The tyrant only favors the alluring concubine

Chapter 289 Secret
Before he finished crying, he had already slammed his head against the doorpost, with blood spurting out of Lao Gao, he intermittently said to the man, "Don't kill him, we will die for him..."

The man still didn't speak, just walked out, the cold wind gusts, his black clothes danced in the wind a feminine arc, like a seductive attendant from hell.

On Laoshan Mountain, the skull flag is fluttering in the wind, and several leaders in the cottage are drinking and eating meat. They just made a big deal, which is enough for them to eat and drink for three lifetimes.

A young man outside reported in a panic. A man came from the cottage. The man walked all the way without saying a word. Someone dared to stop him, but he killed him with a sword. No one knew where he came from, but his Martial arts are terrifyingly high.

The leader frowned, put down the bowl, and cursed, "It's so fucking worrying, brothers, copy guys!"

The other two went out together with the leader. In the darkness, they couldn't see the appearance of the person coming. They just felt that the man who was covered in chills had merged with the darkness. He was dressed in moonlight, with the light behind his back, holding a sword, as if he had come from hell. Come.

All the people held their spears and looked at the man in black tremblingly. When the man in black took a step forward, they took a step back. The corpse behind the man in black already explained everything. Make a pad.

As soon as the three chiefs appeared, the scene erupted, and many people who wanted to claim credit and reward in front of the chiefs immediately besieged the man with spears in their hands.
, The man's sword was moving, and his feet were also moving.He didn't seem to be looking at the young men who were besieging him, but went straight to the leader while killing him.

He struck mercilessly, leaving no chance for the enemy to survive. All the minions who wanted to step forward died at his feet, and he stepped forward on their corpses, the blood on the tip of the sword kept falling.

The leader panicked and backed away, "You, it's you...don't come here, someone paid us to do that..."

The man still didn't speak, as if he didn't hear what they were saying, but he stopped and said five words, "If you don't want to die, go!"

The bandit next to him looked at the three leaders shyly. The leader was also a little panicked. He pointed at the man and said, "If you kill him, you can take our fourth position!"

His voice is like Hong Zhong, the big knife in his hand is pointing at the man coldly, his eyes also reveal a ferocious murderous look, he doesn't know the man, and he doesn't know the man's name, but he knows that the man's martial arts are very good, better than he has ever seen Everyone's martial arts should be high.

Maybe, he provoked the wrong person by mistake, but it was too late, he had to, gritted his teeth and kept going.

After his thunderous words, the surrounding minions rushed towards the man like a tide. Most of them are residents at the foot of the mountain without much knowledge. , they get everything.

Swords, guns and sticks attacked the man indiscriminately. The man's phoenix eyes were condensed, and he didn't even look at the minions around him. He walked towards the three leaders with the sword in his hand, unequivocally drinking blood and killing.

Blood flowed into rivers on the mountain, countless corpses piled up together, the desolate wind blew the skeleton flag and coughed, the man was dressed in black with a long sword, and the ink-stained blue silk fluttered in the wind, and the clothes were stained with blood traces. Step, step towards the leader hiding behind the pile of dead people.

In the dark sky, the moonlight was bright and clear, but the indifferent moonlight was not stained with any bloody red, and the sparse Xingzi next to it opened their eyes, staring fixedly at the cruel things in the world.

The man's handsome face was already splattered with blood, and his dazzling phoenix eyes were even more breathtaking in the darkness before dawn. He just walked step by step, and the breath of death followed him. , kept approaching the three leaders who were already dumbfounded.

It turned out that the appearance of a murderer can be so beautiful. He is obviously a demon who kills without blinking an eye, but it is so beautiful that it is shocking.His appearance reminded them of poppies cultivated with blood. He was so beautiful that even though he was poisonous, he still attracted everyone to approach him.

They knew that they couldn't escape. They were afraid that their family members had already been murdered. The three trembled and raised their hands...

The man approached them with a cold face, as if the corpses lying all over the field behind him had nothing to do with him at all. The blood groove of the sword in his hand had been drained, clean and beautiful, just like the owner of the sword.

Killing without blood is a good sword...

Just like this person, who created this horrible hell without changing his face...

He pointed his sword at the three chiefs. He didn't speak, but his actions showed everything. The chief knelt down and begged for mercy, "Hero, let us go, everything we have is yours!"

The man didn't speak, but just took a step forward. The leader started to kowtow on the ground. Before he finished kowtowing, the head and neck had been separated, and his round head was rolling on the ground...

Of the two leaders next to him, one of them stood up even though he was trembling. He knew that begging for mercy was useless.

He looked at the man fixedly, and summoned up the courage to say a word, "If you let me go, I can tell you who is the mastermind behind our scenes..."

The man's sword flicked, and his phoenix eyes flashed a strange luster. It was just a flicker, and his sword had already slanted a sword wind. The wind was very cold, as cold as his eyes. How could such a cold wind Penetrate the leader's body.

He felt that the cold wind pierced him. He looked down at his body, and his body was slanted. From his left chest to his right waist, his body was divided into two parts. Intestines flowed out of his body, but he couldn't speak, he could only make eerie noises.

The weather is very cold, which means that his blood flow is very slow, and it will take a long time for him to die, because his organs are all in the upper body, and he can only feel his own death a little bit...

The last leader was so scared that he couldn't stand anymore. He couldn't pretend to be a hero. I'm afraid that in this situation, no one can pretend to be a hero.

Looking around, the whole mountain was full of corpses. He looked around and found that he had nowhere to escape, and he couldn't escape at all. This man was so terrifying.

Finally, he knelt down again with a "thump", trembling, "My father was dying and asked you to spare my life. He is a good man and he didn't deserve to die!"

He roared loudly, and looked at the handsome man with his eyes wide open. There was a wave in the man's eyes, and the bandit leader shouted again, "He used his clean life to atone for my sins. I should live, I should!"

The man's thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line. He looked at the man indifferently. The sword in his hand was already loose. The man shouted loudly, "My father wanted to persuade you to leave. He was afraid that I would hurt you, but he didn't I know, you are planning to kill his son, his son..."

"I swear, if you let me go, I will be a good person, a good person like my father!" The leader raised his finger, panting and swearing.

The man's brows were tightly frowned. He looked at the corpses all over the floor, and a ray of light from the east. The breeze passed by, and the man could not breathe due to the choking smell, and the hair on his forehead was blown slightly messy.

Finally, he opened his thin lips lightly, and let out a long sigh from his throat, then turned around and walked down the mountain.

The bandit leader collapsed on the ground and let out a long breath. He was covered in cold sweat, and he was extremely decadent among the dead.

The man walked slowly, looking at the corpse on the ground, his eyes showed a momentary look of confusion, his foot inadvertently stepped on a sharp knife, and then the sharp knife flew backwards, he did not look back, but knew that the sharp knife must be through someone's body.

The leader fell down heavily, a sharp knife pierced through his heart, and a bloody tip of the knife was exposed from his back.He looked ahead in puzzlement, at the direction in which the man was leaving. He thought that he had won, and he defeated him with human conscience and mental calculation.

But he didn't know that what the person in front of him lacked most in the distorted environment of the palace was conscience, and what he was best at since he was a child was mental arithmetic.

The place that is more dangerous than the imperial palace is the East Palace, and the place that is more difficult than the emperor is His Royal Highness...

The man was walking back in the morning sun. His boots were stained with blood. He walked at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. He took off his boots and washed them by the river. He was afraid that the smell of blood would pollute his pure land... …

His Xiaoyu doesn't like him killing people, and his Xiaoyu also hates the smell of blood on his body. He can kill all the people in the world for her, and he can also put down the butcher knife for her.

Once thought, thousands of rivers and mountains, once thought gone, vicissitudes of life...

He was walking on the mountain in wet boots, leaving his winding footprints on the road, the sun was shining, the warm light was constantly jumping on the branches, a soft expression began to appear on his face, and from a distance, he saw His cabin, and the woman in front of the cabin.

The woman's face was pale, exquisite and translucent under the sunlight. She saw him from a distance and embraced him. She called him, "Ning Lan..."

Xiao Ninglan smiled slightly. The smile on Jun's face was like a cloud breaking through the sunrise, shining brightly. He dropped the sword in his hand and ran towards Yan Xiaoyu.

Yan Xiaoyu threw herself into his arms, rubbing her cheek lightly in his arms, smelling the strong smell of blood on his body, she frowned and raised her head, "You killed someone again?"

Xiao Ninglan shook her head, and pulled her into the room, "No, it was just going down the mountain to avoid debts, why did you come out of the secret room? It's not safe outside..."

Yan Xiaoyu's face was solemn, and she gently withdrew her hand from his, "Yun Duo, they threw him off the cliff, how could I stay in the secret room?"

Xiao Ninglan stopped in his tracks. He looked back at her, hugged her tightly into his arms, pursed his thin lips for a long time, and said three words softly, "I'm sorry."

(End of this chapter)