They are determined to escape, no matter how important this dart is, and how terrible the forces they will face after they are lost, but those are only afterthoughts, and no matter how important their lives are.

But the black and white demons did not intend to let them go.

"Alang, I want to kill someone. ”

The woman in white showed a lazy tiredness on her face.

The man in black nodded, cracked his mouth, and laughed silently. He moved, his black clothes fluttering, always holding his white hand, and two shadows, one black and one white, pressed against the ground and rushed into the crowd in an instant.

They are extremely fast and ruthless, and their realm is obviously much higher than everyone else, but they still have to fight one with two.

Each time he struck, the division of labor was extremely clear, rushing before one person, the man swung his knife to cut off the opponent's weapon, and the woman swung the knife to cut off the person's head. Everyone wanted to get together and work together to save their lives, but they were forced to retreat instantly by the man's several knives, and they couldn't join forces at all, which only caused the woman to laugh at them.

Whoever resists the most is the first to kill, blood is flying, and the sound of terror howls is like a ghost howling in the morning light, miserable and infiltrating.

Slowly, the sun rose above the horizon, red like a shy girl with a veil, and finally showed a smiling face. At this moment, the sun is shining brightly, dyeing the sky red.

Red trees, red chickens, red earth, red blood...... Wandao Zhaoxia put on gorgeous red clothes for all things that have awakened.

Twenty-six corpses lay on the ground.

The black and white men hugged each other, licking each other's faces and the blood on their necks, like two monkeys grooming each other.

The place finally fell silent.

But there was one man who didn't die.

From beginning to end, the pale-faced young man sat peacefully in the third carriage, his eyes staring ahead, like an ignorant puppet. He didn't even make a move when blood splattered on his body.

In the eyes of black and white, he was naturally stunned.

They like the fear of their enemies, but they don't like the enemies who are frozen, and that feeling makes them lose their pleasure, and feel that they are killing only pigs and sheep, not people.

Bai Sha walked up to the man in black, looked at Tu Linhao's bloodless face, reached out and pinched his chin, and suddenly laughed like a silver bell, innocent as a girl who didn't know the world, and said, "Ah Lang, this man is so good-looking." ”

The man in black smiled and said, "It's really good-looking, then I'll cut off his face and give it to you." ”

"Alang, you are so good to me. ”

Looking at the man, the stars flashed in the white sha's eyes, and he began to kiss the black man again.

Tu Linhao also began to look at the two people in front of him at this time, and his heart was slightly interested, and his eyes flashed with blue light, as if he was looking at two insects.

The black and white scars also stopped suddenly.

They didn't come for a reason, and they felt a chill flash behind them.

Hei Sha kissed Bai Sha again, looked at Tu Linhao twice in the sunlight, and said with a smile: "Ah Mei, this time the blood has stained the clothes, I see that this one on this stupid scholar is also quite pleasing to the eye, and before I cut his skin, I will change his clothes first." ”

As he spoke, he put the knife aside, and with the other hand still holding the white hand, with only one hand, three times five divided by two, and he took off himself.

Then he looked at Tu Linhao.

Bai Sha was also looking at Tu Linhao, that handsome little white face, the swaying of his heart was written in his eyes, his face was flushed, and his strength to hold Hei Sha's hand was a little stronger.

But Tu Linhao didn't look at Bai Sha.

He was just looking at the blacks.

Hei Sha was naked at this time, and his hardcover muscles were like lumps growing on his body, and he couldn't even find a piece of cloth to cover his shame.

The butcher thought it was good.

A manly man, the one who comes with the stripes will naturally go with the stripes.

With a slight smile on his face, he bent down, stretched out his hand, and picked up the knife that the black demon had thrown aside.

Then, in the stunned eyes of the black devil, he slashed off his head with a knife.

Blood gushed out, splashing all over Bai Sha's face, and the blood as thick as pulp began to flow down his towering chest, and Bai Sha was unconscious, still holding his black hand, staring at the man in front of him with wide eyes.

There was confusion and horror in his eyes.

The butcher still didn't look at her at this time, only at the knife in his hand.

The knife can cut the throat, but the head is always injured, just now he shot too violently, a trace of internal qi knife gang is useless, just with the brute force of the fast knife, he cut off the head of the black demon, so that the steel knife of hundreds of refining is curled up.

The butcher threw the knife down and found a long, narrow knife out of nowhere.

The knife was unsheathed, and it was one foot and two inches long.

The mirror-like blade body reflected a shocked face, and a little cold light condensed in the middle of the high burning blade on the blade, as if it was constantly flowing, adding to the sharp coolness.

His knife will never be so unbearable.

He suddenly raised his knife, and Bai Sha screamed, let go of Heisha's hand, and fainted.

The butcher's knife did not fall.

It's not that he likes to kill, he just doesn't care about killing. He had already killed too many people, and his heart had long been numb.

He looked down twice, looked at the white blood, frowned, and felt a little disgusted.

He stretched out his hand and began to peel off his white garments, tearing everything to shreds.

He ran to the first carriage, took two buckets of water, washed the white stripes and white flowers, smiled with satisfaction, and carried her into the second carriage, dragged the treasure chest in it and threw it out.

The voice of ** came from the carriage.

Bai Sha had already woken up, or maybe she had never really fainted, but was just pretending to be unconscious.

She was being raped by a strange man, but she suddenly put her mind at ease, feeling that she didn't have to die after all, thinking, a woman with good kung fu in bed can always please a man, right?

About half an hour passed.

Bai Xu was undressed, lying naked in the carriage, panting slightly, but always paying attention to Tu Linhao's movements.

After finishing the matter, the other party did not have half a point of warmth with her, and the oblique desire and longing in her eyes turned into indifference again, put on her clothes and walked out.

How can there be such a man in the world?

Thinking like this, Bai Sha couldn't help but feel a little sad. She thought of Heisha again, Heisha wouldn't be like this, she was obedient to her, she could do whatever she wanted.

And the man came in again.

Bai Sha was suddenly a little frightened.

Because the man was carrying a knife in his hand, the blade of the knife was bright, and he could feel its sharpness and danger just by looking at the cold light.

Blood stained the windows red.

The butcher took the knife and stepped out of the carriage, and with a random flick of it, the blood on the knife sprinkled like a fan, and became bright again.

After washing the fishy smell on the knife in the water, he left as if nothing happened.

On the path outside the city, countless corpses surrounded three carriages and three bewildered horses, standing alone in the morning light.

......

On this day, Chang'an City was sealed, the vermilion gate was tightly closed, and more than 50,000 barbarian troops outside the city stood in order, and the young king wearing golden armor personally walked up to the city wall, raised the golden sword, and ignited the flames of the troubled times.

At the same time, Li Wenshuo picked up a rusty iron sword on the side of the country road, took the sword technique, took Luo Jiuyi, and flew towards the Li family Zhuangzi in Wanzhou without looking back.

The injuries on his body have not healed, but he only feels relaxed, the iron sword Baihong is thousands of miles a day, and it didn't take long for him to return to Zhuangzi and go straight to Fuzhong.