"Thank you for coming. Ren Facai bowed down to one of the leading men in this group of martial artists.

"No need. "That person is a young man in white, the clothes are Su embroidery from this year's tribute, he looks very handsome and handsome, his figure is as tall as a gun, playing with the slender nails of his hands, the nails are flashing with blood-red light, and his eyes are gray, as if covered by a layer of sandpaper.

This is one of the chief guards of the East Palace Guard, and he is a close confidant of the crown prince.

"Ren Facai, I brought you a sentence, the master said, as long as you are faithful, I will never treat you badly in the future. The young man looked down at Ren Facai condescendingly.

"That's, that's. Ren Facai nodded grovelly, like a pug, and without a trace, he stuffed a few pieces of tissue paper into the young man's hand.

"Huh?" the young man looked down, a big piece of red paper as thin as silk, engraved with the portrait painted by Saint Wu Daozi for the grandfather, this is the Great Qian treasure banknote, with this treasure banknote, as long as it is in the silver number of the Great Qian Dynasty, you can take out a thousand taels of silver.

"Master Ren, what do you mean by this?" The young man flicked his slender nails, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Invite a few brothers to come here, I can't tell the brothers to drink some tea, take it to let the brothers drink tea, this winter is strangely cold, Mo Leng spoils the body. "Ren Facai bows his head and listens respectfully, like a domestic slave.

"Alas, since that's the case, I'm also disrespectful, if everyone has your thoughts, our Daqian Dynasty can steam up, okay, I'm leaving, you can watch that kid yourself." ”

"Yes, yes. The group of armor soldiers walked out slowly, and Ren Facai raised his head and said to the people beside him, "Go find Master Chen and Master Li to come and see him." ”

"Yes. ”

The Supreme Treasure, who was under house arrest in the guest room, fell into a deep silence, thinking of the crying face of the little girl on the road, remembering Ren Facai's words, and the prince's crime, and his heart was full of bitterness and self-blame after the anger receded.

The two guards outside the gate were martial arts people hired by Ren Facai at a great price, blocking his gate and preventing him from going out.

"Behind every acquired martial artist is the blood, tears and pain of countless children!

"I want to escape, go home and take my family to the south, raise the anti-flag, rebuild the dynasty, and return justice to the people of the world!"

"My strength is not the opponent of these people at all!"

The two at the door are the acquired martial artists, the owners of the two famous martial arts halls in Yujing City.

The acquired martial artist has a thousand powers, he can pinch the iron rod into a ball, and he can smash all the internal organs of a person into pieces with one punch, plus the weapon in his hand, how can the Supreme Treasure be an opponent empty-handed?

"No, no!" Supreme Treasure suddenly thought of something, and stood up suddenly, slamming into the table because of the excessive movement.

"The Jiuju faction is also under the command of the crown prince, Bai Haishan, Ren Facai, too, but Bai Haishan told me that the zombies cultivated by the Jiuju faction, the next target is Ren Facai, what is going on? Wrong, wrong!" Supreme Treasure frowned and thought hard.

He was also very sleepy, and when he thought about it, he fell asleep.

"The rotation of the heavens is all vain, it is not as good as bliss, it is happy and chic, boys and girls are bliss, playing with three thousand, you can achieve the supreme avenue, as for the kindness of human nature, what does it have to do with me?" A middle-aged man in his forties, with long hair flowing and a vicious light in his eyes, holding a smooth child in both hands.

The child screamed in pain as if he had suffered from Ling Chi, a huge python drilled around, and the blood splattered out like water, and soon dyed the ground red, and after a while, the child's screams slowly, faintly, the middle-aged man threw it to the ground with disdain, and soon, the child's body turned into a pile of white bones.

"Three hundred, three hundred, I can achieve the Supreme Dao!" the middle-aged man let out a long sigh, as if he had smoked a big cigarette, and his pleasure reached an extreme, and even his face was distorted.

One, two, three, the blood on the ground dried up and was stained with new blood, the earth never faded, heaps, two, three, the bones piled up more and more, and the ghosts in the air let out a silent roar, but to no avail.

"No!" Supreme Treasure watched all this go on, he was like a ghost, he could only watch, but he couldn't do anything, his eyes were endless bones and blood, and his heart was filled with anger that was enough to burn everything.

"No, let them go!" The children's immature and innocent faces flashed in front of him, but they slowly disappeared, leaving only a pair of white bones and twisted souls.

"Why did you do this to them!—why!" Despair, impotence, and anger filled his chest, and he let out a roar of rage to the extreme.

At this time, the Supreme Treasure felt that his chest was about to explode, and he jumped up from the bed, and his body was covered with cold sweat.

"It's just a dream, it's just a dream. Supreme Treasure subconsciously wiped a handful of sweat and couldn't stop comforting himself.

"Everything that is happening is the past, the present, and the future, do you want to stop it?"

A neutral voice, inaudible male or female, suddenly resounded through the room.

"Who are you?" asked the Supreme Treasure, stiffening suddenly, and scanning the room vigilantly.

"I'm right at your waist. The voice added.

"Waist?" Supreme Treasure's pupils contracted slightly, and he touched his waist, only the companion bag he was born with.

"You open and shake it. The voice laughed, plain words, but full of bewitching power, knowing that the voice may not have good intentions, but still uncontrollably did what he said.

"Bang, bang!"

A round purple-gold gourd rumbled out of the bag, followed by a golden rod with golden ends and a bright silver in the middle.

The Supreme Treasure has experienced many scenes during this time, but he was not afraid, but he just frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

"You will naturally know what this gourd is in the future, and this treasure bag is a treasure with a lot of things inside, you can store things, you keep it yourself, as for what I am, you don't have to ask, you just need to know that I am only good for you, no harm. ”

"Are you this stick?" asked the Supreme Treasure tentatively.

"Hmph, in terms of age, you can call me an old ancestor, let me ask you, those children have nothing to do with you, why are you so angry?"

"I just can't stand it, these people, they all deserve to die!"

"I can't stand it, hehe, in this world, even the Great Sage Buddha and the immortal gods are unaccustomed to it, and when they can't stand it, they can only be helpless, most people in the world will only feel that it is none of their business, even if there are people who are not used to it, under the suppression of powerful forces, they can only retract their heads and endure it. ”

The Supreme Treasure glared suddenly, and his golden pupils seemed to penetrate the six realms of reincarnation, thirty-three days, "But I don't want to endure it, I want to overthrow this shackle and break this confinement!"

"Men's line, when violent, kill one person in ten steps, don't stay for thousands of miles, this is happy, if you watch these children die tragically and are indifferent, or even acquiesce, when you are an accomplice, you are not as good as pigs and dogs!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The crimson golden pupils glowed with murderous intent, and the young man's handsome face looked a little distorted under the gloomy light.

The stick fell silent, then suddenly jumped up and stood up, "Take it, hit it out, remember, my name is Ru-Yi-Jin-Hoop-Stick!"