"You let him go!"

The childish voice tore the tense atmosphere apart.

In the outer city of Yindu, the tall half-cut corpse carrying Wang Zimo stood at the door of the tavern with half of the collapsed wall, and in front of him stood an eight or nine-year-old boy.

"Let him go!"

The little boy's slender fingers were clenched tightly into fists, his thick eyebrows were upside down, his phoenix eyes were round, and his face was righteous and awe-inspiring. With the encouragement of his sister, he resolutely blocked the way, pointed to the half-cut corpse twice as tall as himself, and shouted: "You monster, I want to be like my father, do the right thing for heaven, and accept you!"

"Your father?"

The half-cut corpse was bluffed by the little boy for a moment, thinking that there were adults behind him, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

He watched the whole outer city. After confirming that there were no monks among the exiles, he was particularly annoyed by the deceived.

"Get out of the way!"

Seeing that Lin Yu'e and Xue Jiaoniang both caught up, half of the corpse roared, stepped out with a big foot, stepped on the little boy's high chest fiercely, and walked away with the prince silently.

The fresh life suddenly withered, and the little boy opened his eyes, scarlet blood gushed out of his mouth, and he was instantly cold when he lay in the snow.

"Brother!"

The little girl was so sad that she ran out of the crowd crying, picked up the inhuman-shaped little boy with his chest collapsed, and shook the cold and stiff corpse vigorously, and was heartbroken.

"Brother——!

The heart-rending cry resounded throughout the entire Yin Capital City, and Wang Zimo suddenly felt like he was hit by five thunders, and his blood was blocked in his chest, and he couldn't wait to open his ribs, take out his lungs, and pinch his hands hard to breathe.

"Brother, you pay back my brother!"

Strange boys, simple boys, will not realize that the world is full of good and evil. I only think about helping the weak myself, bravely facing the powerful, even if I die, I have to die brightly.

"You bad guy, return my brother!"

The little girl couldn't open her eyes when she cried, she didn't know, even if she didn't say it, her brother would stand up, this is not self-sufficient, but a spirit that is not afraid of power!

Yes!

In the face of insistent justice, death is nothing!

Wang Zimo's brain suddenly went blank, and his eyes were full of sad little girls, hugging his brother, teary eyes, hoarse and hoarse.

Wandering and helpless.

"Put me down!"

Wang Zimo held his hands one yin and one yang above his head, wanting to cast yin and yang to gather the heavens and the emperor collapse.

"What, do you want to exert the power of the law again?"

The half-corpse smiled coldly, and the voice came directly from the broken body into Wang Zimo's ears: "The power of the law is useless against the dead, but you can't bear to watch those homeless people die?"

After saying that, half of the corpse turned around, pointed Wang Zimo's head at the sky, and said quietly: "You can't bear to watch those old immortals in Yin Du fall down again?

Seeing that Wang Zimo began to move, the half-cut corpse continued: "Think clearly before doing things, don't let the enemy die without playing, first dismantle your own backstage!"

Although it was a voice from the enemy, it really pierced Wang Zimo's heart.

Yes, 1,000 enemies were wounded and 800 were damaged.

If the power of the law is used again, it will be 800 injuries to the enemy and 10,000 self-losses!

In this world, there are many things that can be done, but they are bound by constraints and cannot do them!

Is this growing up?

The yin wind outside the city rolled into a wall, and the five ghost kings blocked the way of half of the corpse, and stood in front of the ghost face, holding their hands on their chests and laughing: "I originally thought that Lijian Cliff would be later than us, so that you can taste the soup, but now it seems that the son of the ghost mother is running errands for nothing!"

"Lijian Cliff and Ghost Crying Alley have always been incompatible, who doesn't understand your ghost thoughts, you want me to be cannon fodder for you!"

"Ghost thoughts?"

"Hahahaha, ghost mind. The ghost face looked up and laughed, and tears of laughter came out. If it weren't for the mask, he would have wiped it a long time ago.

"Yes, it's a ghost's mind!

Ghostface's characteristic low-pitched piped voice suddenly became high-pitched, sounding like a woman's. "What is a ghost's mind, isn't a ghost's mind?demon mind?human mind?haha......"

"Get out of the way!" the half-corpse strode forward, and the dirt flew under his feet.

The Ghost King shook his head contemptuously, resumed his original voice, pointed at Wang Zimo and said, "Yes, but you have to put him down!"

At this time, Xue Jianniang and Lin Yu'e caught up at the same time, and the two witnessed the scene of half of the corpse trampling on the little boy, and they suddenly hated it.

"There are ghosts in front of you and people behind you, and you are still a crippled corpse, even if you put on your wings, it will be difficult to fly, and now you will see where you can run?

The ghost face shook his hand casually, and a mountain-splitting ghost axe suddenly appeared in his right hand, wrapped in cyan yin qi, which was particularly eye-catching.

"If you don't weigh it, how do you know who killed the deer?"

The half-corpse sneered, and he froze the prince silently and threw his hand against the wall facing the street. After making sure that he could rush over as soon as possible, he coldly glanced at the two of them and the five ghosts, stomped his feet and said frantically: "Let's go together! Don't delay your work!"

After speaking, the momentum of the half-cut corpse soared sharply. Although he was half-cut off, he stood there like a god, intimidating everyone together.

"Underestimate the enemy, underestimate the enemy!"

Xue Jiaoniang frowned and muttered to herself, turning her head to look at Lin Yu'e, her face full of reproach.

"He has gone through the heavenly tribulation, he is already an immortal corpse, we are not opponents even if we go together!"

"Jiao Niang thinks I buried him under the Mountain of Ten Thousand Corpses?"

Lin Yu'e is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and instantly understood the meaning of Xue Jiaoniang's words, and retorted: "Back then, I was just a servant girl who gave him a warm quilt, and I was not even qualified to sleep. Ten years after his death, I regained my freedom and came to Yindu in exile. How could they bury him under the Mountain of Ten Thousand Corpses!"

"How do you explain Pingyou, how could he give the world-shattering Pingyou Blade to a maidservant girl who is just used to warm the quilt for no reason?"

"This ......"

Lin Yu'e hesitated, this is indeed the case, and she also knew that her rebuttal was so pale and weak, "Maybe he thinks that the more dangerous the place, the safer!"

The homeless people gathered in the outer city, and bonfires had already been lit.

The smoke curls and the rice is fragrant. Although it is the most common white rice, it is also eaten with relish.

There is nothing happier than being alive!

The prince was depressed in his chest, and the half-cut corpse was right, these people were lucky to save their lives from the power of the law, and they had no excuse to let them face death again.

The same is true of the little boy, who died because of himself, leaving his sister alone.

"This is me, Wang Zimo, I owe a great affection in this life!

The prince looked up at the sky silently, a round of the first quarter moon was hanging high, it should be about to be the New Year!

year, this auspicious word.

When I was in Sanhezhuang, every household pasted new peaches for old charms, and the sound of firecrackers was one year old. The children are always happy, eating the food of the East and drinking the milk of the West, and they are never tired of running around.

But what has become of the current year?

Life and death part, fall apart!

A group of homeless people laughed around the bonfire, just to give their children a happy childhood.

And that little girl didn't even have false happiness.

"Ahh

Wang Zimo finally couldn't hold it back, raised his head and roared. The corners of his forehead were tense, and his hands were bent and scratched vigorously, trying to break free from the restraints, and he couldn't wait to release all the roar that was pressing down on the bottom of his heart.

"Ah——!h

Suddenly, Wang Zimo's eyes were red, staring at the half of the corpse with a hideous face, he raised his head and roared, and the sharp voice pierced the sky and reached everyone's ears.

"Bear!" the prince whispered softly.

Hiding in the counter of the broken tavern, the shivering bear suddenly heard the call and quickly poked out half of the bear's head. When he saw Wang Zimo's sharp eyes, Xiong Huan was immediately baptized, his fragile heart instantly collapsed, roared angrily, turned into a brown-haired giant bear, and suddenly rose into the air, carrying the rapidly falling prince silently on his back.

"Go, little girl!" the prince gestured downward.

The Yin capital was in chaos, and the forces of all sides were fighting each other. And Wang Zimo, who made them crazy, rode a giant brown bear and carried a little girl to fly farther and farther in the night.

"Little sister, what's your name?"

Outside the Yin capital, the prince asked in a tone that he thought was gentle.

"White Su. The little girl glanced at Wang Zimo timidly, and asked cautiously, "Where are we going?"

"Where is your hometown?"

"Beijing!" the little girl pointed to the far north, and there was a deep affection in her eyes.

"Then let's go to the capital and reunite you with your family!"

The prince Mo intended to make Bai Su happy, but accidentally touched the little girl's sadness.

"Reunite with your family?" the little girl's voice choked: "I have no family for a long time! Mom and Dad died on the road, and I finally recognized a brother and didn't want me, woo woo! woo woo ~ ! Bai Su is so pitiful......

Bai Su's red and swollen eyes had just subsided, and the mention of sadness suddenly moistened again.

Although the delicate baby face was dirty, it could not hide the white and tender delicacy, the night breeze ruffled her fluffy and soft hair, and a pair of large, round eyes were full of sadness. Suddenly made the prince soften his heart.

"Don't cry, little sister, if you don't dislike it, just treat me as your own brother!"

In the face of such human pathos, Wang Zimo was at a loss for a while, he trembled and stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the cold tears on Bai Suqiao's face.