The night is not completely dark, and occasionally you can see a few shining stars in the night sky, and the people on the street are still busy and constantly searching. Rong held the medicine bottle in her hand and ran desperately to her home, her clothes were soaked with sweat, and she still didn't stop for a moment.

Wang Jiawei sat alone in the corner, panting constantly, his arms were constantly drenched with blood, and a cut was made in his chest, the wound was not deep, and the blood had coagulated. In front of him stood four masked men in black, pointing their swords at him. Wang Jiawei felt very strange, he couldn't use the power he drew from Wang Jiahu, and even his own was very difficult, sweat passed through his eyes, for him, the four people in front of him had already seen a little blurred, maybe his road had come to an end, he was really unwilling, in the face of the four people in the innate realm, he had no way, the martial arts road, had I already reached the end? There are dead people everywhere in the world, and there are people whose lives end anytime and anywhere, how can I die here so easily? I still have a lot of things to do, a lot of things to do, and a lot of people to kill! Wang Jiawei's eyes gradually lost their look, his pupils began to slowly dilate, and his black eyeballs gradually occupied the entire eye socket.

The four men in black began to feel a little pity when they saw Wang Jiawei's approach to madness at the end, but there was no way, there was no choice in the world, if they couldn't complete the task, they would only die. The four of them looked at each other, and one of them said to Wang Jiawei, "It's only because you don't have enough ability, too far ahead, and too poisonous mind, so be a good person in your next life." ”

In the next life, "Good people?" They are all murderers, why should they be divided into high and low? They are all righteous and straightforward to obey the task? Hehehehe, the famous and decent people only want to have more against less? Wang Jiawei began to stand up, his eyes were black, as if there was a black hole hidden in his eyes, he could see through anyone at once, and you kept staring at his eyes, but it seemed to be drowned in endless darkness. The man in black who spoke felt a little bad, which he had never seen before, and Wang Jiawei's eyes told him that the unknown would be the most terrifying.

Wang Jiawei looked around, twisted his neck, pointed to the scratch on his chest, and asked softly, "Who injured this?" Everyone thought it was incredible, as if Shi Lezhi, one of the four people walked forward half a step forward, and a black shadow flashed in an instant, and the lights did not catch his action, the three people slowly turned their heads and leaned in the middle, and the person who had just taken half a step was motionless, but his chest had the same wound as Wang Jiawei's chest, but what was worse was that his hands had been cut off and fell to the ground, bleeding non-stop, without any pain, and he fell straight back.

The three of them were completely stunned for a while, this is unimaginable, the person opposite is laughing with his head down, obviously just forced in the corner by the four of us, there is no backhand, there is only one dead ending, why is this happening? Fear has occupied their hearts, they know that rabbits will bite people in a hurry, but this is not the same at all, if this continues, our end is really only a dead word, what kind of monster is this?

"Hehehehe, what's next?" Wang Jiawei grinned, tilted his head, couldn't see who he was looking at, and the four of them seemed to have become lifeless animals on the knife board that he tortured and killed in an instant, "Hehehehehe, then you, hehehehe." The man in black who had spoken suddenly turned black in front of him, as if a demon had descended into the world, and he left nothing, he fell to his knees, blood gushed out of his mouth, and he firmly blocked his neck with his hand, and slowly died.

"Hehehehe, boring, are good people so boring? The whole room was filled with Wang Jiawei's sharp and piercing voice. "Ouch, you have soiled the room," Wang Jiawei stopped laughing, looked at the remaining two people, and spat out three words heavily, "All damn!"

The remaining two seemed to have lost their expectations and knelt down, their eyes blank and tears streaming down their eyes. Even if death is their only result, death is still a painful topic or an ending, but none of us can escape it. Is death terrible? Perhaps even more terrible is loss, death means having nothing and no chance to start over.

"Hehehehe, can you kneel down without having to die? Kneel down to solve things? Can kneeling make me feel comfortable? Hahahaha, what about your backbone? Didn't you just want to kill us? No, didn't you want to kill him? Hahahaha, I told you, only if your own strength continues to grow, they won't underestimate you, they don't dare to think about killing you, I don't want them to live, you think the same way, right? hahahaha" Wang Jiawei said in a very strange tone, those two people have lost their souls at all, and they won't know what Wang Jiawei said, and who to talk to, now they can't think of any other ending except death.

Wang Jiawei suppressed his smile, these two people were no longer a threat to him, and it was not worth his trouble. Wang Jiawei walked up to the two of them and picked up a sword next to the fallen person, for them now, dying under the sword is also a good place to return. Wang Jiawei raised the sword above the two of them, and the blood stains on the sword had dried up, and it could not reflect any luster under the illumination of the light. The sword slashed through a stretch, leaving no mark.

"Jia Viagra! I brought you the medicine that Uncle Deng specially left for you!You will definitely be fine!" Rong hurriedly rushed in, and before he could rest properly, he took a steady breath, and shouted happily, "Jia Viagra! Great, do you know? This is the medicine left by Uncle Deng! It must have a ······ on your injuries Help. Seeing the scene in front of her, Rong stopped, stopped her rapid breathing, tried to restrain herself, and stopped smiling.

Wang Jiawei turned his head, his eyes were still black, and the corners of his mouth curved upward, "Hehehehe, you're back?"

"Who are you?" Rong looked at Wang Jiawei, who was holding a blood-dripping sword in his hand, there were four corpses lying on the ground, and the room was filled with the smell of blood.

"Hehehehe, I'm your Jia Viagra you've been talking about! Why don't you recognize it for so long? Hahahaha. ”

The first time Rong saw such a person, she couldn't believe that this was the Li Jiawei who was rescued by herself. He now thinks of a demon who has just come out of hell, without a trace of humanity.

"No, it can't be, you're not!" Rong instinctively wanted to run, but her feet couldn't move at all, and she kept calling.

"Hehehehe, I like you so much, how can I not be your Jia Wei brother?" Wang Jiawei began to approach Rong, and every step carried a danger.

"No, no, no, don't come here!"

"Hehehehehe. ”

Next to a thatched hut in a remote north, a middle-aged man was watering the chrysanthemum in front of the door, and a woman slowly appeared in the picture, and the two said something to each other, and the woman left. The man looked at his carefully cultivated little garden, and a fiery tear was left in his eyes, leaving no trace in the snowy north.

The fire of the thatched hut was so bright at night in the north that the snow could not hide its light.

(End of chapter)