Xue Xiao, the Patriarch of the Devil's Path - Star Tribulation

Xue Yang is dead.

This is really great news for the world.

However, he came back to life.

Oh, God is really unfair.A bad embryo like him didn't die, but a kind person like Xiao Xingchen couldn't survive.It's really ridiculous.

When Xue Yang woke up, he was in the messy haystack. At the right time, the bright moon and starry sky, the night sky glowed with a faint blue light. It was clearly a beautiful scene, but the surrounding air was suffocatingly cold.

In the eyes of the stars, it looks shining.

Xue Yang felt a little dazed, and subconsciously touched his left hand.

He thought to himself, "It's still there."

still...

Still there, why still? !

This hand should have been severed by Lan Wangji.

After a while, Xue Yang finally realized that something was wrong.

The left hand is still there, but the little finger is gone, and Jiang Mi is still there, but his body clearly only looks like a teenager.

Suddenly, Xue Yang got up from the weeds, picked up the disaster, and patted the dust off his body.

Suddenly, he laughed out loud.

The laughter in the dark night, perhaps according to his previous temperament, it should be cold and intimidating.

But this time, he smiled from the bottom of his heart, feeling happy. His laughter was hearty and clear, revealing those pair of pointed canine teeth, and his slightly thin face looked cute and childish.

He remembered, when is this?At this time, he threatened to kill the Chang family in Liyang. He said that killing them all meant killing them all, and of course not even a single dog would be left behind.

So at this time, Xiao Xingchen is not dead.

Xiao Xingchen is not dead, not dead!

Xue Yang's heart beat violently, sonorously and powerfully, and he could feel the joy that was about to overflow in his heart.

Can do it again, can do it again.

he told himself.

Nothing is more important than Xiao Xingchen being alive.

Therefore, it doesn't matter whether you kill the Liyang Chang family or not.

It doesn't matter whether it is slaughtered or not.

Anyway, he has already done murder and arson. Not only did he do it, but he also did it thoroughly and vividly. He is the best at killing things like this.

The pain of severed fingers, the hatred of severed fingers...

Nothing compares to the heart-piercing pain of Xiao Xingchen's death, as if his heart had been ripped out by a human being, and he was disgusted by that person for not doing it hard enough, he had to throw it on the ground and step on it a few times to relieve his anger until the heart was ripped out. Only when the heart is smashed can I feel comfortable physically and mentally.

He carefully read out the name that has always been on the tip of his heart: "Xiao Xingchen..."

The sound is as soft as a mosquito, as if it will be broken by the wind.

Unbeknownst to him, the young man in the dark, with red eyes, covered his eyes like an abandoned kitten, squatting down and crying.

Sobbing in his mouth, he continued to read vaguely: "Xiao Xingchen, Xiao Xingchen, Xiao Xingchen, Xiao Xingchen..."

As if to engrave this name on the softest place in my heart, and guard it carefully.