Chapter 105: The White-Haired Boy [1]
Chapter 105: The White-Haired Boy [1]
Suffering took Yin Er's little hand back to the cave, the weather was freezing, the little girl stood in the cold wind for most of the day, and her little hands were red from the cold.
It's not that no one persuaded her before, Chu Buwei persuaded her, Lan Yu persuaded her, even Lan Gui, who woke up, wanted to pull the little girl back into the cave, Lan Yu just didn't burn another pile of charcoal fire next to the little girl.
It's a pity that this little girl is stubborn and refuses to go back.
The little girl didn't speak, she stood at the door of the cave every day and waited for Bai Yunhuan during the day, others couldn't pull her away, so she hid in the corner at night and shed tears, and others couldn't persuade her.
Seeing people's hearts, it hurts heart.
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Several people have tried to say anything, but the suffering has been silent these days, in fact, the suffering is more distressed than anyone else for the little girl, from Fuliu Town to this Fusang City, along the way, it seems that the suffering is the most careless to Xiao Yin'er, but in fact, the suffering cares about the little girl the most.
Suffering didn't persuade Xiao Yin'er, just because suffering couldn't convince himself in his heart, what did Bai Yunhuan have extraordinary strength when he used his sword, but no matter how extraordinary he was, he could beat the creation realm that stepped on the sky from the little minions of the open source realm?
I don't believe in the suffering.
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In the past few days, I didn't dare to look at Yin Er's suffering, but for the first time on this day, I looked at the little girl's ruby eyes so seriously, and the little girl with tears in her eyes looked straight at the suffering.
The red pupils flowed, and I only saw a trace of confusion in the dark pupils.
"Girl, go and bring Bai Yunhuan's precious piece of wood. ”
"I personally sent him back. ”
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On this day, it was snowing heavily.
Forty miles into Fusang City, there were two young men who were no more than sixteen years old, and they went straight into a city.
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Fusang City, Baihua Street.
Silver snow fell one after another, covering the roof tiles of the house.
Dead wood, cold snow, broken streets.
A white-haired boy was smashed into the ground again and again by Sun Wushuang, who was about a foot tall, and the surrounding snowflakes were shaken, and the young man's thin body was crawling at Sun Wushuang's feet, like a dead dog that no one paid attention to, and the dull sound of the fist hitting the flesh and blood fell on Li Chen's ears, as if hitting the soul.
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In the life that Li Chen has lived for so long, he has spent most of his days as neighbors with this old man, but Li Chen has never seen Sun Wushuang torture and kill a teenager like this in the past few decades.
It is said that skinning and cramping is a good means for executioners, and the most difficult thing is that people can't survive or die, but this is mostly a folk saying, and for those who perceive a cultivator who is transcendent, there are many ways to torture people.
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Sun Wushuang stepped on the young man's chest with one foot, and the pair of iron fists that could break the mountain rocks were constantly taking care of the young man's thin body, constantly splashing oozing blood, which stained Sun Wushuang's fists red, and also stained the falling snow scattered around the two of them.
In fact, if Sun Wushuang wanted to kill this young man, it would be a matter of one punch at most, but Sun Wushuang didn't want this young man to die so easily.
Sun Wushuang shattered the bones in Bai Yunhuan's chest with every punch, and then smashed the broken bones into the young man's flesh and blood, and the broken bones pierced the flesh and blood, which could pierce the internal organs.
This kind of method is more important than peeling and cramping.
And Sun Wushuang, who has red eyes and beard, looks like a powerful ghost in the underworld at this time.
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Sun Wushuang has always been a straightforward person.
Against people, if you can punch a punch, if you can cut a knife, you will be a knife, I have never heard that the head of the Sun family has used such means to torture a young man who has lost the strength to fight back, the left chest of the young man at this time has completely collapsed, and even the shoulder blade can see Sen Sen's white bones with blood.
Sun Wushuang didn't intend to treat this vulnerable young man in front of him like this, as far as he was concerned, he just wanted to cut off the head of the white-haired boy with a knife, so that the kid could bury his granddaughter.
It's just that when Sun Wushuang saw the young man's eyes, Sun Wushuang changed his mind.
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When Sun Wushuang smashed Dongfang Lan away with one punch, he relied on anger, and it was the anger of this white-haired boy who killed his granddaughter.
And when Sun Wushuang pinched the young man's neck and lifted the young man into the air, looking at the young man's light blue eyes, anger turned into hatred.
Hate the natural righteousness in this young man's eyes.
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Unalterable principle?
My Sun Wushuang wants to kill you, you actually think it's right?!!
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So Sun Wushuang changed his mind.
There is no point in killing someone who feels that death is a matter of course.
Killing such a person is simply not going to avenge his dead granddaughter.
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It is precisely because of this that Sun Wushuang decided to let this young man die a miserable and painful death.
But.
Sun Wushuang found that no matter how he broke the boy's bones and smashed the boy's bones into the boy's flesh and blood, the boy was like a fool.
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The young man who was choked by himself should have been desperate, his face was like ashes, and he even knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
The boy who was crushed by himself and thrown to the ground should be in pain, screaming and screaming.
But from beginning to end, the boy had not said a word, and he had made no sound at all, and some young men with gray hair stained red with blood were surprisingly quiet, like dead trees on the corner of the street.
"This is not what a dying man should be. At least that's what Sun Wushuang thinks.
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Under the snow, the white-haired young man who was trampled on the soles of his feet by Sun Wushuang punched and bleed, his eyes were like the snow in this heaven and earth, without a trace of hatred.
But the more the boy is like this, the more Sun Wushuang hates this boy!
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Sun Wushuang stepped on the boy's chest with one foot, roaring and screaming at the snow around him.
Even Dongfang Fang Lan was reluctant to provoke Sun Wushuang like this at such a time, after all, who would want to touch a crazy tiger?
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The snow fell silent.
The exhaled breath condensed into a white mist in the air.
In the scarlet-stained snow, Sun Wushuang mentioned the dying boy.
This boy is no longer like a person.
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Sun Wushuang grabbed the young man's neck like a dead dog, and blood remained on the young man's head, and blood flowed out of the young man's right eye.
In fact, everyone present knew that from then on, the young man's right eye would never be seen again.
Of course, if this boy has a future.
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