Chapter 472: Killing (seeking a monthly pass)

The old man suddenly became angry and angered, mentioning that the little boy would fall to the ground.
"Hey, Chen Laosi, don't be guilty. These children have spent a lot of elixir to become the culture solution. The culture solution can be taken. If you smash the precious culture solution, Be careful that the master is licking your skin!"
Chen Laosi’s face was awkward, and suddenly the little boy was pressed on the cutting board, and he smiled and said:
Even if I can’t kill, I cut his hands and feet, and let his blood flow a little, can you?

"Brother - brother -! Don't kill the big brother... oh..." The children shouted in the cage.
The little boy on the chopping board was still struggling, but he was so strong that he could break off the palm of Chen Laosi.
Seeing that the big knife was lifted high, the blade was getting closer and closer to himself, and the little boy closed his eyes desperately.
However, after a while, the expected pain did not come.
In the ear, I remembered the loud noise of "砰", which was the sound of the big knife falling to the ground.
Then, the entire basement was in chaos.
The little boy opened his eyes cautiously, only to see the junction of light and shadow, and two figures flashed slowly.
The man who walked in front was extremely delicate and beautiful, but there was a scar of scar on his face. At this time, his hand was holding a flying sword, and the sword was smashed.
Chen Laosi, who was just about to start his own work, has already tumbling on the ground, holding his broken arm with blood flow and making painful mourning.
"Who are you? Do you know where it is?!"
The basement was in a mess, and even the old men who were in the refining of medicines were surrounded by them.
The valley wind snorted and looked at the beasts of the beasts. The eyes were full of disgust and hatred. They said coldly and coldly: "I am the one who wants your life!"
As soon as the voice fell, Sen Jian’s sword light skyrocketed like a fireworks bloom.
Wherever Jianguang went, the sound of mourning came one after another, and the broken limbs flew in the arms, and the blood splattered like a hell.
Tunxi looked at it leisurely, meaning nothing.
In the blink of an eye, the brawny who was still killing children in the basement was killed by the valley wind.
Even if there are a few lucky ones who survived, they broke their hands and broke their stomachs. It was even more miserable than death.
The old man of the refining drugs panicked, and someone quietly detoured the corner of the west, trying to press the wall to ask for help.
Xiaoxi saw it with cold eyes and wanted to release the purple scent to prevent it.
Who knows that she is not waiting for her shot, a small figure will be smashed towards the old man who wants to follow the agency.
The old man of refining the medicine was knocked down on the ground and screamed, and the little boy was merciless. He grabbed a machete next to him and cut it down against him.
The blood splattered and the hot liquid that was suffocating and squirting was sprayed on the boy's face.
He stayed for a moment, but immediately returned to God, there is no trace of fear in his eyes, only a strong hatred and attachment.
As soon as the boy turned back, he smiled at the eyes of Shangyu.
At the junction of darkness and light, the juvenile skin is as smooth as the white jade, the lip color is red, and the eyelids are the spring water seeping the ice, clear but cold.
The beautiful red lips tilted slightly, watching him look so high, so careless, but especially attracted him, let him want to approach.