Just as the eight figures quickly approached Xiaoyao. Xiaoyao felt desperate in his heart, suddenly a crisp sound came from the door. The door opened from the inside. Xiaoyao subconsciously wanted to get in, but the scene inside made Xiaoyao unable to make a sound, because inside the door, there was a brilliant blonde hair, his eyes were a little crooked, and his body was emitting a faint blue light. Although there was a gentle smile on his face, an innocent and chilling figure appeared in front of Xiaoyao. Before Xiaoyao could make a scream, he sat on the ground in surprise, exerting force with his right hand and feet, and quickly walked away from the cottage.

Xiaoyao coughed heavily and looked back quickly. He saw a versatile monster with a beautiful blue light on his body smiling and shouting, constantly changing its form. Sometimes it turned into a god, sometimes it turned into a god, sometimes it turned into a god, sometimes it turned into a Xiaoyao elves, but each one fell to the ground, silently, as if there was no breathing. Xiaoyao looked at the eight elves and a god, and almost trembling voice: "Ahem, you, who are you?"

God's Pianpian showed a charming smile, but it was reflected by blue light, which looked particularly terrifying. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Who am I? Do you really don't know?" As he said, a pair of cold hands gently placed on Xiaoyao's neck, and smiled gently, "Do you know, I've lived underneath really hard, it's hard there. Walking a mountain, there are flames on the mountain, the dark blue flames, wading through the river, the river water touches the bone-black pain in the body!" As he said, the other hand gently touched Xiaoyao's bloody left arm, some blood was stained on his hand, and he smiled gently, put it on the corner of his mouth and licked it. A trace of enjoyment flashed in his eyes, and said lightly: "It turns out to be sweet, it's really a noble man who is pampered and generous.

Where is the son!" As he said, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes and said, "It's the kind of terrible place that I'm going to!" Shen Zhipian looked at the fear in Xiaoyao's eyes, smiled gently, put his hand stained with Xiaoyao's blood next to Xiaoyao's mouth, and smiled gently, "Your blood is really delicious, you can taste it too. Maybe you can feel that kind of pain after drinking it, the biting pain, do you know that kind of pain? Don't know, just go down and take a look!" As he said, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes, and his left hand quickly pressed hard on Xiaoyao's neck. Xiaoyao was so painful that he could hardly breathe. Only then did he wake up from his fear and struggled hard.

The desire for survival made Xiaoyao not have time to think. He kicked Shen Zhipeng's body with one foot, and it actually passed through Shen Zhipeng's body strangely. Xiaoyao was powerless and was pressed down by Shen Zhipeng's body, and could not move at all. Shen Zhipeng felt Xiaoyao's weakness, looked around for a week, and saw the elves looking at Xiaoyao with hatred in their eyes, and a hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes, and he laughed and said, "How could I not let you have the best of your life? Give me a try and let him suffer before going to hell!"

As he said that, he raised Xiaoyao hard, laughed loudly, and threw it at the eight elves. The ever-changing monsters turned into a graceful look of gods. With a grim smile, he kicked Xiaoyao hard in the abdomen. Xiaoyao was kicked out like a short-line kite. Then, various attacks emitting beautiful colorful light quickly rushed towards Xiaoyao. Xiaoyao felt a piercing pain piercing into his mind.

Feeling the blood constantly oozing out, but I didn't feel a sense of uncertainty. At night, the cold breeze blew on Xiaoyao's face, causing Xiaoyao's cold sweat that appeared due to pain or fear to dry with the wind. Xiaoyao's thinking was also extremely clear. Xiaoyao looked at Xiaoyao's careless because he felt that Xiaoyao had no attack ability and rushed straight towards him. The big mouthed bird with silver light flashing on his mouth gently closed his eyes and said to himself: "You should be relieved if you are hit!"

Just when Xiaoyao was about to apologize for his death and his life was worth one life, Xiaoyao's heart suddenly appeared in his father's iceberg face and his mother's face that always had a faint smile in his memory. He twitched hard inside. Xiaoyao quickly opened his eyes, and the desire to survive made Xiaoyao struggle quickly, because Xiaoyao thought of his parents, their voices, appearances, expressions in their memories, and their earnest teachings.

God Zhipeng seemed to have discovered Xiaoyao's inner thoughts, and sneered and said loudly: "Don't worry, if you kill me, I will not let you go. Your parents killed my elves, I will not let you go!" As he said, he snorted coldly, and a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes and said: "Don't worry, I will definitely kill them, let them accompany you on the road to the underworld, you will definitely not be alone!" As he said that, he laughed wildly, and even the God Zhipeng's elves burst into laughter.

Xiaoyao coughed a few times, curled up unbearably, looking at the big-mouthed Que who rushed towards him, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. Thinking of the faint expectation gaze under his father's cold face and the trust in Xiaoyao's eyes, Xiaoyao felt that it was meaningful to live, and there was still hope for tomorrow. His disappearance would make the people he cared about. Thinking of this, Xiaoyao couldn't help but aimed at the big-mouthed Que, and subconsciously curled up his body. The big-mouthed Que's mouth stabbed Xiaoyao's back, leaving a long scar, but he barely saved his name.

God Pianpian looked at Xiaoyao who was struggling and laughed: "You are also afraid of death, you are also afraid of death. Go and kill him!" In the end, his voice was almost hoarse, as if, oh, no, it was the evil ghost that emerged from hell that made people frightened. But Xiaoyao was unconscious and curled up quickly, trying to rely on the method just now to avoid the attacks of the eight elves, but the idea was beautiful, and reality was always cruel. Xiaoyao could feel that his body was being dismembered one by one, just like the scabbard of the Western Hemisphere in the story told by his grandfather before. His body was about to be cut into slices, but if a person did not die, he could truly die only with the last knife.
Chapter completed!