The messy fists and feet rained down on Wang Zimo's body.

The right arm was completely dislocated, the shoulder blade was misaligned by two inches, and the ribs were broken.

The originally thin and smooth face was also scarred, the mouth was swollen as thick as a finger, the bridge of the nose was miserably crooked to the side, and the face was slapped by Han Tianhong many times, swollen blue and purple, the eyebrow frame was torn, and the blood was mixed with the mud on the soles of Han Tianhong's shoes, flowing everywhere.

Han Tianhong's blue-purple lips were raised high, and he smiled fiercely and trampled the prince under his feet.

Then he bent down, grabbed Wang Zimo's neck and lifted him up, put his forehead against his forehead, and said viciously to Wang Zimo: "Come on, get up! Aren't you fucking good at fighting? Get up for Lao Tzu!"

Hair flew wildly, stained with blood.

Growing up, he had never been so crazy.

Even in the face of rigidity, it is surprisingly calm.

At this moment, Han Tianhong is more like a madman, opening the door of killing in his heart, the bloodier it is, the more excited he is.

The more excited, the more bloodthirsty!

The bright red blood, like a fierce flame, made him even more insane.

Sweat soaked his hair, fell from the ends of his hair, and fell into Wang Zimo's collar.

"Today, Lao Tzu will clean the door for your father, so that you can taste what life is better than death!"

After speaking, he stood up, twisted his neck, put the tip of his shoe against Wang Zimo's face, and crushed it fiercely, then raised his foot and kicked it twice with his heel, and suddenly half of Wang Zimo's head was directly stomped into the dirt.

"Don't think that your surname Wang is a member of the Wang family, your father didn't tell you, the whole village is your father's old waste surnamed Wang, in fact, everyone is surnamed Lu, and they only changed their surnames to avoid trouble!"

Wang Zimo's breathing was weak, as if it was a snowflake falling from the sky, and it melted away with a light blow, and he could no longer find any trace, as if he had never been to this world.

It's the same with life!

The Black Forest was as tranquil as ever, like the Shura Field after the battle, filled with a strong smell of blood. The crack in the sky emitted a dazzling blue aurora at this moment. If you look closely, you can see the southern sky, the aurora is rippling slightly, and a silver warship is slowly heading towards the Black Forest.

It's really going to die!

Wang Zimo suddenly appeared in front of him, Han Tianyu, Han Dimeng, and Han Chunze.

They blocked the road to the Yama Hall with great vigour, and did not let the prince pass silently.

"In front of Lao Tzu, your family is garbage, a waste!"

Han Tianhong was still scolding, venting all the depression in his heart over the years on Wang Zimo.

"The whole village has a blood heritage, and there is a big waste, a small waste, and an old waste in your family, do you think it's just a coincidence?"

"Lao Tzu told you, your home is a waste nest, and you can't get out of the phoenix! Don't think that you are excellent if you have a relationship with the Yin family, bullshit!"

Ahead is a warm world, and at the end of the road is a white light that is soft and desirable. Behind him are rotting corpses with evil bones, and stinky water in the dark ditch.

A gust of wind blew through his thin body, as if to blow him through.

Suddenly feeling very cold, Wang Zimo couldn't help but tighten his collar and hugged his shoulders.

It's like falling into an ice cellar, the tighter you are, the cooler your body becomes.

He shivered to go to that warm world, his lips were purple from the cold, and his eyelids were already covered with hoarfrost.

Is this what it feels like to die?

After death, is this the path that leads to reincarnation?

Am I really dead?

Isn't that liberating?

The prince's pitiful appearance made people feel pity, but no matter how hard he begged, the three brothers and sisters of the Han family always looked like "I opened this mountain", pinched their waists with both hands, and crossed the intersection, just not letting him pass.

Forced to be helpless, Wang Zimo found a big stone, leaned on it tremblingly, shrunk into a ball, his mind was destroyed, and all thoughts turned to ashes.

"Is it so miserable to die?"

Suddenly, red snowflakes fell from the sky, one by one, and fell overhead.

It melted, and flowed like blood down the forehead to the corners of the lips, and it was a sweet fragrance with breast milk.

"Is there such a strange snow in the world?"

Wang Zimo hurriedly raised his face, like a camel walking in the desert meeting an oasis, opening his mouth wide and sucking greedily.

Pieces of snowflakes seemed to be attracted, and they slowly converged from all directions, like a huge red balloon, and the air hole was in Wang Zimo's mouth.

At this moment, in the Black Forest.

"Fuck you!"

The more Han Tianhong fought, the more frightened he became.

Suddenly stopped, looked at the dead corpse on the ground in a daze, and said secretly: "This kid is really full of demons, and he looked dead just now." After a while, the small body burst into powerful vitality. ”

He couldn't help but take two steps back, looked at Wang Zimo carefully, and after making sure that his judgment was correct, he hurriedly turned around to find Wang Zimo's Ping Yu Blade.

"Third child, quick, give me the knife!" Han Tianhong pointed at Ping You and scolded urgently, "Quick!"

"What the hell did you eat in the morning, give it to Lao Tzu quickly! Hurry up!"

The three-foot-long blade let out a mournful roar.

Without waiting for Han Laosan to come to him, Pingyou suddenly floated into the air with a "buzz", then cheered and flew over against Han Tianhong's ear.

Han Tianhong saw everything, his face showed fear, and he felt that the back of his neck was splashed with a hot liquid, which was very similar to the blood splashed by Wang Zimo just now.

He gritted his teeth and raised his arm tremblingly, touched his ear, and made sure it was intact before he let out a long sigh of relief. Before he could come back to his senses, he suddenly felt a heavy body fall on his back, and the bubbling warm liquid gushed out, sticky and soaked through the clothes on his back.

He hurriedly took his bow and arrows, but turned around to find that Wang Zimo was still lying on the ground, with black and white light circulating on his body, as if they were arguing with each other, and as if they were constantly merging.

But Han Tenghui's body slammed into the ground, and his head seemed to be smashed by a hammer. There was not even any scum left, only half of the chin hung on the neck, and the snow-white teeth were crooked.

People, like animals.

If the death is tragic, it is more embarrassing than an animal.

Han Laosan saw that Han Tenghui's red and white neck was sprayed with blood foam, and he couldn't help but turn over the river and the sea in his abdomen.

He covered his mouth and ran to the side, and as soon as he squatted down, he vomited, spitting and spitting, and spit out bright red flesh, and then he saw a "bang, bang" beating heart being spit to the ground by him.

Han Laosan was suddenly frightened, his eyes widened, he gasped with his mouth open, his throat made a "uh, uh" sound, and he stuffed his heart in his mouth with both hands.

It's okay if you don't stuff it, and you can still spit out the contents of your stomach.

The more anxious he stuffed it back, the more he blocked the churning flesh in his stomach.

I saw Han Laosan's body swelling rapidly, and after a while, it broke through the skin, and it fell apart with a "boom"!

After Han Chunze's death, Han Laosan was afraid of being punished by his clansmen. This matter started because of Han Tianhong, he couldn't carry the leaky pot, let alone be the first to go back. He regretted it very much, and regretted that Han Chunze turned back after his death. Knowing how he died, it was better to go back to Sanhezhuang with Han Chunze on his back and accept the punishment of the chief.

The sun is shining, but the Black Forest is full of blood.

Dai Xiaomo walked out of the Black Forest with a snow-white oil-paper umbrella and looked at everything that happened in front of her in surprise. When she saw Han Laosan swelling into a ball and shattering, her ruddy little mouth was about to open her jaw off.

"He did this?"

Han Dudu chased out of the fog through the barrier, and when he saw the messy battlefield, he was first frightened, and then his face full of suspicion suddenly turned cold.

He clearly felt that the smell of blood in the air carried a familiar aura. It can be inferred from this that the three corpses lying on the ground are all of the Han family's bloodline.

When he saw Wang Zimo who buried his head in the ground, Han Dudu's cold eyes showed a thick murderous intent.

Mo Hongyan hid under the black cloak and pouted and smiled.

"The lord is really very human, five people, Tian shamelessly besieged, and killed four people!

After she finished speaking, she looked at Han Dudu, who could come out of the miasma during the day, and there was no injury on his body, this person also had some ability.

But so what?

Just like a mouse eating an elephant, no matter how powerful he is, he is almost like an ant in front of the phantom.

"Four?"

Han Dudu glanced at Han Tianhong, his heart twitched sharply, and he took two steps back with his chest and "kicking".

He could clearly feel that the red-clothed protector had secretly locked himself in, and secretly made a monster, and the slightest rash move would definitely lead to annihilation.

"Ancestor help!"

Just as Han Dudu's heart was dripping blood, a heart-rending cry suddenly sounded in his ears.