Old state

The snow is getting heavier.

Yang Zigui saw at a glance the man who was tied up and beaten to death in the middle of the courtyard.He clenched the fan bone tightly, and the tyrannical heart that hadn't been felt for a long time surged up, killing them, killing them.

All, kill them all.

He is the big devil who is frightened by the children of Kyushu because of the battle of Qindiling.

He was alone against hundreds of knights from the Righteous Path.

On that day, Qin Diling's corpses were strewn all over the field, and blood flowed like rivers.

He became famous in the first battle, and has since become a well-known evil spirit.

On weekdays, he looks weak and weak, but once he gets irritated, he will be a life-threatening ghost who climbed up from the [-]th floor of hell.

It should be a matter of practice.

Every time I get angry, I can't help but want to see blood, and the more I practice martial arts, the more serious this problem becomes.

He once studied the martial arts he practiced, but he didn't go back to the mountains and fell, and the martial arts were incomplete.And his master died early, so he could only figure it out by himself.

Yang Zigui looks like a fool, but he is actually the most arrogant and unyielding person.He didn't want to be controlled by a mere exercise, and he tried his best to cultivate himself on weekdays, and rarely got angry.

But when he saw his pampered child, his patriarch, the only person in this world who had a special relationship with him, and even the only person he cared about in this world, was beaten to a bloody mess, he felt The blood slowly spread, rendering the whole world.

There was blood everywhere, all of it, red, warm, and slightly fishy.

Kill, kill, kill!

The bloodthirsty Yang Zigui who was stimulated didn't know anything. He was wearing a green robe, and there were faint cloud patterns in the dark. His long hair tied with a ribbon of the same color was scattered under the action of internal force and flew into the air.

He spread out the folding fan in his hand, waved it, and pulled out a soft sword from it. A breathtaking light flowed on the silver soft sword. He held the sword horizontally in front of his chest, but there was a monstrous look on his originally delicate and gentle face. colorful.

Both the silver mask and the wealthy businessman surnamed Wang were stunned, and even the guards who were practicing the lynching looked up at him.

That height, that kind of temperament, and the current oppressive feeling of internal force are not what a normal person would have.

People who have practiced martial arts clearly feel the danger, which is the unavoidable fear and panic that a gentle herbivore meets a ferocious carnivore.

And the wealthy businessman surnamed Wang and the silver mask who was confident in martial arts just looked at the figure in midair fascinated.

Because of his strength and strangeness, Yang Zigui had a strange charm, a charm that captivated people's hearts and souls.

They just watched obsessively, not knowing that what the figure brought was death.

Large flakes of snowflakes fell, melted in the warm blood, and merged into a gurgling stream.Remnants were scattered on the ground, and some low-lying places were even floating on bloody water.Those who are still alive are so frightened that their legs and feet are weak. This is not a human being, but a demon.

How could they escape the claws of the devil?

Soon, the huge yard was filled with corpses.

Yang Caiqiong struggled to stand up, looking at the last drop of blood slowly shed from that radiant and peerless sword, looking at the man who killed many people in a green dress whose original color could not be seen at all, looking at a handful of silk-like A little bit of blood splattered on the black hair, looking at the pair of originally clean ink pupils full of blood

He should be afraid.

Yang Zigui is not normal at all now, and it is impossible for him to recognize him, maybe this kind of sword ended his life.

But Yang Caiqiong was very happy.

This man is here to save him, right?

This person became what he is now, like an evil ghost climbing up from the eighteenth floor of purgatory, because he was angry and sad to see him being injured, right?

Then what is he afraid of?

The eight-year-old child grabbed the stick that had beaten him before, and his blood was still on it, and used the stick to support him step by step towards the person standing in the pool of blood.

Yang Zigui just looked at him like that, struggling, every step he took would affect the wound on his hip, the blood continued to flow down, soaking the fox fur he bought himself.

It must be very painful.

But why is he laughing?

He slowly turned his head and blinked, his blood-colored pupils were full of confusion.

It seems that this person is different.

Even though he almost lost consciousness now and was completely controlled by the bloodthirsty obsession, he still vaguely knew that this person seemed impossible to kill.

Obviously he would be very excited to see the blood, but there seems to be some pain on the left side.He slowly reached out and pressed his heart.

This is, what does it feel like?

He opened his eyes wide, and stared blankly at the little kid moving over step by step with difficulty, standing in front of him, tugging at the corner of his clothes, raised his bloody little face, and smiled at him.

This person is special and must not be hurt.

Yang Zigui stretched out his arms to pick up the child, but he hugged his wound.He felt the child in his arms take a breath, and his arms felt warm.

He froze on the spot at a loss, thought for a while, gritted his teeth, and said slowly: "Hold on, we'll be going home soon."

As he said that, he gently picked up the child, and used his lightness kung fu to sweep towards the direction of Wuhui Mountain.

That was his home. The warmest and most peaceful days of his life were spent in the Devil's Cult, and the Devil's Cult was the most peaceful harbor in his subconscious mind.

The devil's lair that Kyushu's son-in-law turned pale upon hearing about it was the place he pursued, relied on, and guarded all his life.