As Han Sanqian's sword hit his body, there was a roaring sound, and countless black energy spurted out from the wound in an instant.
Like a flash flood erupting!
Han Sanqian hurriedly covered it with his hands, but at this moment, he discovered that the black energy on the devil boy's body was already flying around, and almost as he was jumping around, the completely dark face gradually dispersed at this moment
, revealing a familiar yet unfamiliar face.
"What?"
That cute and tender face of a child was none other than the little monk who stayed with the old monk earlier!
"Is it you?"
Han Sanqian was very shocked.
What is hidden behind this black demon boy is actually that innocent little monk?
Looking at that little face that had closed its eyes and looked like a dead person, even though Han Sanqian thought his outer body was a devil boy, now that he knew that he was really just a little monk on the inside, he couldn't help but feel...
Extremely guilty.
Maybe, he was just a child, but he had to be turned into a killing machine by others using some evil method.
This reminded Han Sanqian of the scene when Han Nian was held hostage by the Fu family. If he had not rescued Han Nian at that time, would she be trained by that bitch Fu Tian using some special methods to become a killing machine in the future?
Woolen cloth?
Han Sanqian did not rule out this possibility.
Throughout the ages, whether on earth or in other worlds, children have been the flowers of the future, but they have also become tools for unscrupulous people.
Some places specialize in seizing children to form so-called boy scouts, destroying their childhood, brainwashing their outlook on life, and turning them into loyal slaves and tools.
Children's innocence is easily deceived, and their loyalty is far more loyal than that of adults, so they brainwash them ruthlessly and pervertedly. Once successful, these children will be abandoned without knowing where to go.
"Pfft!"
Suddenly, just when Han Sanqian was in love, black air filled the air, and with a soft sound, a black spear stabbed directly into Han Sanqian's chest.
Blood was slowly flowing down almost from Han Sanqian's chest to his heart. He looked unwillingly at the little monk in front of him who opened his eyes at this time.
The young monk's face was pale, his eyes were blood red, and a cold and sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The next second, black energy gathered on his body again, and his face...
"die!"
The spear in his hand suddenly flipped.
A tight, sharp pull!
Wow!
A huge hole was immediately punched out of Han Sanqian's chest.
His speed, precision, and force were so fast that Han Sanqian could hardly feel any pain at that moment.
But he understood that his heart was stolen by this guy in one blow!
"You!" Hands covering his chest, Han Sanqian looked angrily at the demon boy in front of him. His moment of kindness was rewarded with such cruel and vicious revenge!
The devil boy smiled ferociously and put away the spear in his hand, looking extremely cold!
boom!
Without the heart, it was as strong as Han Sanqian, and like a collapsed boulder, the whole body suddenly fell from mid-air downwards quickly.
"Bang!"
With a huge muffled sound, Han Sanqian's entire body hit the ground heavily.
The scene suddenly became quiet!
The next second, thunderous shouts!
"The Buddha boy is invincible, the Buddha boy is invincible!"
The so-called magic fairy tale, in the mouths of these monks at this time, is like a Buddhist boy.
The mountain roars like a tsunami, making this child like the God of War, enjoying the highest glory!
The old monk laughed and was extremely calm.
A group of monks behind him, led by a middle-aged monk, were even more excited!
Even Ming Yu couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief at this moment, and his heart in his throat could finally be relieved.
After such a bloody battle, fortunately, Han Sanqian was knocked off his horse without any danger, and he shot him cleanly into the heart.
"Donor Ming, you can rest assured now." The old monk smiled slightly and looked at Ming Yu.
"Han Sanqian's knowingness has been singled out, and he won't even struggle to die. Now, some people should shut up." Naturally, the middle-aged monk would not miss this opportunity to mock Ming Yu.
Yes, the heart and head are important parts of the human body. Without the heart or head, even ascetics will often die.
Now this game is naturally safe!
Thinking of this, Ming Yu smiled and didn't pay attention to these ridicules. After all, it would be good to get rid of the serious problem. As for the squawking of these flies, that's all.
"Master is indeed a master, Ming Yu admires him." Ming Yu said softly.
The old monk was modest. He waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's just one thing that brings another thing. What does this poor monk mean? It's just three thousand for one person."
Having said that, the old monk's expression was full of pride and complacency.
With a gentle wave of the flag, the demon boy flying in the air instantly flew down the valley and came to Han Sanqian's body.
At this time, Han Sanqian was motionless, but the devil boy still stepped on Han Sanqian's body and smiled coldly.
Then, with a move of the spear in his hand, Han Sanqian's heart was thrown out from the tip of the spear.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the fallen heart in his hand. Then, he put it directly into his mouth and arrogantly ate it raw while looking at Han Sanqian.
