At this moment, the Wen family mansion was particularly quiet, and even the sound of insects disappeared. A gust of wind blew, and only the red lanterns hanging under the eaves were shaking slightly.

Candles as thick as babies' arms burned in the hall, and fireworks jumped, illuminating the figures of people splitting into two on the wall, making it a bit mysterious.

The laughter and joy just now, the warmth of drinking just now, and the impulse of desire just now were all poured by a basin of ice water, and it was cold from the outside to the inside.

Everyone is running away, but for them, they are weak and their hands and feet are constantly trying to control each other. The door is right in front of them, but one step is a difference between life and death.

The demon who was grinning and holding a knife, he was guarding the door, he was killing.

Whether men or women, old or young, guests or servants, as long as those who come into his sight, they are all ruthlessly cut under the knife.

Either a sword, or a sword in two halves.

He ruthlessly took out his sword and harvested ruthlessly.

No one in the audience could stop him from having a knife.

Miss Wen sat in the main seat of the banquet, her expression still a little dull.

Everything that happened in front of her had a great impact on her, so she could not come back to her senses for a long time.

Until a scream, a bloody head flew up in the sky and rolled down the table to her, and the wide eyes seemed to be silently accusing:

Why?!

"Stop! Xiaojun, stop!"

Miss Wen screamed in pain.

What exactly happened?

Why did a good banquet turn into a bloody scene today, and the executioner holding the knife was her brother.

No!

This is not her younger brother, this is a demon!

A demon wearing her brother's skin!

"Who are you?!"

Miss Wen had red eyes, stared at the young man holding a knife in the hall, and asked hysterically:

"What's wrong with my brother?"

The executioner stopped the knife because there was no living in the field.

His eyes turned bloody due to excitement and excitement, so his clean robe was soaked in blood. Blood beads dripped along the corners of his clothes. His feet were covered with broken limbs and broken legs, and blood dyed the carpet red.

He had never enjoyed such a joyful killing.

Everyone is like a lamb to be slaughtered, he is like the heaven that judges sentient beings, and no one can escape his verdict.

This is power!

The power to dominate everything!

The executioner raised the knife in his hand and looked around, without a single mouthful. Then he let out a perverted and intimate laugh at Miss Wen:

"Sister, don't you know me anymore? I am Xiaojun, your younger brother Wen Zhengjun!"

"I'm back! From today on, you will leave it to me to protect you. I will protect you and no one can bully you!"

Miss Wen shook her head in pain: "No, you are not my younger brother. Xiaojun is an upright and kind person. She can't even kill a chicken. She can't be an executioner like you!

Why do you look like Xiaojun?

What happened to you to my brother?"

"He is your younger brother Wen Zhengjun, who is like a fake one."

A faint sound came from the depths of the night sky.

The siblings looked out the door and saw a handsome man in white clothes and beautiful body appearing behind the door.

The handsome man looks only in his twenties, but also seems to be in his thirties. His temperament is like the night at this moment, full of mystery.

He stepped across the threshold and walked on the blood-stained carpet, but he seemed to be walking on a bright red carpet, with elegant steps and neither happy nor sad.

Seeing this person, Wen Zhengjun's face turned upright and he knelt on the ground with a knife:

"I did it, Master."

"good."

The handsome man swept across the hall of corpses and nodded with satisfaction:

"With their sacrifice of swords, your merciless killing is here to get up."

"Thank you, Master."

Wen Zhengjun stood up.

He held the knife and followed the handsome man, with a blood-red light flashing in his eyes, bloodthirsty and impulsive.

"You are Xiaojun's sister. As expected, you are just as beautiful and dignified as Xiaojun said. "

The handsome man walked up to Miss Wen and introduced himself:

"My name is Ying Tianqing. Now I am Xiaojun's master. I may disturb you for a while in the next period of time."

Miss Wen's expression was full of pain and helplessness at this moment.

No matter what difficulties and obstacles she had, she was not afraid, she had to grit her teeth and hold on.

Because she still had to live with her parents' expectations and hand over the Wen family's business to her younger brother.

Her younger brother is all her support.

So the younger brother left and disappeared. She was anxious and frightened, and she wanted to find her younger brother.

When my brother came back.

But he changed.

The younger brother in her heart is not the executioner in front of her.

Miss Wen stood up with great difficulty, and the food and drink were all drugged. Otherwise, the people present would not have no masters, but were killed by Wen Zhengjun alone.

"Xiaojun, are you still my younger brother Xiaojun?"

Miss Wen looked at the boy covered in blood in front of her, her lips trembling.

Wen Zhengjun nodded firmly to Miss Wen:

"Sister, I will always be your younger brother Xiaojun."

"No, my brother is so kind, he is so kind to others, he will not be someone like you.

The people lying here are some of your friends and relatives. They are all those who have helped me and you.

But they all died, at the hands of an inhuman executioner.

Is such a person still my younger brother?"

Miss Wen's tears flowed silently down her cheeks.

Wen Zhengjun said, "If I want strength, they have to die. Sister, their death is not worthless. Only when they die can I become stronger.

Have you seen it? How powerful I am now, I can protect your sister.”

Miss Wen looked at the longing and excited light in Wen Zhengjun's eyes and gradually became silent.

The younger brother in front of her became too strange. She looked at the handsome man and said tragically:

"Why did my brother become like this? What did you do to him?"

Ying Tianqing shook her head and said:

"I just taught him what strength is."

"It seems that he is doing well in his homework. A little bloodshed can bring about improvement in his own strength. Why not do it? And he can also become a teacher.

Do you know how many people in the world are asking for it but not getting it?"

"Look, how beautiful the flowers on this ground are."

Ying Tianqing walked to Miss Wen, pulled her to her legs, and lifted her chin and said frivolously:

"To be honest, your brother has a very poor qualification. I must have looked down on such an apprentice in the past.

But his persistence in power touched me.

Haha, you know?

That day when he saw me, he knelt on the ground excitedly and asked me to accept him as his disciple, and his head was swollen even when it was pounding.

I have never seen such a stupid child, wouldn't he be afraid that I will kill him?

But I was in a good mood that day, so I gave him a small test."

Ying Tianqing grabbed the chopsticks that Miss Wen had used just now, and took a bite of the wine and food on the table with bloodstains. As for the medicine inside, it was the medicine he gave to Wen Zhengjun, so how could he hurt him?

Miss Wen wanted to struggle, but was firmly held down by a big hand.

But Dashou was very disciplined and did not do anything to her.

"Xiaojun, tell me what the test I gave you?"

Wen Zhengjun looked at Miss Wen, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across her face, but she still said:

"My master asked me to soak in the septic tank for three days."
Chapter completed!