Chapter 1121 The sky is high and the sea is wide, let you fly!
despair--
despair--
Wei Mu's lips were slightly open, and blood dripped from between his lips and teeth on Beiying's face.
Her eyes were gentle, like the bookish Wei Mulan again, looking at Wei Mu patiently, even though Wei Mu had become a demon, he was still her brother.
He once taught her how to recite My Fair Lady and the Gentleman on the northern slope of Weijia Village. What an awesome brother!
The killing intent in Wei Mu's eyes was so profound.
He wanted to kill Northern Eagle.
Beiying didn't realize it, his eyes were full of tears, flowing out from the corners of his eyes, crystal clear.
"Both parents are dead, and Xiaolan is alone. It feels so uncomfortable."
Beiying shouted hysterically, his chest heaving and his pupils getting redder and redder, "Brother, don't let Xiaolan go. Xiaolan has no family, how could you do this?"
Wei Mu remained unmoved, his eyes filled with bloodlust. He raised his hand and moved his fingers toward Beiying's eyes, as if to remove Beiying's eyeballs.
Qingge stared, ready to go.
Beiying closed her eyes, even if she was blind, she was willing to do so.
If the person who wanted to remove her eyes was her brother, she would rather live in darkness for the rest of her life without light.
However, the imagined pain did not come. A cold and gentle touch at the corner of his eyes made Beiying's body tremble slightly.
She suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Wei Mu. Wei Mu's hand gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and asked doubtfully: "Why are you crying?"
"Brother..." Beiying cried with joy.
Wei Mu smiled warmly. Although he was in a state of embarrassment, he seemed to be shining with the light of pearls. He kept wiping away the tears on Beiying's face and said: "Don't be afraid, brother is here, no one can bully you."
Bei Ying suddenly stretched out his hands, hugged Wei Mu, buried his face in Wei Mu's chest, and sobbed.
Wei Mu rubbed Beiying's head and said, "Good boy, stop crying. You are such a big man, why are you still acting like a child?"
Saying this, Beiying cried harder and harder.
As if remembering something, Wei Mu straightened Beiying's body, looked at the marks on Beiying's face, lowered his voice and asked, "What's going on? Who did it?"
In an instant, the sky was filled with anger.
Wei Mu suddenly stood up and looked at Liu Kun with scarlet eyes. Wei Mu's pupils tightened, he swept up an iron rod from the ground, grabbed the iron rod, and hit Liu Kun on the side of the head.
This blow made Liu Kun dizzy and fell to the ground.
Wei Mu seemed to have gone crazy, grabbing the iron rod and hitting Liu Kun one after another.
Qingge ignored all of this. She used heavenly magic as a medium and used the blood demon's evil spirit to swallow up the barriers of thunder and lightning elements, breaking down the cages one after another and releasing humans, monsters, and half-humans and half-beasts.
They rushed towards Liu Kun in a swarm.
Maybe they have forgotten a lot in this underworld of the human world and turned into devils, but they will never forget that the instigator of all this is Liu Kun!
Even if Liu Kun turns into ashes, they can still find him, eat his flesh, drink his blood, and let him die without a burial!
Qing Ge gracefully stepped forward and helped Bei Ying up.
Qingge placed her tender white palms on the shocking and horrific wound on Beiying's shoulder. A faint light of white jade was released in her palm, gently treating Beiying's bite wound. Then she saw that the wound gradually healed under the caress of the power of the Snow Spirit Bead.
heal.
Beiying's eyes trembled, and after crying for a while, he lost his usual fierceness and toughness.
Qingge looked at Beiying and chuckled.
After all, Beiying is a woman. No matter what, she still has the weakness of a woman in her bones, but she will never flinch when facing the enemy.
Qingge turned her back to the scene of the commotion, and Liu Kun's almost desperate voice came from behind.
There was a ruthless smile on her lips, "You deserve to die."
Lianhua stood aside and watched quietly from beginning to end. He watched Liu Kun being surrounded by many humans and monsters, watching Liu Kun's body being chopped in half, and watching them trample him crazily until he was reduced to a pulp.
How resentful it is.
Lianhua thought of the Fairy River in Penglai Wonderland, where bones were thick and corpses were everywhere. Those people and monsters were not willing to die and just left like this.
The Qin family has sacrificed so many innocent lives for their own selfish reasons.
Slowly, there was no sound.
Liu Kun is already dead.
However, those people, those monsters, those half-humans and half-animals were still full of anger and kept stamping on them. Wei Mu was inside, swinging the iron rod in his hand again and again, and some half-humans and half-animals were holding machetes and kept stamping.
Chop.
They went crazy.
Qingge played with a strand of black hair hanging in front of her shoulders, with lightning flashing in her eyes.
Today it’s Liu Kun, tomorrow it’s the Qin family!
Those who harm others will eventually harm themselves.
If you dare to kill her people from the Four Kingdoms, you must have the consciousness to be buried with them on the road to hell.
Lin Chong watched this scene, his scalp was numb, but he felt that Liu Kun deserved it.
Murder must be paid with blood, let alone killing so many people and monsters and committing such a heinous crime. Even if you spend ten lifetimes, you can't atone for your sin.
A long time passed, and after they vented their inner anger and hatred, they stopped their crazy behavior.
And Liu Kun was already a puddle of mud.
At this point, they turned their attention to Qingge and the others. They were still filled with hatred. Besides hatred, there was also fear.
They hate humans, are afraid of humans, and want to kill humans, even if some of them are humans.
Some people have been imprisoned here for more than ten years, and the blood and bones of monsters have been poured into them again and again, and their bones and tendons have been ripped out. Those monsters have had their bodies cut open, their bones taken out, and their blood poured out. After that, they have no effect and are waiting for them.
Yes, it is death.
Qingge sat down on the bone chair in the mountain, her legs crossed and her long gown fluttering. She looked at them indifferently and said, "You guys, want to go out?"
She was answered with silence and a lot of angry looks.
It seems that they also want to take action against Qingge and make her become the second Liu Kun.
No, let all human beings die.
Among them was an intermediate-level monster that was ready to move. It couldn't help it anymore and rushed towards Qing Ge. It opened its bloody mouth and seemed to swallow Qing Ge in one bite.
Seeing this, other monsters and humans watched with eager eyes, ready to attack.
Qingge's face was cold, sitting on the bone chair, like an emperor of the night.
When the intermediate-level monster rushed towards her, a fierce light flashed in Qingge's eyes. She stood up suddenly, stretched out her hand, grabbed the head and tail of the intermediate-level monster, and tore it apart directly. The method was cruel and bloody.
She threw the intermediate-level monster in her hand that had split into two parts on the ground and took a step forward. The humans and monsters were actually afraid to subconsciously step back.
"I know you understand what I say, but don't challenge my bottom line!"
Qingge's red lips twitched and her voice was clear and crisp: "As long as you don't hate human beings and don't harm others at will, I will let you go. The sky is high and the sea is vast, and you can fly wherever you want!"
Some conscious humans whose bodies had been filled with the blood of monsters looked at Qing Ge with doubts.
They thought that even if Ye Qingge and Liu Kun were not in the same group, they were not good people and wanted to possess their unique and terrifying power.
They left Yanling Beishan and followed her, but they were leaving the wolf's den and falling from the tiger's den. Their misery would not change in any way.