The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"Xiao Su, it's hard to decide what happened back then... After Moxiu was strangled, when you reappeared in the world, you killed so many innocent people. You are not without fault."

Li Jie's hand supporting Zhao Qing gradually lost strength, and the devil's aura was raging, and he tried his best to resist, let alone protect his newlywed wife.

So much so that Li Jie's body was unstable, and his standing legs were already shaking.

After listening to Li Jie's words, Xiao Su sneered sarcastically: "Why, you killed the deity, but because the deity has done bad things, the deity must forgive you for this?"

Li Jie: "We were at fault for what happened back then... But Qing'er and I were just following orders... Can you let us live for the sake of my wedding with Qing'er..."

Xiao Su turned a deaf ear to Li Jie's words.

After he landed firmly with Zhaoyan, he hugged Zhaoyan's waist, turned his head and asked the other party: "Luding, do you want to watch the fire burn people? Isn't it very interesting to burn a desperate couple who claim to be righteous?"

Zhaoyan was taken aback by his words.

His eyelashes trembled in fear, and his breathing was no longer smooth because of this: "You, you killed them... because they killed you... You want revenge, right..."

"You just need to answer the deity, whether you want to see it or not." Xiao Su was burning with patience.

Zhaoyan immediately shook his head.

"Why." Xiao Su was unhappy, his eyes darkened.

"I'm afraid..." Zhaoyan said, "I'm not sure why, I can't just nod my head casually, life is not a joke..."

"If the deity told you yes." Xiao Su recalled the past, his eyes darkened, "Why did they burn the deity's close relatives back then, and the deity wants to burn it back today. With such an answer, would you like to nod?"

How does this make Zhaoyan reply?

He met Xiao Su by chance, did not know Li Jie and Zhao Qing, and did not understand the past between these people...

It is about the past of countless lives.

Such grievances are too heavy, Zhao Yan can't nod his head, and can't shake his head either.

He is just an outsider.

Looking up at Li Jie not far away, whose body was crumbling, and his wife who was still in his arms even if he was seriously injured, Zhao Yan's eyes were wet.

"I know...you have to pay for your life if you kill someone..." Zhaoyan stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears blurring his vision, "In my hometown, every time there is a murder, everyone is very angry...We all think that the murderer should not go unpunished...

But I can't nod easily, I..."

Xiao Su didn't wait for Zhaoyan to finish speaking, then turned his head to look at Li Jie, vile and playful: "Since I want to see my stove, you can perform a sky lantern."

Zhaoyan's eyes widened, and he quickly grabbed Xiao Su's sleeve, his voice unsteady in anxiety: "I didn't, I..."

Xiao Su stretched out his hand to touch Zhaoyan's head, and interrupted him: "The red wedding dress is good to look at when burned, it won't scare you."

"Xiao Su, your parents deserve to be burned and eaten by others, giving birth to a monster like you is a disaster for the common people!" Zhao Qing broke free from Li Jie's arms, took up a weapon and attacked Xiao Su, "How dare they live?" , they deserve to die!"

These words hit Xiao Su Nilin, Xiao Su frowned immediately, and mercilessly swept Zhao Qing's attack away with his palm wind, the black evil spirit penetrated directly into Zhao Qing's abdomen.

Her body was hit, she spit out a mouthful of blood, and slammed into the crumbling house.

The sparks from the house fell on her wedding dress, and the flames burst out immediately, burning hotter and hotter.

"Qing'er!" Seeing this, Li Jie got up to rescue Zhao Qing, but just as he took a step, the black fire from the soles of his feet spread along his thighs.

"Xiao Su, even if I turn into a ghost, I won't let you go!" Zhao Qing's eyes were about to burst, "You killed my father and my sect, you bastard, you deserve to be cast aside by the world! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

The screams suddenly broke out.

Xiao Su watched coldly.

Xiao Su's eyes narrowed when he saw that Li Jie couldn't take care of himself, moved to Zhao Qing's side, stretched out his hand to put out the fire on her body, and didn't stop even though bones were visible in his palm.

"Tsk, it's really touching." Xiao Su sighed.

How could it not be touching?

Thousands of years ago, an order to strangle the world's demon cultivators came down. Xiao Su, who had just turned ten years old, was holding the fruits he had picked and was excited to take them home for his parents to taste. Standing in front of the cave, what he saw was raging Burning fire.

It was the laughing faces of a group of people in white clothes.

It was the figure of countless close friends of his magic cultivator who had fallen to the ground in the past.

It was a child who had just learned to walk and shed blood all over the floor.

It was the scene where his parents were targeted and shot through the body with rockets in order to protect the demon cultivators around them.

His father also protected his mother like this, wrapping his mother tightly in his arms with his broad arms.

Countless arrows were shot into Ren's back, Ren's skin was burnt and scorched, and he did not let go.

Xiao Su panicked, stumbled and ran over, calling for his father and mother in a hoarse voice.

Daddy told him to go, but he took out a spell and tried desperately to save his parents.

But he is a child who is not physically mature, how can his cultivation be compared to a group of elders?

Therefore, he was pushed to the ground, slapped in the face, and pierced through the chest with a sword.

They crushed his wounds with their feet, stepped over his face, and walked into the cave one by one.

The fruits Xiao Su picked were scattered all over the ground, and they were trampled to pieces. The juice overflowed, and the green skin was stained with red blood. It tasted very sweet, but he failed to let his parents taste it, and they will not be able to taste it in the future...

He has no parents.

The thirteen sects were completely destroyed, and disappeared without a trace within one night.

On the way back leading Zhaoyan, Zhaoyan cried a lot.

But Xiao Su was in a good mood.

There was a rare normal smile on his handsome and arrogant face, and he even patiently cared about the sobbing furnace.

"What are you crying about?" Xiao Su asked.

Zhaoyan shook his head, his eyes were red: "I don't know... I feel uncomfortable..."

"reason."

"When a person dies, there is nothing..."

"Lu Ding, the life and death of most people in this world has nothing to do with you." Xiao Su stretched out his hand to ruffle his short hair, "Don't waste emotion."

"It's different..." Although Zhaoyan's living environment is not rich, it is peaceful after all.

They have laws there, and horrible things will be governed and punished by the law. They are firmly protected by the law, and the ABO Federation will help them deal with such things as death.

He had never seen such a cruel means of dealing with life.

There was no one in the alley, and Zhao Yan's sobbing was particularly eye-catching, Xiao Su's complexion suddenly sank.

"Wipe your snot clean, and let this deity see you shed a tear for those garbage, and this deity will teach you a lesson now."

Hearing the words, Zhao Yan suddenly froze.

He hastily raised his hand and wiped his face with his sleeve. After wiping, he turned to face Xiao Su, with a crying voice that hadn't fully recovered: "Wipe, wipe...I won't cry..."

Xiao Su pinched his chin, looked at the other party's beautiful almond eyes covered with a layer of mist, and a smile appeared on his lips.

He stretched out his hand and wiped the remaining tears in the corner of Zhaoyan's eyes with his fingertips.

The crystal water drops reflected the light under the dim lantern, and the color was pure and clean.

"You've wiped it off, so what is it?" Xiao Su asked intentionally.

Zhaoyan's heart felt cold, and his face flushed instantly: "This, this is..."

Xiao Su sighed: "I'm really disobedient."

Zhaoyan lowered his head slowly, not daring to look directly at Xiao Su: "I'm sorry..."

"Lick it clean, don't let it stain the deity's hands."