Zheng Tao's thoughts go back to the past with the passage of time.

Under the setting sun, several figures walked into a harmonious village with the oblique shadow of the setting sun laughing. "Mother, I'm back. "Chaoyang walked into a house with a big Louzi on his back, and the Louzi was full of fish and shrimp, and it was obvious that he had just come from the river.

Chaoyang's mother nodded Chaoyang's forehead and said with a smile: "Go to dinner, don't come back so late in the future, you little naughty ghost!"

"Hmm"

How simple, kind, and honest the whole village is, they don't fight with the world, they don't seek fame and fortune, they don't seek the supreme road, they don't pursue the way of eternal life, they just want to live a peaceful life until the moment when they close their eyes forever.

Although they work hard, they never complain, although they don't have enough to eat all the time, they also distribute food to the poorer, although they have many peerless treasures, but they don't practice, they know that once they practice, they will cause grievances and break out cause and effect.

They are so kind, they are very kind to everyone, and they never care about the trouble caused to them by other people's negligence. How simple and kind they are.

But, that day, that night. A killing completely tore apart the beauty of this village, torn their good life, and took away their lives, but it made this continent dye with an inexplicable color.

That night, the moon was high and the night was dark. Only four of them slaughtered almost the entire village, and that day the blood flowed and the sky began to pour rain, as if weeping for them. At the moment before the death of each villager, how unwilling and painful they were, their relatives fell in front of them one by one, but they were powerless, watching them fall, and then they themselves fell in this pool of blood.

And those four people, but only for those peerless treasures, some things that do not belong to them, they, slaughter the village.

It was precisely because Ye Mengqing, Chaoyang and other children went out to the mountain at night to reunite on fire that they escaped this catastrophe and massacre.

Before the four of them left, one person picked up a piece of jade and didn't know what to say, so he put away the jade and walked away.

Ye Xiong looked at the stars in the sky and said to Chaoyang: "Brother Yang, are we going back, otherwise we will be scolded if we go back late." Chaoyang also looked at the sky, jumped up and said, "Guys, let's go! Go home and sleep!"

Many children, with Chaoyang as the head, Chaoyang spoke, they also looked at the stars in the sky, stopped the interest at hand, and a group of people walked from the top of the mountain towards the village while talking and laughing, they did not know that the village had suffered such a catastrophe, a disaster of blood and light

"Hmph, hum, hum..............." Ye Xiong hummed a small tune that the old people in the village often hang in their mouths.

"Today was a great day"

"Well, go catch a few fish tomorrow, the fish there taste good"

"Let's gather again tomorrow night."

"Well, let's call Xiaohong and Little Turtle Rice!"

A group of children talked as they walked, and laughter echoed in the mountains in the dark night. All this is so beautiful, but, the next moment, how cruel!

"Ah————" Ye Qingmeng saw the scene in front of her, and was directly frightened and fainted, she was still a child, and she was still a girl, and this scene in front of her almost made her have a nervous breakdown.

"Daddy——, mother—" The group of children cried and ran towards the corpses. The scene in front of them was unacceptable to them.

"Uncle Ye, what's wrong with you, wake up!"

"Old Chen, ancient, what's wrong with you, wake up!"

"Auntie, Grandpa Xiao, why are you like this, what happened?"

Chaoyang flipped over several corpses, his immature face full of grief, sadness, and collapse.

When Chaoyang ran to the door of his house, people were immediately stunned, "Dad, mother.........". Chaoyang staggered at his feet, his face was pale, and there was not a trace of blood.

As if fascinated, he stared blankly at the two corpses lying in a pool of blood. He cried, he often said that men don't flick when they have tears, but he still cried, crying so madly, crying so sadly, crying that the heavens and the earth seemed to be sad for him.

Chaoyang knelt down towards the two corpses and kowtowed three times heavily, each of which was so heavy that blood flowed down his forehead.

Chaoyang's eyes looked at the two corpses quietly, his gaze was so gentle, so gentle.

But in his eyes, in addition to the color of blood, it is still blood. The blood, which drained his face, stained his eyebrows red, and also affected his vision.

His life can only be accompanied by blood.

The rain, which was falling heavily, soaked him all over.

He's always there muttering to himself.

"Dad, mother, Yang'er is not filial, Yang'er is back, Yang'er no longer listens to you, but please, you come back!"

"Dad, mother, Yang'er is here, please talk to Yang'er, okay?

When you don't lose it, you don't know the pain of losing it! How beautiful yesterday's memories are, but after all, they are just memories.

Yesterday's scolding is still lingering in your ears, and your figure is still fluttering in front of you.

This night's parting is the eternal separation of yin and yang.

When you are there, you don't know your goodness, and when you leave forever, you are so sad.

I really think this is a dream, when I wake up, I can still see you, if not, may the heavens make a dream, so that I will sink into this dream forever!

The rain hits everything, and the wind roars with the drops of rain. In this world of blood and tears, the crying of the teenagers tells the tragic truth.

"There are still people!" Far away, three Heavenly Dao Sect's inner disciples, Edgeworth, flew over.

One of the disciples looked at the surrounding environment and asked the leading disciple in shock, "Senior Brother Liang, how do these children be placed outside?"

Liang Hao looked at the corpses around him, frowned and thought: "I didn't think that the Dark Spirit Department would kill like this, I'm afraid there are only a few people in the village, should I let them go or kill them?"

Liang Hao's forehead wrinkled into three black lines, and he regretted coming here to clean up the troubles. Now, if he ordered them to be killed, he couldn't stand it, and his junior brother couldn't stand it. If they don't kill them, the elders can't afford to blame them.

"Senior brother, I think it's better to let them go! They are so small, they have no ability, no exercises, no financial resources, and no connections, why should we kill them? We don't major in the way of killing!" said one of the disciples to Liang Hao's left, and the surrounding environment was almost unbearable for him.

The other disciple also nodded, this kind of perverted killing, this was the first time he had seen it, and now he was deeply touched.

Liang Hao pondered quietly, drifting, not knowing whether to kill or not.

"Alas, the elder's indication, it's not that we can fight the enemy, let's try to help them!" Liang Hao sighed, he had already reached the limit of what he could do, and it was not against his own heart.

Several sharp sword lights flew towards the crying children with a strong aura.

"Poof, poof, poof, poof, poof"

Several children collapsed in pools of blood in their cries.

They didn't explain anything to the kids, and they didn't express that they were under tremendous pressure to help them as much as they could. Because they know that killing someone is killing someone, and what is the use of explaining, and why do they need to explain.

Maybe Liang Hao seems to them, these children may be the first time they have met, maybe they are some unrelated passers-by in a hurry in their lives, but they still choose to help.

Perhaps, only like them, can they not violate their own hearts, how much they can help, and do their best to help as much as they can.

They did not remain indifferent to the bell and carried out a killing. They didn't show mercy and sacrifice themselves to help them, they just chose what was most in their hearts.

A sword light came down, and only two people survived in the end.

Chaoyang, Ye Qingmeng

Ye Qingmeng escaped because he fainted.

Chaoyang, because of good luck, escaped.