Chapter 12 The Death of the Ma Fairy

Master once said that there has never been an innocent person in the world. If a person lives in the world, he will hurt plants, insects and ants. If he wants to live better, he must hurt other people. The law of the jungle and the survival of the fittest, there is no fairness and justice. In the eyes of the family, people in the world are only divided into two types: useful and useless. For those who are useless, just think of them as pigs. If you want to scold them, you can kill them. You don't have any scruples.

Qin Yan once summoned up the courage to ask him: What about his relatives? If they don't know martial arts, strategy and spells, which category should they be classified?

The master smiled, and a few desolate meanings appeared on his always cold face: the disciples of the family have never had relatives.

Qin Yan asked: What would happen if he killed all the useless people in the world? Only a few useful people can still support the world?

Master replied: There are many useless people in the world. They can't do anything, but they breed very fast. With dozens of disciples of the Posawa sect alone, even if they let go and kill, they can't be killed from morning to night, so there is no need to have any scruples in this regard.

Master's words are not unreasonable. There are many people in the world who are not only useless, but also harmful, such as the Chinese army, Ma Donghao, and their group of subordinates. If you want to kill, you don't have to be soft-hearted. This group of evil people have neither conscience guilt nor much effort to kill. They can also erect a positive image of "killing harm in the name". It should be easy and happy... However, I have only killed more than 20 people. Why do I feel empty and uncomfortable in my heart, just like losing something important? What?

Yu Hanyan caught up and walked side by side with Qin Yan. She looked at Qin Yan's eyes and smiled: "Brother, is it the first time you have killed so many people and feel scared?"

Qin Yan was silent.

"Don't worry, my disciples of Jiulongfeng should defeat demons and punish evil and promote good. There is no need to hesitate at all. That group of people have their own way to die. If you don't kill them, can't you stand and let them kill them?

That's the reason, but...

At this moment, Qin Yan's heart suddenly twitched sharply, and an extremely throbbing feeling spread all over his body like an electric current, with a layer of goose bumps all over his body, and his footsteps suddenly stiffened halfway.

Yu Hanyan turned her body without hesitation, raised her hand and drew her sword.

Qin Yan turned around in a hurry and saw the source of warning signs that made him palpitations.

The Ma fairy, who was originally unconscious and ignored, had woke up and took out a square box-shaped thing from nowhere. The dark round tube at the front was aimed at the two people who were going side by side and shouted, "You two dogs and women, go to hell!"

The box is exactly the same as the burning dragon crossbow used by Mrs. Yue!

Extreme fear slowed down the passage of time. At that moment, it was infinitely elongation. Qin Yan's ears and eyes became extremely keen. He watched the fairy's fingers turn the switch, really heard the "bang", and then saw a black iron bead shot out of the cylinder and went straight to his door.

He could see the trajectory of the iron beads, but he didn't have time to dodge at all. He could only raise his hand to protect the door.

At the last moment, a desperate thought emerged in his heart: I still have so many joys in life that I have never enjoyed, will I die in such an ugly hand?

At this moment, a gorgeous arc flashed in front of him, and the jade cold smoke beside him waved a sword. This sword is as fast as thunder.

After this sword, the flying black iron beads were cut from the middle, half shot into the air, and the other half fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Everything happened between lightning and flithic. No one saw what had happened. They saw that the figure of Yu Hanyan had disappeared from the original place and appeared in front of the fairy the next moment. Looking at the frightening ugly face of the hemp fairy, a cruel smile appeared at the corners of Yu Hanyan's mouth. With a wave of the long sword in his hand, he saw a big head rising to the sky.

Yu Hanyan grabbed the head and stepped back a few steps, regardless of the blood gushing out of her neck and stained her clothes. She pointed the fairy's eyes at her headless body and asked softly, "Look at your dance before you die. How do you feel? Is it beautiful?"

At the urging of her internal force, Ma Xianzi's head could still maintain consciousness. She stared wide in horror and saw her body. Hot blood hissed out of his neck cavity, and his headless body fell to the ground. His two thick legs were still struggling to kick, kicking away the black cloth shoes, and the skirt was also broken. He still refused to stop and kept twitching and trembling.

"Look, you were so ugly when you were alive. Isn't it much more beautiful without a head? But be grateful to me..." Yu Hanyan's voice was like a devil's whisper, echoing in the fairy's head, accompanied by her sinking into the abyss.

The Ma fairy was forced to look at her last ugly state. She opened her mouth wide and wanted to shout wildly, but she couldn't make any sound until a few minutes later that she completely died in the deepest fear. At this time, her headless body had no strength and lay down quietly.

Yu Hanyan threw her head on her body, looked down at the blood stains on the sleeve of her left arm, and couldn't help frowning. She pulled out her long sword, cut half of her sleeve, tore it off and threw it away, revealing her jade-white arm, and then walked straight to the door.

Seeing the miserable end of Ma Xianzi, everyone looked at her with deep fear, and they didn't dare to have the slightest thoughts. Even a man like Yue Sihai stood aside and didn't dare to speak for a moment.

Yu Hanyan walked to Qin Yan and bent the corners of her lips, showing a smile like a flower: "How about it? Are you still afraid now?"

Qin Yan shook his head: "Thank you for your guidance. I feel much better now."

Yue Sihai and others looked at the back of them walking into the inn and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The anger of this pair of brothers is really terrible, and even their own side is frightened. If Jiulongfeng's disciples are all like this, it is not difficult to imagine the reason for its prestige.

In the middle of the night, Qin Yan tossed and turned, making it difficult to sleep. He forced himself to close his eyes and breathe gently, but the distractions in his mind poured in, casting a fierce image in the dark and pounced at him one by one. Huajun, Lao San, Ma Donghao, Wu Tong, and those villains who died under his sword before they could report their names. They dragged their bloody bodies and climbed out from the depths of the night, with fierce sad uttering in their mouths, as if they had gathered under his bed.

Damn, you deserved scum, why did you die and disturb me to live in peace!

Qin Yan only felt hot all over and anxious. He slapped the quilt and opened his eyes. The moonlight in front of the bed was bright, and there was a bright moon outside the window. How could there be any fierce ghost?

It's ridiculous that the chief disciple of the bloody wolf monk would be scared like this because he killed a few more people. He thought he was sneaky and went to hell!

It doesn't matter. Take advantage of the bright moon and simply go out for a walk to see if there is really something that dares to block my young master's way.