A History of Love with an Alien Prince

Ever since An Huai asked the four of them to pay attention to whether anyone was willing to leave with them, the four of them took it seriously and secretly asked many people without being noticed by the Heilang people.

"We asked, but only a small number of people are willing to go with us. Most people are concerned about leaving the island, fearing that the life outside will be more difficult. Although the black wolf is brutal now, at least it can survive."

"This is also human nature." An Huai pressed his fingers on the table, pondered for a while and said: "You let those who are leaving take all the food in the house, and then wait at the port in three days, and we will leave in three days .”

Words nodded.

Zhao Yi opened a pair of gloomy eyes and asked, "What about the black wolf?" He has been unable to sleep for a while, and when he closes his eyes, he can see the appearance of his daughter's tragic death. His eyes turned a thick blue, and his eyes were even bloodshot.

An Huai knew at a glance that his emotions were not right, and that he was not far from collapse, so he was afraid that if he said something wrong, he would go crazy.

"Hei Lang, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Yi smiled and said: "Of course I killed him. I will chop him up and feed his meat to the dogs. Back then I knelt down and begged him to let Zhuzhu go. But he gave me hope and shattered it. I heard Zhuzhu say to me, 'Dad, I hurt so much' and I want him to feel it." His emotions became agitated as he spoke, his bloodshot eyes It even bulged outwards, but there was a distorted and happy smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen the black wolf kneeling on the ground begging him for mercy, and he was completely caught in his own imagination.

An Huai looked at him with some pity, this man was already crazy.He still remembered the appearance when he gave him honey, with a bit of honesty, who would have expected that things would become what they are today.

"The black wolf must be dealt with. At that time, his life and death will be up to you." An Huai smiled, his soft voice comforted Zhao Yi very well, and he fell asleep slowly. .

"Are you really going to deal with that black wolf?" Allens asked from the side.

An Huai said with a smile: "This world is already difficult, and with the chaos caused by people, it will be even more difficult for those who live in hardship. Besides, Zhao Yi has friendship with us, so if I don't care about it, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep at night."

Alans touched his head, smiled without saying a word, An Huai knew that he approved of his actions without expressing his opinion.

At night, the two came to the cathedral on the island without making a sound. According to the words, this person lived in this cathedral.

The door of the church was closed, and there were two people guarding the door. Allens rushed over, unable to see his shadow in the dark night, and knocked them unconscious without disturbing anyone.

Throwing the two people who had passed out to the back of the church, An Huai and the other two pretended to be standing at the gate, and for a while, no one noticed that the person standing guard here had changed.

"Hmph, no vigilance, just a bunch of rabble." Allens expressed his opinion with some disdain.

Thinking of the people on their planet Allens, if they casually released any one, their force value would be off the charts.

An Huai hooked the corners of his mouth in the night, and replied in a low voice: "These people used to be just residents with no power to restrain their chickens, and they were not soldiers with a disciplined organization. It's not bad to be able to do this. "

Allens said nothing.

An Huai didn't speak, and gently pushed open the door of the church.

There are gorgeous headlights on the top of the church, the lights are a little dark, and it looks a little sluggish for no reason.

There was a disgusting smell in the air, the smell of blood mixed with a smell of blood, and there was also a smell of humidity in the air.

The two rows of chairs in the church were removed and lost somewhere, and the whole church looked very empty.

A tall and strong man sat in the front of the church, but he was only wearing short sleeves in this sub-zero temperature. The clothes didn't fit well, and they tightly strangled his body, completely bulging his body. Muscles are shown. □□There is a tattoo on each outer arm, with a dragon on the left and a tiger on the right, which looks extremely ferocious.

At this time, the man was sitting on the chair with his legs crossed, his chin was supported by one hand and he was looking down, with a happy expression, as if he was watching some very beautiful scene.

In fact, a heinous atrocity was unfolding before his eyes.

He admired the scene where the originally intimate relatives turned against each other for life and death, admired the atrocities committed by men on women, and admired the inhumanity of cannibalism...

The last days make crazy people even crazier, just like Hei Lang.

"Teng"

A silver light barely brushed across his face, a red mark immediately appeared on his face, and a bloodstain meandered down.

He turned around, and a small silver knife stuck into the floor behind him and went straight in.

Hei Lang's face was gloomy, he reached out to wipe the wound on his face, and then put his blood-stained finger into his mouth, with a distorted expression on his face.If he didn't dodge the knife, then it is conceivable that the place where the knife was inserted was his throat.

"Huh?" He gasped in surprise, as if he didn't expect his blow to be a miss.

Hei Lang sneered, he wanted to see who was looking for death!

"call"

His eyes widened sharply, his whole body flipped, and a silver light flew under his body.

The knife that was originally inserted into the floor was inserted upside down again?

He took a closer look, only to find that there was a hole the size of a needle eye in the handle of the knife, through which a thin silver thread passed, extending far to the gate.

Hei Lang looked over, and at some point there were two men standing there, one of them was handsome, and the most important thing was his temperament, which had a kind of natural dignity.The other looks like a young man, with a handsome appearance, but an amiable demeanor.

The two have different temperaments, but the atmosphere around them is extremely harmonious, and one can tell that they are in the same group.

Hei Lang's eyes fell on An Huai, he pressed his hand, and the bones of his fingers immediately clicked.

"Where did I think the little hairy boy came from?" Before he finished speaking, he rushed towards the two of them quickly.

Alans smiled slightly, and actually walked aside, his eyes fell on An Huai.

An Huai didn't smile, his expression was solemn, he never dared to underestimate any enemy.

With a sudden flick of his left hand, countless streaks of silver light roared out, and the knives flew out one after another.

He moved his left and right hands quickly, and the knife controlled by the thin thread seemed to have a consciousness of its own, flexibly attacking the black wolf from left to right, without giving him a chance to breathe.

"Uh!"

With a short scream, a man's body was bent and broken. Under the light, a thin line with blood beads looked quite eerie.

An Huai's expression remained unchanged, and the silver thread seemed to be alive, casting a net inside the church.He was like a spider, and the black wolf, the prey in his web, had no escape.

Beads of sweat already appeared on Hei Lang's head, it was nervous.He didn't know where there was a silver thread. When Anhuai's knife attacked him, it had already quietly laid a net. Everywhere he went was a dead end.

Suddenly, his face turned ruthless, and he grabbed a man behind him with his big hand and began to charge left and right.

"No, no, no!" The man in his hand yelled in fear, but the black wolf was so strong that he couldn't break free at all.

"Ah..." With a scream, the man was cut in half by the silver thread, and under the light, there were red blood beads on the silver thread.

Hei Lang laughed, turned around and grabbed another person.

People continued to die in the nets laid by An Huai, and the silk threads were gradually stained with blood, revealing traces.

Hei Lang smiled triumphantly.

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