Nan Yiming resisted the urge to take action several times, because he felt a dangerous aura on one of the red-faced men wearing pointed hats, and he didn't even dare to get closer.

He watched the men in secret search in the village for a long time, and finally retreated quietly under the guidance of the red-faced man. Nan Yiming did not dare to stay for a long time and rushed back to the Wuying Gate.

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Qian Duoduo almost returned with the starlight. Although he was proven to have no qualifications for cultivation, he would not be discouraged. At least he was a traitor disciple and thought that he could inform his grandfather in time to inform him about his news.

He was passing by the Rhine River outside the village and was about to squat down to wash his face, but was shocked to find that the river water he was holding was bright red like blood and was flowing.

His expression suddenly changed and screamed and ran towards the village.

The door plaque of Mobei Village was broken into the soil, but the sight of it was a terrible scene of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

The corpses of the villagers fell in a pool of blood, with a terrified expression on their faces. The tears of the children dried up on their little faces of fear and pain. Qian Duoduo's eyes suddenly turned red, his fists clenched, and he ran around like crazy!

He saw Li Erniang lying in the bun shop, looking at the roof with huge eyes open, and the buns all over the ground bloomed blood-red roses around her.

In the blacksmith shop, Uncle Tian’s sword was inserted into his heart, into the bodies of ordinary villagers, taking away their beautiful lives, and also into Qian Duoduo’s heart. He felt that the sky was dark and the pain twitched into his nerves, and tears burst out.

"Why...why..."

Qian Duoduo murmured numbly.

Qian Duoduo was afraid of walking, and finally walked to his grandfather's house with heavy steps. He pushed open the door with his trembling hands, as if he had opened the farthest distance in the world.

The Citroen tree stood in a corner of the courtyard, and Mr. Chen held a silver sword and poured it into the iron flowers on the ground. The blood dyed his chest red and the petals of the Citroen tree red, which looked particularly dazzling. Mr. Chen's eyes looked at the door, like a child waiting for his return home.

"grandfather!!!"

A shout, tears flowed!

Qian Duoduo staggered and knelt heavily on the ground.

He hugged Mr. Chen in his arms with trembling hands, shouting in pain, shaking... His already cold body, for a moment, only felt his heart was ashamed of thoughts.

He couldn't believe that the old man who had been keeping him from wind and rain died in front of him! Two lines of blood and tears flowed silently from his eyes, his lips cracked, and he stammered and cried.

The petals of the Citroen tree are flying in the air, like a snow-white and pure rain.

Qian Duoduo gently wiped the blood from his grandfather's cheeks, looked at his heart and dantian pierced by the flying sword, and looked at the terrifying wounds, he could not imagine how much pain his grandfather had suffered! His little face had already flushed, his anger was stirring up like a dragon in his chest, his eyes were bloodshot, his forehead was bulging, his anger and hatred were filled with suffocation, and he was suffocating! He was like a beast who wanted to choose someone to eat! The copper coin pendant felt his emotional fluctuations and was shaking in his chest!

"Ah!!! Ah!!!!" Qian Duoduo roared!

"Why!!!"

"Why!!!"

The shrill roar was repeated over and over again, resounding throughout the courtyard for a long time, unable to vent his grief and anger, hatred and regret.

He hated why he left the village and failed to protect his grandfather. He hated those ruthless butchers, hated them for taking their grandfather's life and massacred the real Mobei Village.

"One day...I will kill you all!"

Qian Duoduo picked up his grandfather's body and was about to walk out, but found a line of bloody words under him: "Duoduo... Grandpa can't protect you from now on, you must... live well."

As Qian Duoduo's body trembled like a sieve, tears flowed silently on his cheeks again, and bursts of thrust from his chest, the pain...that hurts so much that he suffocates.

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It takes several tears to dissolve the deep sorrow and longing? Those shouting shouts awaken the intoxicating memories. When the picture freezes, who else can you look at and find strength...

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He gently stroked the old man's cheek, and then hugged him tightly.

This is a precious person in life!

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After a while, Wang Shier stood in front of him and said in a low voice: "One day, I will kill all the beasts!"
Chapter completed!