Chapter 20 Blood-stained Human World

Death is the ultimate mystery. People always have a natural awe in the face of death. In most cases, it is not that the ignorant are fearless, but because of ignorance, they are afraid.

At Yi Xiaoyu's home.

The man smelled of cold death and slowly approached Yi Xiaoyu, who was unable to move because of fear. His voice was frightening: "Since Zhang Lei has done a bad job, let me end you."

After saying that, Yi Xiaoyu waved a piece of blood on his chest and fell to the ground heavily. The man wanted to turn around and leave, but suddenly stopped, frowned slightly, looked doubtful, turned his head and looked at Yi Xiaoyu who fell to the ground.

"Isn't he dead yet?" The man tested Yi Xiaoyu's breath with his fingers and found that there was still a breath. "This is impossible, human beings... and so on!"

The man suddenly stopped and found that Yi Xiaoyu's wound was gradually healing.

"This woman shouldn't be..." The man didn't think much about it. He raised his sword and wanted to cut her neck directly.

"Enough. Xiao Nanhuo."

The man stopped and looked back. It turned out to be Shan Xue.

"You can only feel your soul when you want to do it," Shan Xue said coldly and walked to Xiao Nanhuo. "What evokes your murderous nature?"

"The only thing I care about is why I didn't see Aota." Xiao Nanhuo did not put away his sword, but turned to Shan Xue.

"You did a good job this time. Even Jin Minzhong came. The dead man can only go there first.

"That's good. If he is not here..." Xiao Nanhuo suddenly rushed to Shan Xue and scratched it with a sword. Shan Xue was shocked. Her body naturally dodged, and her arm was still scratched.

Shan Xue ignored the wound and let the blood flow. She stared at Xiao Nanhuo, her eyes full of disappointment, and her voice was sad and slightly angry: "Why? Why did you choose to be a murderous demon with superb medical skills?

"You know that I just asked you to hide, and it won't be like this next time," Xiao Nanhuo raised his sword again. "I will spare your life and think about the feelings of the past."

"Do you think I will beg for mercy?" Shan Xue pulled out the sword, and the sword slowly turned into a crescent machete.

"Is the first level of life? Do you think you can deal with me to this extent?

Shan Xue picked up the crescent machete and drew a cross against the air, and then split the cross with a knife. She saw dozens of cross knives flying to Xiao Nanhuo, while Xiao Nanhuo stood still and took out his sword and quickly rotated to block all the knives.

Who would have thought that Shan Xue was already at the back of his head, and the sword split a white flame. Xiao Nanhuo sneered and still blocked it with his sword.

The white flame quickly spread and surrounded Xiao Nanhuo. Shan Xue flew in the air and saw her frown. An iron tower fall from the sky to trap Xiao Nanhuo. Shan Xue put away the machete and put her hands together to set fire on the iron tower. After a while, the tower exploded.

Sand Xue fell to the ground breathlessly, but she didn't expect that the sound of Xiao Nanhuo came from the thick smoke-

"So that's it... Your strength has grown to the point where you can give up chanting or even give up summoning to release spells."

Xiao Nanhuo jumped up from the thick smoke, and he didn't even hurt his clothes. "What an amazing rising speed."

Xiao Nan's fire instantly came to her and looked at her face with a sneer.

Shan Xue was frightened and quickly retreated. Her arm was still pulled by Xiao Nanhuo. Xiao Nanhuo gently pulled, and Shan Xue's whole body fell to the ground.

"If you want to keep the source of courage to rescue, I advise you to save it," Xiao Nanhuo didn't look at Shan Xue. "If you don't show all your strength, I'm afraid you can't stand people to save you."

Shan Xue looked at Xiao Nanhuo, who was unharmed, and always felt that her heart had been stabbed - why did this kind of strength that surpass the cabinet master choose to go to the ages!

"If you want to know. Just let you know." Shan Xue staggered and stood up, with a slightly bitter smile and said, "Second life, white fire sword."

Shan Xue used the second layer of soul, and the sword body slowly disappeared. Shan Xue's body was surrounded by a white fire. She had an extra pair of gloves and was also surrounded by a more shining white fire.

"Second life?" Xiao Nanhuo sneered and said, "This dazzling flame really doesn't match your snow name."

The house has completely caught fire. I don't know when Yi Xiaoyu was moved to the big house by Shan Xue - it turned out that this was the yard of Yi Xiaoyu's house. Yi Xiaoyu's mother called Yi Xiaoyu anxiously, and his father quickly called the fire alarm.

Shan Xue looked at them with heartache and frowned, "Let's start."

Shan Xue waved her fists, and two fires turned into white foxes rushed to Xiao Nanhuo. Xiao Nanhuo actually easily pushed them away with only with his hands. A fox fire flew to Yi Xiaoyu's house, and another fox fire hit the wall.

After the wall came into contact with the fox fire, there was a huge explosion. Yi Xiaoyu's parents were knocked down by the explosion, and Yi Xiaoyu's house caught fire.

Stan Xue looked at this scene anxiously and annoyed, but did not find that Xiao Nanhuo had gone behind her, and his death-like voice came behind her--

"I have given you enough chance. It's your fault not to use it for life.

Shan Xue was trying to avoid it, but suddenly felt that her body was cold, her eyes were dark, and she lost consciousness.

Xiao Nanhuo looked at the unconscious Shan Xue and Yi's parents, and his expression did not change at all. He actually threw Shan Xue out of the danger range. Then he walked to the unconscious Yi family and kicked all three into the fire.

"What I want to let you know is..." Xiao Nan walked to Shan Xue's side, bent down and whispered in her ear, "I didn't draw my sword and killed them directly because I wanted you to understand that these three human beings died in your flames."

Xiao Nanhuo kissed Shan Xue's cheek and disappeared here.

At 13:50 on May 13, Shan Xue, please remember this moment and hate me forever. Don't try to make me go back.

Because everything can't go back.

The studio.

Humans cannot face up to the animal nature left by human beings themselves that have evolved as animals, so they will think that it is a dirty thing that is invisible to humans. In essence, it is a place of human inferiority and shame. If you look at it from a bright and tolerant perspective, these are nothing more than some beasts and desires buried in the depths of human nature.

The blood-eating body wears red tights, and the deep V clothes reveal her hot figure. It is estimated that many men have fallen under her pomegranate skirt. Blood-eating leisurely walked into the second floor of the studio and looked at the old man who was eating fruit and basking in the sun.

"Old Zhang San, I didn't expect you to enjoy it so much when he died," he smiled enchantingly and stroked his short hair with his right hand. "I'll solve you first, and then kill Ji Xiaoji, a low-level Italian person."

When the old man heard Ji Xiaoji's name, he had a little reaction. He paused and still ignored the blood-eating provocation and still ate fruit, but the veteran holding the fruit was obviously shaking.

He was a little annoyed and rushed to the table in front of the old man and kicked over. The fruit on the table was scattered all over the ground. The old man looked at the fruit falling on the ground and his body was shaking violently.

"Ha!?" Blood-eating laughed, "Isn't it still trembling with fear?"

The old man still ignored blood-eating, slowly left the chair and squatted down, bent down to the nearest apple, picked it up, wiped it with his clothes, as if he was talking to blood-eating, but more like talking to an apple, "You can't do this... It's not easy for Xiaoji to make some money, and you can't ruin his heart."

Blood did not get angry this time, showed an evil smile, licked the sword with his tongue, walked to the old man, and kicked the old man over. The old man's hand still held the apple tightly.

"Ha? Do you feel sorry for the fruit that the boy bought you with the money he earned from working on the plate? The blood-eating laughter became more and more harsh. She stepped on a banana under her feet and took out her sword to scratch all the fruits around her. "I like to destroy what others think is the best."

A cold light appeared in his blood-eating eyes, staring at the old man and saying evilly, "Because your moon world has taken away the best things that belong to me... So I want to destroy a lot of things that you moon warriors cherish."

The old man's body trembled crazily, and turbid tears raged on his wrinkled face. He still ate the only remaining apples one bite after another, ate blood and kicked over again, and the apples flew out.

The old man burst into tears and his body trembled even more. He climbed to the apple with difficulty. When his hand was about to touch the apple, blood-eating suddenly stepped on the old man's hand. The old man's facial features were twisted together because of pain.

"Do you still want to eat? Ah!?" Blood-eating fiercely stepped on the broken apple and shouted, "I also let you feel how it feels when the best thing is taken away! Let your life be worse than death!"

The old man lay on the ground gasping and crying. He turned around, knelt on the ground, and said to the blood-eating, "Please..."

He looked back and was stunned.

"Please... I've been a coward all my life, and it's okay to continue to be a coward before I die... Please, don't, don't..." The old man's face was covered with dust and washed away by tears. "Please, don't kill Xiaoji..."

The smile on her blood-eating face became ferocious again. She pointed her sword at the old man and asked, "Why do you stay in the human world?"

The old man stopped crying, and the sun sprinkled on his face. The old man looked at the dazzling sun, but did not close his eyes and smiled happily. He said, "Because... the fruit of the human world is delicious..."

Before the old man finished his words, he waved his sword at the old man's neck. Blood splashed everywhere. The old man fell to the ground, his legs twitched crazily for a while, and he never moved again.

......

Ji Xiaoji is walking towards the stronghold of the dead man. On the way, he has always had a sense of oppression and painful pain from the depths of his heart. He doesn't know where this pain comes from.

When he arrived at the dry man's residence, he found that the wall had been sealed by the curse. Ji Xiaoji stood in front of the wall and frowned and thought about what would make the four of them pour out?

The feeling of tingling came. Ji Xiaoji suddenly felt that his heart seemed to have been hit hard, which was very painful. He bent down, covered his heart with his left hand, and the bean-sized sweat fell down one after another.

This is the smell of death, this is the smell of blood.

Ji Xiaoji suddenly raised his head, his face was full of panic, and rushed back to the studio at an unimaginable speed. When he arrived at the bottom of the studio, the premonition that made him afraid became stronger and stronger. He trembled and tried to control himself to stabilize himself.

He was afraid, calmed himself down, and slowly pushed open the door of the studio on the second floor. At that moment, the disgusting smell of blood came to his nose, and groups of flies were flying in front of him.

Ji Xiaoji saw everything in front of him, and his head buzzed as if he had been beaten by a heavy stone. He was powerless and knelt on the ground. His mouth could not be bigger because of pain and hatred. His facial features were distorted to deformation. Ji Xiaoji kept trembling. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't make any sound.

After a few seconds of silence, Ji Xiaoji's painful roar came from the studio: "Mr. Zhang!"

The birds on the tree outside the window were scattered, and only a few cicadas were still singing sadly. The sun fell on the window sill and shone on the completely trampled apple, but it was extremely beautiful.