Chapter 9: The Elegy for Death

The snow washes away the hustle and bustle of the world, and in the town, the quiet night in the forest is gradually washed away by the sunset, and the morning sun paints a sparkling red halo on the tops of the trees. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Beams of straight light pierced into the depths of the forest from the cracks in the canopy, shining on the ground, and the white snow shimmered with colorful light.

"Heh!hehe!"

A few noisy sounds came from not far away, and the seven teenagers in the inn were all **** on their upper bodies, sweating like rain, constantly waving their fists, hitting the trunk of the tree, and the snow shook off the tree.

"Haochen, you were comfortable enough yesterday, right?" A young man beside him, sixteen or seventeen years old, with a ** smile on his face, threw a wink at Zhao Haochen.

"Yes, yes, how's it going?" The rest of the teenagers also stopped, frowning.

Rolled his eyes, glanced at the six teenagers in front of him, walked to the side, put his coat on his body, glanced at a few people, and said in his heart: "What kind of person is this, perverted in my heart, my brother is the first brother of the twenty-first century." ”

"Do you have humanity! My life is hanging by a thread, and you still make fun of me!" Zhao Haochen snorted from his nose, but he still couldn't hold back, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, turned around, and whispered: "Why don't you try it too, I promise to make you drunk to death!"

"No, no, no...... No!no!no!never!" The six teenagers were all excited, feeling the cold behind them, unconsciously covering their buttocks with one hand, and quickly waved their hands, "No need, we believe in you!"

Zhao Haochen rolled his eyes again, with a look of disdain, and said in his heart: "You girl, Lao Tzu is from the 21st century, I haven't seen anything, a bunch of scum!"

"Xiao Ye, let me see your ......" Zhao Haochen pointed to something, and the treacherous smile made Ye Xingyu shudder suddenly, and he ran away.

Seven splendid teenagers, in the forest hot fight into a mess, knowing these teenagers, Zhao Haochen's mood is calm and soothing, Jianzi is also faintly affected, violent emotions are also very rare.

Chaoyang shrouded this inn located at the entrance of Tianyuan Town in a warm and harmonious red light. From the entrance of the inn, eleven straight paths paved with gray and white rocks look very old, and have been rubbed into a delicate and smooth stone surface in the wind, rain and years.

The snow covered it, and a convoy of cars and horses creaked in from a distance.

"Hurry up, grind, when will we arrive!" came a grumbling from the carriage, "give them some color, it's so slow!"

"Yes, sir!"

Several middle-aged people in their thirties, all holding long whips, walked over.

More than a dozen teenagers, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, a sword eyebrow soaring to the sky, messy hair, tattered clothes, pupils lost the brilliance of this age, dead silence and darkness filled it, and slowly moved forward with stiff steps.

Three middle-aged people walked over, their faces were full of anger, and they shook the long whip in their hands, the gray-black long whip like a snake, and with a "snap" sound, it was whipped on the thin bodies of several teenagers, accompanied by a vague sound of tearing flesh and blood, a bloody mouth bloomed on the fragile back, and gurgling blood flowed down from it, soaked in snow.

There was unbearable pain in the eyes of several teenagers, but it was only a low wail in their throats.

There were several more clear whip sounds, and the volley of whips pierced the silence of the forest, all echoing.

Several teenagers, covered in blood, walked with difficulty through the snow, and danced in the cold wind in a messy flash, shivering.

The body was scarred, huge wounds, spurting blood outward, several teenagers were tied behind their backs, and the hunger of a few days could give them the last bit of strength to resist.

I watched as the whip flung down from the air, lifting a thin layer of clothing and lifting the flesh and skin.

"My lord said, it's too slow, hurry up for me!" The middle-aged man next to him waved his whip with an impatient look on his face, as if only the sound of the whip could bring him the only trace of happiness.

"These beasts ......" Zhao Haochen's ice-like handsome face, most of which are hidden in the shadow of the leaves at the moment, the snow sparkles in the sunlight, and the bright spots of light reflected shine in his jewel-like translucent pupils, and his awe-inspiring gaze is full of killing meaning, bursting out in his eyes, his fists are clenched tightly, the soul of the sword is roaring, and he punches the ground fiercely, too hard, and sinks deep into the dirt on the ground.

"Do you want to do it with me?" At this moment, Zhao Haochen is fighting with Jianzi, and Jianzi has controlled his body, so these people will definitely not have a way to live, so it is very likely that his identity will be exposed, and this Tianyuan town will become a slaughterhouse.

A simple and kind countryman with a warmth that is not found in the metropolis of the 21st century. Local people, villagers and neighbors, harsh and kind bosses, and laughing and slapping partners, these will turn into a wisp of smoke and dust overnight, which is Zhao Haochen's persistence.

Killing, saving the sword, the sword is the king, this is the perseverance of the sword.

The confrontation of two souls, the battle of two worlds, the shock of two centuries, Jianzi refused to give up, and Zhao Haochen did not lose a piece of perseverance.

"There are so many people, we definitely can't beat them, I don't want to die yet, besides, do you want this Tianyuan Town to become a hell on earth for the sake of such a beautiful place?" Zhao Haochen was not afraid of the sharp eyes of the sword, his legs trembled, like playing a pipa, trembling, and a fear was spreading in his heart.

Jianzi's cold face, the killing aura was awe-inspiring, as if a sharp sword was coming straight towards him, Zhao Haochen retreated step by step, and his heart was inexplicably frightened.

Suddenly, cold, bloody, and killing, filled this body, and the arrogant and cold aura emanated, and the six people of Night Xingyu suddenly hit a wit, feeling that Zhao Haochen in front of him was too cold, fear climbed into everyone's heart, cold face, like a king in this cold wind, cold eyes seemed to penetrate the bottom of everyone's heart, and the cold voice made his thinking freeze, and there was no room for resistance.

"Uh-huh!" the six-year-old nodded in agreement.

The sword stood up, trampling through the snow, creaking like a call from death, more like an elegy from a funeral.

The six teenagers followed in fear and fear, the creaking snow kept ringing, and the Grim Reaper came out of the darkness step by step......