Dressed as the hero Bai Yueguang, I defeated the villain

"Yan...Yan Shiqing?" Yan Shijun's hands trembled uncontrollably, his mind went blank, and the depths of his mind seemed to be forcibly pulled away, exposing everything bloody, without any reason to stop him, he even felt to the uncontrollable outburst of his emotions.

The short dagger directly pierced her heart, and she was already exhausted.The splashed blood stained her little jacket and her face red.His trembling fingertips touched the little girl's warm face, and he drew it back as if in burning pain. The blood was scalding.

His heart sank to the bottom of the valley, where there seemed to be a monster sealed away from the sun, greedily intertwined with his heart, trying to devour him bit by bit with the most bewitching words: "He killed She! He killed her!!"

Yan Shijun was directly pulled up from the ground, and what came to his ears was Shen Chichuan's worried voice: "Are you okay?"

Yan Shijun didn't answer, he just stared blankly at the lifeless little girl on the ground, that face gradually overlapped with Yan Shiqing's round face in his memory when he was a child, and a crazy voice in his mind began to shout: " He killed her, he killed her!"

Shen Chichuan worriedly checked Yan Shijun up and down carefully, and confirmed that he was not in any danger, then he was relieved, and said angrily: "Why don't you stay in Wuye Palace, what are you doing here!"

The voice in Yan Shijun's mind became more and more arrogant, and he felt that he was being gradually swallowed up.

"He killed her! He killed her!"

"Yan Shijun!"

"He killed her! He killed her!"

"Yan Shijun!" Shen Chichuan forcibly turned his body around and forced him to face himself, "Why didn't you answer me?"

Yan Shijun raised his lowered head slowly, and met Shen Chichuan with a pair of lifeless eyes: "Why?"

Shen Chichuan's heart sank: "What's wrong with you?"

"Why did you kill her?"

Shen Chichuan forced him to wake up: "She has become a dead man, not a human anymore."

"She is!" Yan Shijun roared, "She called me brother just now! How could she not be human?"

Shen Chichuan repeated word for word: "She has already been made into a dead soldier."

Yan Shijun's eyes turned scarlet, and he looked at the corpses around him: "What about them? Are they all?"

Shen Chichuan didn't speak.

"So, haven't you tried any rescue method?"

"Someone wants to use these dead soldiers to strengthen them, which is a great threat to this seat."

"So killing is the best way to deal with it?"

"Can you make sure that everyone is a dead man, without any exception?"

After a while, Shen Chichuan replied, "I can't."

"It's better to kill by mistake than to let it go."

Yan Shijun's eyes widened: "Don't you... have any compassion for them?"

Shen Chichuan raised his eyes and looked over, but there was no answer.

But with that look, Yan Shijun understood that the person in front of him was always a villain, cold-blooded and ruthless, killing people like hemp, and pity was a big joke to him.

Anyone who threatens him must be killed.

So, Shen Chichuan is nice to him only because he likes him, but what if one day he doesn't like him?

As Yin Banyan said, he was really proud of Shen Chichuan's temporary liking.

Yan Shijun has never been an insecure person, but when he came to this world, he hardly felt at ease a day.Everything here is strange, and there is a sense of insecurity in everything. He may die in this strange world at any time.But the person in front of him was kind to him, and the defense that he had finally let go of was shaken again at this time.

He has been immersed in the gentleness for too long, until now he realizes that the person in front of him is a tyrannical and ruthless villain.

Yan Shijun dodged the hand he wanted to touch, stepped back, lowered his eyelids, and suppressed the fading light in his eyes: "I see."

Shen Chichuan didn't speak, silently withdrew his hand, turned his head, his cold eyes swept over Li Muhe's body, Li Muhe avoided the frightening eyes, and shrank into the corner.His goal has been achieved, Luoxiao Palace is already under great threat, Shen Chichuan will definitely not kill him at this time, killing him is tantamount to breaking Beishan's arm.And as long as he can't die, he's not afraid of anything else at all.

Shen Chichuan naturally also thought of this, his cold eyes finally fell on Xing Yu, and said coldly: "Go back to the palace."

Xing Yu got the order to gather the few remaining warriors and set out on the road.

He walked in the back, his body was covered with blood, clinging to the black robe, he couldn't see clearly, only he knew what it was like when the blood soaked into the clothes and stuck to his body.His eyes fell on Yan Shijun who was at the front, and the sentence "Don't you have the slightest compassion for them?" was like a sword, pierced deeply into his heart, and it took him a lot of effort to cover it up. The emotion was forcibly torn apart again, showing it to myself bloody.

Xing Yu took out a small blood-stained wooden figure from his arms. The wooden figure was so ugly that it was so ugly that the nose and eyes could not be distinguished, but the edges were smooth without any edges and corners. It could be seen that its owner had I like it so much, I often play it in the palm of my hand.This was engraved when he was first ordered to come to the town. It was four years ago when he came to carry out the mission and stopped in an unremarkable teahouse.At that time, the black robe he was wearing made people want to retreat, and the long sword on his waist made Xing Yu, who was already cold at that time, even more scary.Only the owner of the teahouse, a bean-sized kid who dared to approach him secretly while his parents were away.

The child is full of curiosity about him, and I don't know if it's because he has been in the teahouse for a long time and has seen many people. Xing Yu's fierce face was so frightened that tears flowed down his face.

Seeing that Xing Yu couldn't bear it, he spent money to buy a candy to make the child happy. The child never dared to touch his sword again, but asked him curiously what it was for.Xing Yu didn't tell him that it was a tool for murder, but just made up a lie: it was used by people who carve wood.

After all, he carved an ugly wooden man for him.

Looking at the finished product, he himself felt so ugly that he couldn't bear it, but he was protected by the child in his arms like a baby.

Four years later, when he saw that child again, he had grown into a young boy. He waved at Xing Yu with the wooden figure. Everyone in the town was running away, but he ran against the flow of people.

At that moment, Xing Yu's throat seemed to be choked, but the phrase "run quickly" did not come out for a long time.He could only tremble and helplessly see a long sword piercing through his body directly, the slender young man was like a kite with a broken string, floating all the way down, with puzzlement and despair, completely lost his breath , he didn't even have time to say a word.

Xing Yu stood there in a daze, with screams and the sound of sharp knives piercing his flesh and blood, he didn't feel anything.He only knew that he saw the young man's eyes were clear and transparent, with sparkling light in his eyes. He was not a dead man, and perhaps, the secret technique hadn't taken effect yet.

It doesn't matter what it is, the purpose of their coming is to kill everyone, there can't be a trace of uncertainty.

The boy looked at him with disbelief in his eyes, but he opened his mouth but said nothing.

But Xing Yu knew what he was going to say:

You lied, you said it was carved by a wooden man.

The cold wind was bleak, the sun only showed half of the head, the sky was covered with thin clouds and mist that lingered, and the cold air lingered around.

Xing Yu suddenly felt that this was the coldest winter since he entered Luoxiao Palace.