The strongest queen of the six realms

Chapter 281 The state of mind is still a demon (5)
"Mother Muzuki, don't worry, I won't hurt this child, after all, she is my sister." After saying that, she pulled back the hem of her clothes from Kannazuki's hand, and left with the child in her arms. Kannazuki's sudden hand knot and the flashing golden light on the child in her arms.

Feng Ranmo and those people were all taken aback when they saw this place, people in the underworld were no exception. Although they knew that the mistress was brought by Sheng Qingjue's side since she was born, no one thought that it would be In such a scene, only Si Yajun hugged the quiet Luo Qingchen, and did not look at the pictures refracted from Luo Qingchen's deep memory, and those pictures were not in Luo Qingchen's memory, but tears Silky, tears have been by Kannazuki's side all year round, the yearning for Kannazuki has indirectly affected Luo Qingchen, and that's how the above scene came to be, but the picture didn't stop here, but continued down After leaving, like a lantern on a revolving horse, it reflected Luo Qingchen's experience in the heavenly realm.

"From now on you will be called Wang Chuan, obediently listen to me, I don't like disobedient people, just like your brother, if he listens to me, he won't be living in the human world now." Sheng Qingjue looked With a faint smile, he caressed Wang Chuan who opened his eyes slightly and looked at him smiling. With a slight movement in his heart, he leaned over and pressed a kiss on Wang Chuan's forehead lightly, but his hand lightly slid across Wang Chuan's immature and snow-white shoulders. The nails pierced into Wang Chuan's skin, and a little bit of blood overflowed. With the movement of his fingers, the blood on Wang Chuan's body became more and more, and Wang Chuan's crying became softer and softer.

When Feng Ranmo saw the imprint, her body almost trembled and she stumbled from the soft couch to stand up. She looked at the imprint covered in blood without blinking, which was called the imprint of betrayal by Xuan Yun. He didn't believe it at first, but now it is reflected in Luo Qingchen's memory, everyone in the audience heard what Sheng Qingjue said before, Wang Chuan had an older brother before he was born, if it wasn't for...

People in the underworld all turned their eyes to Feng Ranmo's body. Feng Ranmo continued to look at her with a pale face. Now just a mark can't explain anything, but the trembling hands under the sleeves are tightly clenched. He dodges with the wandering look, he is escaping.

"Chuan'er grows up, so he should learn to fight. This is the person in my heaven. The target is that person. If you can't kill him, Chuan'er, you know the punishment." Sheng Qingjue hugged the boy who had just learned to walk. Wang Chuan came to the human world and stood on a busy street, pointing to a middle-aged man and talking to Wang Chuan.

Wang Chuan's eyes did not have the innocence and ignorance that a child should have, but only endless indifference and darkness. If you look carefully, you can see the blood-red scars on the skin that cannot be covered by the collar. Wang Chuan followed Sheng Qingjue's hand and looked over, his indifferent eyes only saw the middle-aged man's movements, while others were ignored by her, and nodded silently, Sheng Qingjue taught her before coming method of killing.

Children are the least likely to be suspected.

Stumbling towards the middle-aged man, he hid a deadly dagger in his arms, and when he was about to reach the middle-aged man's side, Wang Chuan wobbled a few times and was caught by a half-sized man behind him. The child bumped and finally fell to the ground. Before she could get up, her target middle-aged man squatted down with a silly smile and gently hugged her. His embrace was very warm, much better than Sheng Qingjue's. There are too many, but Wang Chuan doesn't have any nostalgia.

A person who is so warm is equally cold after death.

The little hand gently pressed the dagger in his arms, and took it out when the middle-aged man was not paying attention. The dagger was very small, specially made for her by Sheng Qingjue, only half the size of an adult's palm, so Wang Chuan picked it up. It is also extremely convenient, "Did you get lost, little guy?"

It seemed that the middle-aged man's laughing voice sounded in his ears, it was very warm, but when the blood flowed out of his chest, Wang Chuan clearly remembered the naive smile on the middle-aged man's face that hadn't faded in the future. Without any precautions, he died in the hands of a harmless child. Even though the child had just learned to walk, he hugged Wang Chuan's fallen body with his hands tightly around Wang Chuan, as if he was afraid that she would hurt from the fall. generally.

Wang Chuan had already put away his dagger, and stared blankly at the dead middle-aged man, with no expression on his face, indifferent, as if the flowers and plants in front of her were nothing more than flowers and plants, feeling the warmth and faint blood on his face. Wang Chuan raised his hand to touch it, and the corners of his mouth were slightly drawn up, making it impossible to tell whether he was crying or laughing again.

Regardless of the exclamation and panic of the people around, Sheng Qingjue picked up Wang Chuan and disappeared in place.

The people who saw this place were in an uproar. Thinking of what Luo Qingchen said before, they felt chills down their backs. It turned out that what she said was true, Wang Chuan, Wang Chuan is a name endowed with the meaning of death, bloody and cruel, Like the manjusawa blooming on both sides of the underworld, it is as monstrous as it is deadly.

With a "snap", Wang Chuan tilted his head, and the flushed palm print on his fair face was a bit glaring, "Chuan'er, as I said before, human beings don't have a good thing, and they can't have feelings for them. They are cowardly and humble, how can you have feelings for them."

Wang Chuan didn't speak, and in fact she couldn't speak either. After being beaten and scolded, her little face still didn't show much emotion, she lived like a puppet, and there was no wave in her dark eyes. .

Sheng Qingjue didn't say anything more, he locked him in the room directly, and only after Sheng Qingjue left, Wang Chuan moved, raised his hand to touch the swollen and burning cheek, raised his eyes From now on, there is no life in the pitch black.

Xiaobei didn't expect that he would see such a scene when he brought Xia Xinglan and Luo Jingyang. That little figure was weak like a puppet, obeying Sheng Qingjue's words, killing people without mercy, and the character of the mistress It will start to get twisted and weird around that time.

Luo Jingyang was about to laugh a few times and said that he had finally come out of that dark place, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a little girl who looked very similar to Luo Qingchen waving the dagger in her hand expressionlessly to harvest life, blood spattering When she came out, she would not dodge, until she killed all those people, she stood still slightly, the dress on her body was already stained red with blood, dripping with blood, but what greeted her was a wave of Sheng Qingjue. Slap, "Chuan'er, you can't have any tolerance and kindness. Cutting the weeds and rooting out the roots is the best choice. You forgot that the person who will die after showing mercy will be yourself."

Wang Chuan is now an eight or nine-year-old child, and that palm-sized face has begun to take on its present delicate appearance, a pair of pitch-black cold pools that seem to have bottomless depths without any vitality, faint, like a statue The puppet raised the dagger in her hand and reaped the lives of those children who were about her age. Blood splashed into her eyes, and she just blinked uncomfortably.

(End of this chapter)