I'm not a drama god

"Damn it! What do those law enforcers do for a living! There are so many people who can't even stop a few fire usurpers, how can we let them chase me?!"

"Pu Wen's plan won't work at all! That's a waste that can only talk on paper!!"

"Damn it...Damn it!!"

"Bai Qiling is gone, and the ring is gone too! This time I am really dead!!"

Yan Xicai ran with all his strength on the hill, cursing angrily as he ran. He didn't dare to look back, for fear that if he turned around, his head would fall to the ground like everyone else... He didn't want this, his head was very precious.

In a hurry, Yan Xicai stepped on the air and rolled down the hill like a ball.

A large amount of mud and gravel covered his body, and he was knocked unconscious. When he finally recovered, his body had fallen heavily to the ground.

Pain spread from all parts of his body. He groaned and opened his eyes. The gray sky that had not changed for hundreds of years was oppressive on top of his head like lead... Yan Xicai tried to sit up, but failed.

He had multiple fractures on his body, and even the slightest movement, let alone getting up, made him grin from ear to ear in pain.

Yan Xicai had never experienced this kind of pain. He could only lie on the ground like a corpse, breathing continuously from his chest... The misty white air was floating in the air, and his heart was full of despair.

He was really panicked.

He was afraid that he would really die in this ancient Tibet, and then he would have nothing... His revenge plan, his Chamber of Commerce property, he finally found such a good child, who knows how poor he will become in his next life ghost?

A rustling sound came from the side.

Yan Xicai's heart suddenly rose to his throat. He widened his eyes and stared at the sky not far away. He was afraid of seeing the demonic face of No. 10, because that would be his end.

To his surprise, it was not No. [-]...but a face that was somewhat familiar to him.

"It's you?!" Yan Xicai opened his eyes in surprise.

It was a young man with a scar on his face and a limp... He was Little Jane.

"Quick! Take me out of here!" Yan Xicai was ecstatic and immediately said, "Carry me on your back! As long as I can get out alive, I guarantee that you can continue to be a law enforcer! And you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life!"

Yan Xicai can't walk, but he can let Xiao Jian carry him on his back. As long as he can leave here and find a place to hide, he can survive when Guzang is opened again!

Xiao Jian glanced at Yan Xicai's huge body. After a moment, she slowly shook her head:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yan... I'm a cripple."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Xicai's voice stopped abruptly.

Yes, Xiao Jian is a cripple. How can a person who has difficulty walking on his own carry Yan Xicai on his back and escape from the fire usurper?

Thinking of this, the flame of hope that Yan Xicai had just raised was instantly shattered... He looked at the ugly and thin little Jian, unwillingness and anger could not help but surge from his heart. He stared at his bloodshot eyes and cursed:

"Fuck...fuck!!!"

"It's come to this!! You are still a fucking waste!! Waste!!!"

"My life is in your hands, your glory and wealth are all in your hands! You can't fucking control it yourself!! Why did I bring such a scumbag with me?! You can do such a good job What happened?! I’m really unlucky!!!”

Yan Xicai's defense was completely broken. He didn't expect that his promising life would end up being defeated by a cripple... He regrets now why he accepted this trash into the law enforcement agency. He should have connected this trash to him at that time. Dad was beaten to death with a stick!

Xiao Jian lowered his head and allowed Yan Xicai to curse. Under the gray sky, his eyes began to glow with coldness little by little.

The humiliation he had suffered, the humiliation his father had suffered, everything in the past flashed back in his mind. He looked at that ugly and ferocious face, and clenched his fists tightly uncontrollably...

"You're just like your dad! You're a fucking waste! If my dad hadn't given him food, he would have..."

"To shut up!!"

Xiao Jian roared angrily, then straddled Yan Xicai and punched him in the cheek!

Yan Xicai's voice stopped suddenly. He stared at Xiao Jian with a fierce look in his eyes. After a while, he said in disbelief, "You dare to hit me? You actually dare to hit me..."

"I hit you, what happened?" Xiao Jian punched you hard again, one punch after another.

"Isn't it amazing to be reincarnated?! Why are you so arrogant?! My father was chosen by your father to enter the family based on his own skills. Who are you? How dare you scold him?! My useless legs are made of You hit someone who was lame when you were drunk, if it weren’t for you, would I be in this situation?!”

Xiao Jian's fists were very hard, which he had learned from doing rough work for so many years. He desperately punched Yan Xicai, who was beaten so hard that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Only when Xiao Jian was tired from beating him and his face was covered with blood did Yan Xica finally catch his breath. He stared at Xiao Jian with eyes that were about to burst.

"You dare to hit me! You are dead!"

"I am dead?"

Xiao Jian sneered, and he suddenly pulled out a short knife from his waist and stabbed it into Yan Xicai's lungs!

"Who is dead??"

Yan Xicai screamed, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, "You dare to kill me... Your whole family will die..."

"I killed you? Who can prove it?" The cold light in Xiao Jian's eyes became more and more serious, "The fire usurper sneaked into the Bingdao Ancient Cang and went on a killing spree. One Yan Xicai died... Is it strange?"

Hearing these words, panic appeared on Yan Xicai's face. He looked at Xiao Jian's ferocious scarred face in astonishment, as if he had met him for the first time.

Xiao Jian pulled out the short knife and stabbed it into Yan Xicai's body crazily. The blade went in and out, getting scarier and scarier. The blood flowed down the gray ground, and a pool of blood gradually submerged the two of them.

Yan Xicai's life was passing crazily. He wanted to stop Xiao Jian and use resources or promises to buy his life, but at this moment he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

"Little... Jane..." Blood poured into Yan Xicai's throat like spring water, and he spoke vaguely.

"My name is not Jane."

Xiao Jian held the handle of the short knife with both hands and raised it high. For the first time, her eyes, which were always full of humility and flattery, showed an unprecedented bloodiness.

"My name is Jian Changsheng!!"

puff--!

The blade suddenly penetrated Yan Xicai's throat.

Yan Xicai's body shook violently, and then he completely collapsed to the ground... and lost his breath.

Xiao Jian's chest heaved violently, and the corners of his mouth splattered with blood unconsciously rose. An unprecedented sense of freedom and transparency filled his heart, as if a nightmare had been broken, and everything about him was being embraced. newborn!

At the same time, above the thick clouds, the base of the Bingshen Dao lit up!

"At this time, is there anyone else recognized by the Bingshen Dao?"

No. 8, who was chasing Pu Wen, saw this and stopped suddenly.

He looked at the black ribbon extending from the foundation and falling towards the hills not far away, and a glimmer of light lit up in his eyes!

The plan of relying on one's own accumulation of murderous aura to attract the attention of Bing Shen Dao is obviously no longer feasible. If they want to steal the foundation fragments of Bing Shen Dao, they can only start from other people's Shinto... And this Shinto is far away from them. It's too close, it's probably not too late to get there now!

No. 8 gave up chasing Pu Wen without hesitation and rushed towards the black ribbon hanging from the sky...

……

the edge of the hill,

A figure in red who witnessed Xiao Jian torturing Yan Xicai raised his eyebrows.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth,

"interesting……"