But Yan Chun, who has always been a superior, was not completely intimidated even at this time, raised the whip in his hand, looked at Xiong Qiang coldly, and said: "Get out of my way, Lao Tzu is merciful today, as long as you get out of the way, I can let you go." ”

Listening to Yan Chun's words like a daydream, Xiong Qiang sneered, and this smile, in Yan Chun's eyes, was like a demon.

It was the first time he felt so frightened, he felt that the person in front of him was no longer a human at all, but a terrible ghost, no one's laughter could make people feel their scalp tingle, and no laughter could make people creepy, but now Xiong Qiang's laughter made Yan Chun feel a feeling of being cold all over his body, which was a kind of fear from the deepest part of his heart.

Yan Chun's eyes widened, he took two steps back, looking at these cold eyes without the slightest emotion, his whole body was trembling slightly.

Xiong Qiang slowly followed two steps, looked at Yan Chun evilly, and said, "Do you think this is still in Jiudao Villa? You demon, today I will avenge Bai Lan and those slaves who were beaten to death by your whipping stick." ”

Yan Chun listened, his heart was also a lot colder, but seeing that Xiong Qiang was still bound by shackles and shackles, his panic was reduced by two points, he raised the whip in his hand, and said calmly: "You dog, today I want to see how you avenge that dead girl." ”

Saying that, he gritted his teeth, and the whip in his hand was drawn on Xiong Qiang's body one by one, although the whip was short, it could be whipped on a person's body, but it could whip a person to the point that the skin was broken, a whip may not be anything to Xiong Qiang, but after several whips in a row, the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow was also painful and made Xiong Qiang kneel to the ground.

Seeing that the man in front of him who was like an iron tower just now actually knelt down in front of him, the timidity in Yan Chun's heart also disappeared, but he smiled proudly and said: "Dog, in front of me, you will always be a dog who is bullied by me, and now you are still kneeling in front of Lao Tzu?"

As he spoke, Yan Chun's face became hideous again, and he drew towards Xiong Qiang's body again.

"Smack!"

That pain almost made Xiong Qiang feel like he was suffocating, but he gritted his teeth and didn't snort, but the killing intent in his eyes when he looked at Yan Chun was stronger.

Looking at the slave who was curled up into a ball by him, Yan Chun not only did not feel half a point of joy, but became more and more angry, just now, he was almost frightened by the momentum of this slave, and was intimidated by a slave who was inferior to a pig and dog, he felt that this was the humiliation of his Yan Chun's life, so the whip in his hand was also pumping more and more urgently, and he scolded and said in his mouth: "I don't know whether to live or die, dare to provoke my majesty, I will ...... you to death today!"

However, at this time, after his whip went down, he did not pull it back smoothly, only to see that the whip that was drawn out had been firmly grasped in Xiong Qiang's hand, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull the whip out of Xiong Qiang's hand.

When Xiong Qiang raised his head and looked at Yan Chun, Yan Chun's words that were held in his mouth couldn't be said anymore, because at this time, Xiong Qiang's face had completely changed, and there was a deep whip mark on his face, which was cut straight from his left forehead to his right eye, making him look even more terrifying than a ghost, especially those eyes, that kind of killing intent had been strong to the extreme.

I only heard him roar, and his tower-like body suddenly stood up, then raised the iron shackles in his hand, and slammed Yan Chun's head viciously.

"Whew!" Yan Chun let out a pig-killing howl, and blood splattered everywhere on his fat head. He rolled on the ground in pain.

Xiong Qiang gasped in his mouth and roared, like a muffled thunder in the sky, he roared, and walked towards Yan Chun step by step.

And Yan Chun also came back to his senses from the pain at this time, looking at the large shadow cast by the tower man on his body, he felt that Xiong Qiang at this time was no longer that humble slave, but like a god who dominated his life, his eyes were full of fear, and he had forgotten the heart-piercing pain on his head, and said, "You...... Don't come here!"

Xiong Qiang sneered, and suddenly, he took two quick steps forward, and slammed the iron chain between the handcuffs on Yan Chun's short and thick neck.

Yan Chun's pupils were extremely dilated, and he was shocked by Xiong Qiang's powerful momentum, and he actually forgot to resist, and it was not until the cold iron chain was already around his neck that he struggled in panic.

"No...... Don't kill me!" Yan Chun said pleadingly.

"When I begged you to let Lan go that day, did you think about letting her go?" Xiong Qiang replied coldly. Then with the force of his hands, the iron chain tightened more and more tightly around Yan Chun's neck.

Seeing Yan Chun's eyes constantly rolling up, and his mouth began to foam at the mouth, Xiong Qiang still felt incomprehensible. "Ahh

Yan Chun held the cold iron chain in fear, his eyes were white, his two short and fat legs were desperately kicking, and his mouth made a burst of "click" sounds, but he couldn't speak.

When Yan Chun was strangled to death on his back, Xiong Qiang's tears also gushed out at this moment, and the anger and hatred he had hidden in his heart poured out like a flood opening the floodgates at this moment.

His voice choked, and he said almost dreamily: "Do you know what a good girl Bai Lan is? She is gentle, kind, lovely, and graceful, but such a good girl, but she died so miserably, and she had to suffer such humiliation before she died. You know, when she died, she didn't have a good piece of flesh on her body, and when she died, she was unclothed. Who caused all this? It's you, it's you, the demon Yan Chun, it's you, you're the bastard, you have today's retribution, it's you who deserve it!"

Speaking of this, Xiong Qiang also suddenly knelt down and roared hysterically: "Bai Lan, I have avenged you." ”

At this time, the anger in his heart was completely vented, and his physical strength was completely drained, and the whole person was like mud, paralyzed on the ground, panting for breath in his mouth, looking at the sky, as if Bai Lan was smiling shallowly at himself.

Yan Chun, who rolled down from his back, died quite terrifyingly, with his tongue sticking out, his eyes protruding, and his face covered with blood.

Seeing that Yan Chun was dead, Xiong Qiang suddenly felt extremely empty in his heart, and the boulder that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time seemed to have disappeared.

Everyone looked at this scene blankly, even including the man in white and Wang Yuanwai and others, how much hatred should Xiong Qiang have in his heart to trigger such a strong outburst?

But when this scene passed, the man also sneered, shifted his gaze to Wang Yuanwai, smiled coldly, and said, "Ding Wanqi, it's your turn now." ”

Looking at this bloodthirsty gaze, Wang Yuanwai was also trembling, and even his speech was a little blurred, and said, "I...... I'm not Ding Wanqi, my name is Wang Fulai, just a businessman. ”

Xiong Qiang, who had calmed down, sat paralyzed on the ground, looking at the scene in front of him, everything in front of him, he didn't quite understand, obviously he was a king, why did he become Ding Wanqi in this man's mouth? Who is Ding Wanqi?

At this time, I only heard the man say: "Don't be cunning, three years ago, you pretended to die in the hands of Tang Qi, hiding from the world, so that everyone in the world thought you were dead, originally you sang well in this play, and almost deceived me."

It's a pity that a year ago at the Xinyang Chu Country Inn, you disguised yourself as Xiao Er, ambushed halfway, killed the fire cloud of the Vulcan faction, and then used the sulfur bomb of the Vulcan faction to try to burn me, but you showed your horse's feet. Ranked third on the list of black hands, Ding Wanqi, you are really cunning! However, no matter how many identities you have, you only have one life, and I have decided on this life. ”

Wang Yuanwai suddenly smiled coldly and said: "Xiaoyaozi, I really can't imagine that I have been hidden for so long, and I was still dug out by you, and I really deserve to be the number one killer of the dark river." ”

The conversation between the two made Xiong Qiang incomprehensible, and he didn't want to think about it, just watched quietly. It's just that in his heart, there is an extremely ardent desire, that is, to worship these high-ranking people as teachers and learn a skill. Whenever he recalls the tragic death of Bai Lan beside him, but he has no power to resist, he feels extremely remorseful, and feels that he is extremely guilty, Bai Lan is his most beloved girl, a man who can't even protect his beloved woman, what kind of man is it?

Therefore, he longed for this kind of power, and with a sword sweep, no one could stop him. He felt that only with such power, then in the future, he would be able to protect the people he wanted to protect, although Bai Lan was dead, but at least he would no longer be bullied by others in the future, and he would no longer be reduced to a slave to be slaughtered, sold like a commodity, and worked like a cow and horse.

What's more, he didn't know anything about his life experience, he only knew that since he had a memory, he had been a servant in Jiudao Villa, if it weren't for the embroidered handkerchief he carried with him, I'm afraid he wouldn't even know what his name was.

After thinking about it so much, Xiong Qiang also came back to his senses and looked at the scene in front of him again.