and the girl's complexion improved a little, and she also had the strength to wake up and eat the buns, and devoured them, so delicious that she wanted to swallow her tongue.

She swallowed wildly, while looking at the young man and said vaguely: "Chicken and green onion filling, you like it the most." ”

The boy didn't seem to speak, just nodded, and then looked down and counted the buns in the oiled paper, and there were three more.

He took one for the old man, and another for a woman in the crowd with a scar on her face.

The last one was about to take a bite, and her eyes flashed, but she saw the good-looking black-clothed young man in the snow, her dark gaze fell on him, and her brows furrowed slightly.

The face of the woman with a scar on her face who had just taken the bun suddenly changed, and when she saw the black-clothed young man sitting in the snow, she was actually frowning, and she was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat.

She hurriedly grabbed the young man who couldn't speak, covered his eyes, trembled her lips and whispered in his ear, "Don't mess around...... Random looks. ”

The woman's heart was good, but the overly violent movement touched the bruise on the young man's cheek, and the pain made him break free from her hands and embrace.

Like a wounded young beast, it stumbled into the snow, and the bun in its hand rolled to a pale finger.

The woman with a scar on her face was soaked in sweat on her forehead, and the buns in her hands were pinched and deformed, and she didn't dare to say a word.

The wounded young man stared at the bun with his eyes, and then crawled over, and under the horrified gaze of the crowd, he was about to reach out and pick up his bun.

The pale palm was a step faster than him, picking up the red snow-stained bun.

Wu Ying held the bun in his hand, stared at the young man, and said nothing.

The young man frowned deeply, he looked like he had been hungry for a long time, and his eyes were like leeches biting at her bun for a long time.

Later, I don't know what the reason was, but he actually let him endure the intense hunger, and it was difficult to look away.

looked at Wu Ying's overly beautiful but implied cold and cruel pale face.

Wu Ying also frowned, watching the change in the expression on the young man's face full of bruises and scars.

First the craving for food, and the nervousness when the food is lost, and then the deep fear and scrutiny of the unfamiliar.

But when I looked at it later, it turned into a strange blankness.

Xu is Wu Ying from birth to the present, accustomed to seeing the admiration, fear, and avoidance of others' gaze, this kind of blank and fearless gaze is the first time in his life, and he can't help but feel a little curious about this young man.

After a while, Wu Ying lowered her eyelashes, looked at the bun that had been stained with human blood and snow, and raised her eyebrows with interest.

Then, under the bewildered expressions of the people in the slums, he put it in his mouth and took a bite.

Well, the skin is thin and filling, but when you bite into it, you can eat the rich juicy chicken aroma.

(PS: It's time to knock sugar...... ）