Martial Arts and Fantasy: the Evil Emperor of All Realms

When Xiao Qingcheng heard this, he felt like the sky was falling and the earth fell, and he passed out directly in her husband's arms. If he hadn't still had a son with him, Xiao Qingcheng really wanted to just stay awake, and he wouldn't have to suffer this kind of heart-piercing pain again. At this time, when Xiao Qingcheng saw her son really wake up, she felt that God was so attached to her. Excited, Xiao Qingcheng hugged Aotian tightly, as if afraid of losing it again. , the feelings that had been accumulated for a long time finally broke out at this moment, and wept bitterly.

Chapter 16 Misty Mountain

night.

A silver moon hangs high in the sky, and the galaxy is shining brightly.

The ancient trees in the mountains are towering, the mist is heavy, like white clouds, a peaceful and peaceful scene, the crickets' chirping is the most frequent, it can be said to be endless.

The night was deep, pitch black, and the scenery was almost invisible. However, under the moonlight, the slightly visible black shadows of the scenery, coupled with the thick mist, looked so ghostly.

In the mountains, the stream flows rustlingly, and the clear spring exudes a unique coolness.

At this moment, a handsome man about 25 or [-] years old is tasting the aroma of wine by the stream. He is wearing a snow-white cloak, a gray robe, and black hair dancing in the wind.

"Both the era and the people's hearts have serious problems." He watched the night plainly, secretly said, and at the same time, he looked up at the moonlight in the sky, his eyes were as deep as an endless abyss.

Swish!

Just as he was secretly sighing, he quickly picked up the gourd containing the liquor and walked to the right. At the same time, he did not forget to taste the glass of liquor in his hand.

At this moment, the mountain road began to become restless. A group of figures walked in the dark night, and the carriage appeared more conspicuous on the mountain road.

On the road, a boy about five or six years old held the wind chime tightly in his hand and looked forward. At the same time, a woman about 20 years old in front of him also looked at him. The woman's face was extremely beautiful, and the two reunited. The other party smiled and did not make any conversation.

In the darkness, in an unknown place, a cold light flickered under the reflection of the moonlight, it was a knife.

The one holding the knife was a big man. He looked at the figure on the mountain road in front of him, smiled strangely, stepped forward, looked to the right, and nodded.

"In the torrent of this era of daily turmoil, no matter how much power an individual possesses, he still appears so insignificant." The man drinking wine by the stream has moved away from the peaceful stream, toward the wider mountain. Walking on the mountain road, but still feeling secretly in my heart.

At this moment, in the grass, a cold light flashed past, and it was shining on his face, and he frowned.

"Ah..." A woman's scream followed, followed by screams one after another.

The mountain road suddenly turned into a panic, and everyone ran away desperately.

Swish.

A throwing knife directly hit the back of the head of the woman who was running away, blood was flowing in pools, and her expression was full of fear.

Many people looked at the dead people around them, panicking, because it would be their turn next.

A man was surrounded by two big men holding long knives. He swallowed with difficulty.

"Ah... run... fast." A panicked voice shouted.

But, it's too late.

He yelled with a piercing cry, but he himself could not escape the fate of death.

Swish!

Another knife pierced through a woman's chest, and the blood slowly stained the ground red.

Behind the women, many people have the same experience.On the mountain road, blood was dripping, and the screams became less and less, but there were more and more corpses on the ground.

The weak can't resist, it's total massacre!

Soon, the people present were basically slaughtered, and the slaughterers were extremely excited. They looked at the carriage with a smile, and they saw three women in their twenties tightly guarding the boy holding the wind chime .Seeing this, several massacres nodded, and one of the big men stepped forward.

"Please... don't kill him...!" One of the women stepped forward and begged, but the big man looked indifferent, and he pulled out the long hair on his body and chopped it off.

"Ah...Sister Yushi." The boy's pupils constricted, his eyes were full of fear, and at the same time, a wave of hatred permeated the air.

The woman's blood just fell on his face, he was taken aback, and wiped the blood off his face with his hand, his eyes were empty, his expression was dull, and gradually turned into panic.

The boy picked up a long knife from the ground, his expression was still dull, and his breathing was rapid.

"Don't look." A woman hugged the boy tightly, snatched the long sword from his hand, and it was still on the ground!

"Please, let him go, he's just a child." Another woman came forward and begged.

Moreover, she knelt on the ground and bowed her head.

However, the slaughterer's expression was still indifferent, he picked up the woman and sneered again and again: "What a tender girl, it would be great if I could play for a night."

As he spoke, he swung the knife with his right hand and pierced the woman's throat directly. The woman's expression was full of despair: "Xiaochen, run away!"He murmured with difficulty.

After finishing the woman in front, several slaughterers walked towards the carriage.

Swish.

It was another knife, this knife slashed fiercely on the back of the woman who was holding the boy tightly, blood stained the boy's clothes red.

"Xiaochen, Xiaochen, you are still young. Although you couldn't freely choose the life you want before, you can't be like us, so you have to live and live on behalf of the dead."

Before the words were finished, the woman was pulled by the hair of the massacre and held up high.

"Chen, you have to live." The woman burst into tears!

Without saying a word, the big man with a long knife pierced the woman's throat with the knife, and the woman screamed.

When the woman fell to the ground, she still murmured that the boy should live.

"Live...survive...go, Yang Chen, live for me."

The boy's expression was dull, full of helplessness, and he didn't know what he was thinking.