[Yumu] Bihai Chaosheng

Yuren Xiaoxi is a killer, killing people and taking their lives, leaving no one alive.

The Pit of Sin is not only a paradise for the wicked, but also a paradise for those who want to pay for murder.There are no orders that sin pits dare not accept, only orders that sin pits do not want to accept.

Because, the Pit of Sin is full of lunatics who are about to be driven mad by loneliness.

The thoughts of a madman have never been speculated by normal people.

Yuren Xiaoxie is also a lunatic in the eyes of others. He killed his father and mother when he was a child, and he is claustrophobic when he grows up. Although he and Xiang Rixie are known as the two big pits of evil, they are not very popular.

Kuanglong, the pit master of Sin Pit, said that Sun Slant is a beautiful little sun, and Yuren Xiaoxi is a cute little moon.

Yuren Xiaoxie's master Lone Que didn't quite agree, he said that this apprentice is a bum, he can't knock out a word with three sticks, except for his cold temper, how can he look like the moon?It's a birdman from start to finish!

Yuren Xiaoxi has always thought that killing is a dirty and painful thing, until one day, when he saw someone raining a magnificent and desolate blood, he didn't realize the word "beautiful".

There are few beauties in the pit of sin.

Yuren Xiaoxi, who lacked the influence of aesthetic consciousness since childhood, is a fool. The awareness of "ugliness" and "beauty" is the same as "good" and "evil", separated by a layer of cloth.

On that day, there was a light rain in the sky, the drizzle was hazy, and the clothes were about to get wet. Yuren Xiaoxie had just finished his mission, without an umbrella, he was walking among the weeping willows and willows by the West Lake, and was going back to the inn to sleep. Return to the pit tomorrow.

Then, Yuren Xiaoxi saw someone fighting, and he stopped.

It was a dozen people chasing one person, and a dozen men in black were chasing and killing a white-haired man in a warm yellow brocade robe.

The white-haired man held an umbrella in one hand and a flute in the other, with a handsome figure.

They hit, hit, hit the tree from the ground, hit the lake from the air.The man in yellow is very good at lightness kung fu, he leaped a few times, he was like a light crane or a flying flower on the lake, he struck out thousands of sharp and sharp sword styles with only a pipe flute in his hand.

Yuren Xiaoxi couldn't help walking forward, he suddenly wanted to lift the misty gauze curtain in front of him, and take a look at the face of the man in yellow.This feeling is very light, very light, like a thorn in your heart, and like when you are walking in the forest and smell a faint fragrance of flowers, your eyes can't help but follow it.

For Yuren Xiaoxie, bloody smell is the scent of flowers.

The man in yellow, whose every movement seemed to be extremely soft, suddenly shot up into the sky, and struck down with the flute in his hand, stirring up thousands of water curtains, which fell with the rain, blocked and pushed by the hostility in the flute, and forced The dozen men in black who attacked shot straight at them.

Every splash is a sharp knife, every drop of rain is a deadly weapon!A dozen or so people trembled, their limbs fell apart, and they sank to the bottom of the lake without struggling.

There was not a single scream during the whole process, the rain was still the same rain, slanting and fluttering, soft and soft, the lake was still the Wanghu Lake, like emerald, with emerald waves, but it changed color, a layer of red was like ink, dyed Seeing the scene in front of him, penetrated into the heart of Yuren Xiaoxie,

With a layer of early spring coolness.

The rain of blood did not fall on the man in yellow. He held an umbrella and stood alone on the water, turning around slowly.

His sharp eyes fell straight on the Yuren Xiaoxi who was watching with a piercing edge.

The two looked at each other for a moment, but Yuren Xiaoxi clenched his hands tightly.

The man in yellow smiled and walked away.The figure disappeared into the vastness of the world in a short while.Everything is like the dream of Yuren Xiaoxie, the dream is gray and white, only the color of that person, the color of blood, and the color of that smile.

Yuren Xiaoxi stood by the lake for a while, the rain was getting heavier, and the scent of blood was blown away by the wind, he lowered his head and walked quickly into the green smoke and green willows.

All, but, was a dream.

Who can kill more than a dozen demon masters in one blow, and why did the demon soldiers from the Western Regions appear in the Central Plains?Who is the man in yellow?

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