"...If you have a little conscience, go back to your seat and repent before the head of the throne."

On the top of the mountains, those who had been mistakenly entered into the mountains during their teenage years, and the people wearing the same clothes at the moment are encircling the youth group, even though everyone is standing out, the wind is sacred. However, for him, he is gnashing his teeth and hating the sky. The teenagers wear the same clothes as them, and they are tall and straight, and their eyes are as clear as ever.

"The master is not my kill, not my kill."

He is arguing, but his words are not heard.

"All the disciples, take it."

The old man who led the many disciples had a sharp look, and with a wave of hands, everyone who had already been ready to go was swarming.

"The master is not my killer. One day I will find out the truth and I will be innocent."

He was shocked, and a powerful force and magic reflected each other. He shook everyone away and broke away.

When he came to the mundane world, he immediately returned home.

At home, as always, even though he became a child of the Xianjia Dao School, the old couple and the lovers of the childhood are living better. However, the old people who have been used to the simple life still have not changed their own. Living habits.

Seeing that the old couple who were considered to be grandparents were still there, he smiled. This was the first time he laughed after he inexplicably took the responsibility of killing his master as a father.

He walked in and slammed his head as usual. However, this time he was greeted with not the rough hands that were all but the warmth of the old man, but a sharp sword that smeared the poisonous sword.

He looked up and looked incredulously at the two old men who were amiable in the past. At the moment, they looked like they were cold and looked down. They looked at the two swords that passed through their lungs and heart. He opened his mouth and took a blood. Spit it out.

A poisonous poison infiltrates from the blood, shuttles through the body, and a special pulse power rises up. It has been the magic of the blood of half of the Mozu, which has been suppressed by his master with the right way. Inspired.

His palm is like a knife, and he cuts two sharp swords that are stabbed to his body. However, because he can't control the power, he flies out the two old people. However, all this is a clever killing. The original brother of his sect came to see him.

"The scorpion animal, when it is really enchanting, killing the head is not counted, even the young man who raised you up from childhood, you also got a poisonous hand, it seems that the uncle is right, the devil is the devil, even if it is camouflaged But after all, I can't hide my own nature."

Some people denounced, these were once his brothers and brothers, eating together, sleeping together, practicing together, being lazy together, and being punished with the brothers and sisters, but at the moment they are as disgusted as they used to be used by others. Look at yourself with contemptuous eyes.

A stifling, because of the stimulation of the spirit and the role of toxins, he became stronger and re-enacted.

When the master who is like a parent is dead, the old couple who raised him grow up, and the most beloved ones are dead in front of themselves, and they have become the "murderers" who killed them. He feels that the sky is going to fall. However, there is still a belief to support him, that is to find out the truth, there is another person to support him, that is, her own childhood, has already agreed to become a husband and wife.

Take out the spell, cast the Tao, and suddenly locked her where she is, this is the token of his gift, which has his hair, which can be traced.

This is a yard, magnificent, absolutely not ordinary people can have, the degree of luxury, even the official can not match.

Taking advantage of the wounded body, he stumbled into the house, hiding his body, hiding from the nursing home and his gaze, and he broke into the house where she was.

"You, who are you."

A horrified sound, and a faint **** smell, let him frown and turn his head, he saw the most terrible picture of this life, a picture that made him fall into hell.

A fat-headed fat man wearing a pair of pajama pants is looking at him with a **** look. He is like a demon's uninvited guest, his legs are constantly shaking, and he is not concerned with this, but the one is tied. Hands, squatting in the red LUO, all over the body, lying in bed, the woman who is already mad, the lover of his childhood.

"Come, come on."

The chubby rich family screamed in horror. In the past, he also played with women. Even though he had had many thrills, he was stunned by the people who had entered the guarded home for the first time. It was full of ground and wanted to escape. However, a ghost sticking out of **** was straight through his chest and dug out his still beating heart. .

He burst into tears, looked at her bruises, and gently covered the quilt to cover it. She shivered and felt the movement of Chu Rui. She was already unconscious and she thought it was the one who was going to torture her. The devil, the body curled up.

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

He hugged her, the pain and remorse in his eyes rolled, the violent and killing intentions that had been suppressed in his heart continued to rise, and he wanted to occupy his heart. He repeated this sentence constantly. Every time he said it, he let himself The heart is even more painful.

"who are you."

She is a maddening woman, her voice is weak and mosquitoatic. However, for him, it is just like a blue sky. He looks at her incredulously, his eyes are round and round, and a touch of bright red mixed with tears flows down his cheeks.

She does not know herself.

She does not know herself.

He felt that his world had completely collapsed, everything was collapsed, and all the light was swallowed up by the darkness.

"It’s really a moving reunion."

In the room, a voice suddenly sounded. He didn't look up. It was just that the holding of the breath was gradually weak, and she was slowly disappearing.

"Teacher, see the uncle, how to treat it like this, so I said, I am also the younger brother of your devil master. How can you call me?"

The master who had led him on the top of the mountains to chase him, his master, the master of his father’s master, is now full of false smiles, sacred, and killed by him. The body of the fat man’s scorpion is not stained with blood, and the appearance of dust is convincing.