Bai Wangqing lowered her head and looked at Jiang Huilian, who was unconscious in her arms and looked older than herself, with mixed feelings in her heart.
Maybe...a sect like the Tianlian Sect that forbids human nature really shouldn't exist...
Nie Qinglong sighed, he didn't know what to say.
Things like this happen almost every day in Xuanwu Kingdom. I don’t know when this world full of hatred and hostility will end.
"In this case, Master Bai, I will take my leave first!"
Nie Qinglong said.
Then he dodged away with Lu Jiu behind his back.
How to deal with Bai Wangqing is her business. Nie Qinglong saved their lives by the way, which can be regarded as the most benevolent thing.
…
Somewhere in Xuanwu Kingdom.
This is a canyon with tall and rugged rock mountains on both sides, and one or two stubborn plants can barely cling to it.
Below, the sound of killing shook the sky, blood flowed horizontally, and horses neighed.
Two groups of bandits were fighting, waving their swords and roaring ferociously.
At a high point, a rock protrudes, just enough to accommodate two people, one large and one small.
The middle-aged man has white hair, an ice-like face, and a purple-black robe dancing in the wind.
Next to him was a little boy who was about ten years old, wearing a purple suit and with thick dark circles on his face, with a stern look on his face.
The breeze blew through his short black hair, and the corners of his clothes danced.
He raised his head slightly, looked at the middle-aged man, and said with a strong dialect accent: "Why did you bring me here?"
There was an obvious maturity on his face that was not befitting his age.
He was not affected at all by the tragic scene below.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man glanced at the little boy beside him.
"Since you want to become a strong man, you must first learn to kill."
"Go ahead and kill all the people below."
The middle-aged man said calmly, with his hands behind his back, and there was no doubt in his tone.
To him, the group of people below are nothing more than a group of ants.
Naturally, he had his own considerations in letting the little boy go down and kill someone.
His consideration is simple.
If you can kill everyone, you have the qualifications to become a strong man.
If someone killed...
The little boy's eyes flashed slightly when he heard this, and he lowered his head and glanced at the dozens of bandits below.
Kill someone...
A little boy in his teens, unarmed and without any training.
His opponents were dozens of strong, murderous, and innumerable bandits.
This seems to be a battle without suspense...
The little boy was silent.
Then he actually leaned forward slightly...
Only the next moment!
He jumped down from the rock without saying a word!
You know, the stone platform they are standing on is a full five or six meters high from the ground below!
If an ordinary person jumped from this height, he would lose half his life!
But the little boy in the air still had no fear on his face and looked extremely cold!
In other words, he has no fear at all!
Jumping from here is not because he is looking for death...
And purely because he is absolutely sure of his owner!
"Huhu——"
The little boy's short black hair was blown up as he fell at high speed, and a rock on the cliff below was about to collide violently with him!
He remained expressionless.
"puff!"
I saw him stepping hard on the rock with his right foot, and his body suddenly drew a perfect arc in the air!
The middle-aged man above, standing with his hands behind his hands, saw this scene with a slight smile on his lips.
"As expected of his son."
"Sure enough, I was born to—"
"The strongest assassin!"
He didn't look at the next result, his figure was slightly blurred, and he didn't know where he went.
"Bang——"
The little boy fell to the ground half-kneeling at this time, and the heavy force caused dust to fly around him, covering the sky with dust.
"What the hell is here to cause trouble?"
The rugged man with a beard and a strong build pulled out the knife inserted into the enemy's chest. His bell-like eyes narrowed slightly and he noticed the movement on this side.
Their side has the absolute upper hand at this time, and victory is only a matter of time.
Therefore, he is in a good mood.
The bandit couldn't help but take a closer look, and saw a pair of scarlet eyes like blades faintly revealed in the dust.
"who!"
The bandit felt his mind shaken, his forehead was sweating slightly, and he held the big knife in front of him.
It seems that this can give him a sense of security.
"I'm here to kill people."
The dust slowly fell, and a purple figure slowly walked towards him.
"What the hell?"
The bandit was stunned.
He didn't understand what this person was saying at all. What dialect did he speak from?
But when he saw clearly who was coming, he couldn't help but pause.
Then he burst into laughter: "Hahahahahahahahahaha!"
"Where did this little fart come from..."
He stopped abruptly before he finished speaking. The little boy in front of him stepped forward with an expressionless face, spit out the middle knuckle of his right hand, and hit his Adam's apple hard!
"Crack!"
There was a soft sound, and the bandit felt a sharp pain coming from his neck.
Before it was over, the little boy hit him on the elbow joint with a cold look on his face, causing his attempt to fight back to stop abruptly!
Then he snatched the blade from the bandit's hand and wiped it across his neck extremely quickly.
"Hoo..."
The bandit trembled and covered his neck, and slowly fell to the ground, lifeless.
He was about to defeat the mountain that he had always been against, but when he was about to win, he met a little boy.
I thought I was full of confidence but was instantly killed.
The ups and downs of life are just like this.
"you you you……"
A subordinate next to him saw his boss being killed by a child. He couldn't help but look like he had seen a ghost and his tone was trembling.
The tyrannical bandit was actually killed by a kid who looked like he was no more than ten years old!
Such a fantasy happened in front of him!
The little boy turned his head slightly and glanced at this subordinate.
This made him feel a chill rising suddenly from his tailbone, like falling into an ice cave!
"Damn it!"
"I'm actually afraid of a child. It's really, really ridiculous. You should die!"
The subordinate took two deep breaths to try to calm down, and then with an angry and ferocious expression, he picked up the knife to kill him!
It must be luck that he was able to kill the boss just now!
He will definitely die by my sword!
"Pfft."
There was a soft sound, he raised the knife and looked at the huge wound on his abdomen in disbelief.
Then his eyes gradually lost color, and he fell to his knees weakly.
At this time, many bandits also noticed this place and looked angry.
"It's that little brat!"
"He killed our boss!"
"Kill him and avenge the boss!"
All the bandits looked angry.
Although this little boy looks very extraordinary.
But so what?
There are dozens of people here! We are still afraid of him!
The little boy looked cold.
Gently shook the blood on the knife.
He was very dissatisfied with the knife.
but……
Just use it!
Then he relied on the instinct in his body to kill the crowd of bandits in front of him without any fear!