Supreme pardon

Kang Shi opened his mouth stupidly, staring blankly at the flying dragon who tried to stand up and fell over ten steps away.

The mysterious man was not as strong as him, and the kick just now didn't seem like he had used all his strength. How could he easily sweep him so far away?

Just like Kang Shi, Xiang Yang was also very shocked. Such an understatement of action further reflected the gap between the comer and them. He calmly took half a step back, and then slowly pulled out the gun at his waist.

"Sky Eyes scanned human weapons, guns." Wei Duan, who hadn't spoken for a while, suddenly spoke in the mind of Wen Ren Jue, and then added a question like: "Do you want to obliterate the owner?"

The invisible Sky Eye flashed above Xiang Yang's head, and Wen Ren Jue then cast his gaze on Xiang Yang. After just one glance, he turned away his gaze and looked at the flying dragon crawling up from the ground again. The strength of the kick just now was controlled by him. passed.

Xiang Yang froze. Just as he pulled out the gun, the mysterious man suddenly turned his head and glanced at him. Even though it was just a casual glance, he didn't dare to take any other actions for a while.

It's clearly an action hidden behind, why does the other party seem to have extra eyes and see it?

Is it an illusion?

There was cold sweat falling on his forehead.

He always felt that it was not. Although that look was very casual, it seemed to be a warning.

Xiang Yang stared at the mask of the visitor, stood still for a long time, but still stuffed the gun back to his waist.

Wen Renjue turned his attention back just by looking at Xiang Yang. He believed that Xiang Yang was a smart man, and he didn't give Wei Duan affirmative instructions, but he didn't deny Wei Duan's request either. Tianyan will kill him immediately.

Feilong got up from the ground, took a few breaths, and then walked back, with a livid face and pointed at Wen Ren Jue.

"Sneaky, what the hell are you?"

"Hey..." Wen Renjue is in a good mood now, he spread out his hands and smiled: "Let me give you a gift."

Ignoring the nervous expression of the person opposite, Wen Renjue turned around as if he was not on guard against them, and said slowly with his back to them: "It seems that you can't escape these bugs, so... before you die, I will Give you time to do what you want?"

"Fart! Why do you decide whether we live or die?" A middle-aged man standing a little distance behind Wen Renjue finally couldn't hold back. Seeing the other party's back turned to him, he slashed at the top of Wen Renjue's head with a knife.

Behind his head was the sound of the wind brought by the sharp weapon. Wenren Jue turned sideways with a light movement, raised his long legs, and kicked the knife in the opponent's hand with a precise kick. Holding the hand holding the knife in one good hand, he squatted down with a distorted face, clenched his teeth so as not to make a sound.

Judging from the twisted palm, Wen Ren Jue's kick should have broken his bones firmly and firmly.

"It's quite tough." He said four words as if appreciative, shook his head, Wenren Jue passed through these people, and arrived at a big tree beside them, crossed his arms, and leaned against the tree.

After leaning against the tree root, Wen Renjue closed his eyes, as if he was already asleep.

The rest of you looked at me and I looked at you, and they didn't move for a while.

Wen Renjue maintained his movements without opening his eyes, and just asked, "What's the matter? You don't want it at this time?"

Before a few people opened their mouths, the man who was squatting on the ground with his arms folded just now yelled out, and saw that starting from his feet, blue flames started to burn on the opponent's body. The flames burned slowly and weakly, but in one Bit by bit, the flesh and blood on his body was burned away.

Even the big man was so stubborn, he also howled in pain. The sound was so miserable that the swarm of insects waiting around him retreated without knowing why.

Wenren Jue clearly did nothing, everything seemed inexplicable!

Wen Xing twisted his pretty face, stared at the mysterious person, and began to mutter unconsciously: "The devil! It's the devil! You are the devil!!" The voice grew from small to loud, and the last one actually overwhelmed the people on the ground. scream.

"What the hell did you do?" Feilong collapsed, looking at the rolling man on the ground, he stepped forward to undress and tried to extinguish the strange flame on the big man's body, but it didn't work.

This is no longer what they understand that humans can do. No matter how hard he insists, he has never seen a big scene.

The usual domineering in the village under his father's majesty is fine, but today's series of events have completely disrupted his thinking.

Wen Renjue didn't care about their hysteria, closed his eyes and said softly: "This fire will slowly consume a person's flesh and blood. It won't kill you all at once, but it will let you experience the pain of being burned before death."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. For a moment, blue flames ignited under the feet of the few remaining people. The intense pain of burning.

Wen Renjue closed his eyes, turned his head carefully to listen to the screams of these people, and then snapped his fingers lightly, and the blue flame that started burning strangely from the bottom of their feet was instantly extinguished.

Now, Feilong and the others didn't dare to pant anymore, looking at the scorched and deformed insteps in an instant, their faces were pale.

Wen Renjue opened his eyes, and the expressions of several people in his sight were all pale and despairing. Feilong stood up straight tremblingly, his face was pale, but his pupils showed strong unwillingness.

The two adults in Gathering Village supported each other, bowing their heads and waiting for death.

Xiang Yang squatted down, holding the burned instep with one hand, but looked at him at the same level, revealing the silence after panic.

Kang Shi looked at the back of his feet for a while, then raised his head in a daze, but his eyes were not focused, his lips kept opening and closing, and seemed to be talking to himself non-stop, but he couldn't really hear what he was saying.

Wen Xing rolled on the ground, his black hair was disheveled, and his handsome face was full of tears.

After looking at the ugly appearance of several people for a while, Wen Renjue slightly straightened up from the root of the tree, clasped his hands together and patted several people back from their stupidity.

But following the applause came a ring of blue fire burning around them like a circle.

Just like the protective circle drawn by Monkey King for Tang Seng in Journey to the West.

Now the blue circle burning around Xiang Yang and the others is going to kill them.

Wenren Jue's voice was flat, without the smile just now, as if he was tired of playing, he just said in a narrative way: "This circle of fire will gradually shrink, and eventually it will burn to the soles of your feet. The time in between is about two to ten minutes." After a pause, he gave a dry laugh without a smile: "How, this is the last 10 minutes of your life in this world, don't you have anything you want to do?"

Several people stared at the blue light circle like will-o'-the-wisp, and they all moved closer to the center at the same time. Although they knew it was a meaningless struggle with no effect, no one dared to talk to the devil in front of them. It seems that there is still elegance, but every one of them is calm and unconcerned, and there is an absolutely indifferent killing intent.

By now, a few of them have completely understood.

No matter who this mysterious man is, he has no other purpose here, but to kill them.

Begging for mercy is useless, and struggling is useless. The flying dragons are like fish being lifted out of the water. The only thing they can do is wait for their own death.

Kang Shi was muttering, his expression was already not right, after a moment of foolishness, he suddenly rushed towards the blue circle of fire, trying to jump out of the circle of fire.

When he came to the blue fire circle, he lifted his feet and seemed to jump out of the fire circle. Several people behind him stared at him intently. Unfortunately, the blue fire circle seemed to be alive and could sense the fleeing behavior of the prey. , which was only a few tens of centimeters high, the fire belt that was quietly burning inward on the ground jumped up sharply at the section where he was about to escape. The flame was as high as Kang Shi's head in an instant. , he could only rush into the strange fire of Qi Rengao alive.

Although he is already insane, his survival instincts are still there, his head is clear for a moment, he cries loudly, falls to the ground and then crawls to another direction, no accident, as long as the ring of fire senses his approach , will jump high in an instant, cut off his hope, and also cut off the last hope of survival of the few people watching silently behind him.

Kang Shi didn't try any more, turned around and cried silently and crawled back to Feilong and the others. The circle of fire was still burning inward, and they didn't have much time left.

Wen Renjue raised his head, there was no emotion in his pupils, he looked up at the blue sky for a while, he didn't pay attention to Kang Shi's struggle, he didn't lower his head until he heard nothing but crying in his ears , refocused his attention on a few people like a reward.

"Flying Dragon." This time he spoke, his voice was calm.

The person called by him was shocked in the circle of fire.

Facing Feilong's surprised gaze, Wen Renjue's eyes were fixed on Wen Xing who was curled up on the ground, and his tone was indifferent: "He has been stalking your appetite, and he has always sought benefits for himself, but he doesn't pay attention to you at all."

Feilong then unconsciously cast his eyes on Wen Xing on the ground. Perhaps he had no more thoughts before he died, and some were just unwilling. He knew that he should not listen to what that person said, but perhaps the words hit the resentment in his heart. He still couldn't help but shifted his gaze to Wen Xing.

The person crying on the ground with distorted face is not as good-looking as before, but he is still the person he has been thinking about for several years.

In the past, I always thought that there was still a lot of time, and understood the calculations in Wen Xing's mind but didn't take it seriously, and had the fun of chasing, but now... the circle of fire in my sight is gradually shrinking, and there is no hope of escape.

His strong dissatisfaction may not be without love for Wen Xing.

"Now that you are going to die, don't you want to get what you want?" The words were bewitching, Wen Renjue put his hands behind his head, leaned against his body, expressionless.

Feilong didn't interrupt him, just stood there in a daze, staring at Wen Xing obsessively, as if he didn't hear Wenren Jue's words, but his vision gradually became deep and distorted.

Wen Xing on the ground opened his mouth, wanting to say something, and shifted his eyes left and right, looking at the flying dragon for a while, and the mysterious person with a leisurely expression and a flat tone outside the circle of fire.

He squeaked and wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't control more fragmentary cries. He looked helplessly at Xiangyang and Kang, but found that the rest of the people seemed to have no idea what the mysterious man said. Without any reaction, there is only a numb silence waiting to die.

"No...no!" He cried and shook his head, the broken words groaned out of his mouth, his eyes were stern in despair, although he had been holding on to Feilong's appetite and giving hints from time to time, who made Feilong a villager? The eldest son, and he loves him so hard, but he never thought it was true...and it was still in front of so many people.

Besides, he was about to die, so there was no need for him to continue to curry favor with Feilong, and he didn't like this man, so why was he persecuted before he died.

"I don't want it!" Finally, he yelled, stretched his arms and crawled back.

Having been with Feilong for several years, how could he fail to see the growing desire in the man's eyes and the desire to indulge before death, those eyes were not as gentle as before, suppressing evil spirits.

Feilong's repressed desire was not reconciled, and he collapsed when he came into contact with Wen Xing's momentary strong resistance and undisguised disgust. He seemed to understand something, and he seemed to give up something.

Seeing his bloodshot eyes diverted from Wen Xing's body and condensed fiercely on the people outside the fire circle, the voice in his mouth no longer trembled, as if he had accepted his impending fate.

"Who the hell are you?"