Chapter 401 My rule is to disarm and not kill

Author: Shi Deng

Yan Wanqing stood aside, lowering his eyebrows and pleasing to his eyes, and his eyes were filled with irony.

If Song Huaxu really took Song Ning to heart, how could he not recognize that the bloody monster was the one he put in the tip of his heart?

If I didn't take it to heart, why would I rather change my body to the heavens and longevity...

In the middle of the light, Song Huaxu hugged Shen Shuyun and patted her head patiently again and again, his eyes full of calm, as if he was not him who was running wildly in the corridor just now.

People are so complicated.

Seeing Song Huaxu picking Shen Shuyun up from the wheelchair, Yan Wanqing gave up his position with his eyes and nose, trying to play an ordinary servant.

She snorted coldly as she watched the person walk away.

I hope Shen Shuyun can delay time. She is looking forward to seeing people like Song Huaxu fighting for trapped beasts.

Just like her father and brother, like the people of Yanmen Pass.

The disputes he has provoked in the world over the years have always been repaid, right?

Yan Wanqing walked to the koi pond and looked at a white robe embroidered with golden thread on the water. Under the outer robe was the body that had already sunk to the bottom of the water.

"This time, you should be damned..."

Yan murmured to himself in the late Qing Dynasty.

For some reason, I always felt familiar when I saw Song Ning.

This feeling is not because she has the same face as Shen Shuyun, but because she is indescribable.

The thorns are twitching, cold and gloomy, like a poisonous snake always peeking at her in the darkness...

Even though it was already sinking at the bottom of the lake and still moving, this feeling still exists.

It's really uncomfortable.

Yan Wanqing tried hard to ignore this creepy discomfort and turned around and walked towards the bridge.

Along the way, you can see the believers holding weapons running towards the bridge. They looked hurried and shouted to each other to help.

It seems that the bridgehead has been fighting fiercely for a long time.

When Yan Wanqing arrived, he only saw Xiao Sufeng blocking the apostles with his own strength, and even directly captured the apostles, using him as a threat, forcing the believers to retreat.

This combat power is worthy of being the master of the 18th floor of Hell.

I wonder how many tricks I could take in Xiao Sufeng’s hands during my heyday?

This idea suddenly popped up in Yan Wanqing's mind.

"Get back." Xiao Xuanfeng opened his thin lips lightly, and the sword eyebrows were full of solemnity.

At the same time, the sword on the apostle's neck was approaching a little closer, and he had already clearly felt the pain coming from his flesh.

"Kill me, don't even think of running away. The leader will not let you go out alive!" The apostle didn't even dare to swallow his saliva. He had seen this guard's way of killing people, and at this moment he was already at the end of his strength.

Xiao Sufeng didn't take his threat seriously at all.

"Okay, I'll wait here. You guys will go and call Song Huaxu over now and see who made who can't get out alive." As soon as these words came out, the bandits behind him laughed out loud.

Ghostly face holding a whirlwind hammer in hand, he stood forward, with a fleshy face full of flesh, sneering, but his voice was gentle like a spring breeze blowing on his face, and what he said was creepy: "Kill one is also killing, kill one is also killing, look at

These grandchildren are not like good people. They all kill them and just make sacrifices to me, the newly-killed hammer."

His whirlwind hammer was pitch black and covered with nails. Each nail had flesh and blood left on it. The believers could still recall the scene of this crazy fat man holding the whirlwind hammer on their heads just now, which made people shudder.

"What are you hiding behind?" The ghost face spat gently on the ground, revealing her white teeth, and said in a deep voice: "A bunch of cowards."

If it were the usual, the believers would definitely go up and tear the other person's mouth, then press him to the ground and rub him hard, telling him who is the coward.

But now, with Xiao Pingfeng, the killing god, there are so many bandits behind them, all of whom are fat and strong, big and thick, and the apostle is still caught by them.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense with them? Just kill in and rescue Sister Chen!" A small figure emerged from the bandits, and it was Yan Lingzhen.

Today, she was dressed in a clean and neat manner, with poison needles hidden all over her body, and she had the ability to protect herself.

When I heard that they were coming to save Shen Shuyun.

The apostle suddenly opened his eyes and widened his eyes: "You, you are!"

The moment he looked at Yan Lingzhen, he understood everything.

"It's your aunt, what's wrong?! Apostle, you don't want to reminisce about your old love with me. Please hurry up later, right?" Yan Lingzhen sneered, walked to the apostle, and raised her feet to the face. He kicked the wound on his calf.

She originally wanted to kick over there.

But because she had not yet reached the stage, she had always been a ignorant little girl in front of everyone, Yan Lingzhen had to give up.

But who said she was a doctor? She knew exactly how she kicked the most.

The apostle's facial features were blown away by this kick, and tears burst out from the corners of his eyes.

But there was a sharp blade on his neck, and the apostle had to suppress his anger forcibly.

He endured the pain and squeezed out a smile.

"Princess Anping should be fine, right? Where is her?" He couldn't talk to this child, so the apostle could only try to find someone to talk to: "After all, I am Huaiyu's twin brother, you don't look at monks." Looking at the Buddha's face, I didn't do anything that would be harmful to the world."

The apostle said, commanding the believers to retreat.

They took a step back, and Xiao Pingfeng pressed the apostle to walk forward. Soon all the bandits behind him were away from the dangerous plank road, and everyone finally squeezed into the open space in front of the main entrance of the hall.

"Everyone retreated, they all retreated." The apostle spoke carefully: "Look, do you want to let me go first? My sister Huaiyu has a very good relationship with your princess. She must not want to see us make trouble now. This is what it looks like.”

"You want to save Shen Shuyun, I can lead the way."

Listening to the apostle's words, the monks' expressions turned gloomy: "Apostle, you are indeed a traitor! You just helped the female bandit, and now you are leading the wolf into the house again, so you should kill you directly!"

The apostle's eyes were so fierce: "Shut up! Is there a place where you talk?"

If it weren't for these idiots helping Song Ning, he had already taken the female bandit to see the leader. With the leader in charge, how could so many troubles happen?!

Referring to the leader.

Everyone was suspicious.

After fighting for so long, where has Song Huaxu gone?!

"The apostle has betrayed the God of Light, Song Ning is dead, your leader is infatuated, I saw him standing there and vomiting blood just now." A voice suddenly came from the diagonally above.

Looking in the voice, Yan Hongzhao, dressed in red, leaned leaning on the eaves, very casual and I don’t know how long I have been looking at it.

Everyone doesn't believe it.

"Nonsense! How could the leader become obsessed with martial arts?! Besides, Miss Song Ning died so fucked! Don't you tell me the truth here!"

Yan Hongzhao was shocked when he saw that they didn't believe it.

"If you don't believe it, smell it yourself. Is there any burning smell in the air?"

After smelling it, it seems that I really smelled the scent of fire.

"That's the smell of your Miss Song Ning being burned to ashes." Yan Hongzhao curled his lips badly.

She has always been on the eaves and has seen everything clearly.

Listening to the sound of vomiting from the lower end.
Chapter completed!