Chapter 473: Dirty person

The little boy wiped the blood on his face, and he was quite a small chest. He made a look that I was completely afraid of and looked at it.
This kind of arrogant appearance, but let Xiaoxi could not help but want to laugh out loud.
The little boy's face was red, and he quickly turned to run in front of the iron cage, and all the locks were smashed with a machete, and the children were released one by one.
At this time, Gu Liufeng has already laid down everyone in the basement.
He stood in the blood of the corpse, and the long sword pointed to the old man of a refining drug. He said coldly, "What do you do with so many children?"
"Forgiveness, the immortal is forgiving... We are only hired to refine the spirits and net spirits of this group of children, and nothing else!"
"Seeking the immortal to spare, we are all Murong's people. If you kill us, Murong will not let you go."
"If it is... If there are sons of immortals in this group of children, the immortals are taken away..."
The old man’s words haven’t finished yet, and Gu Liufeng’s sword slams down, and suddenly he’s in the same place, and his life is screaming.
He went to the old man who had been cut off his arm, and the tip of the sword reached Chen’s neck and slowly said:
Say, what did Murong Feng want to do with these children? Where did these children come from?

Chen Laoqi saw his companion being killed by the wind and the wind, and the slaughter of the slaughter had already scared the soul and the urine had flowed to the ground.
He held his broken arm and trembled: "I don't know anything. We are only responsible for drawing blood from these children. The people above need three big pots of blood every day, and they must have a spiritual root. The blood of the boy and the girl, what is used for it, we really don’t know!"
Gu Liufeng glanced at the copper basin on the side, full of the size of the wellhead, the height of the knees, so much blood, how many boys and girls can be filled?
The valley is cold and cold: "Where are you from so many children? Not to mention the need for spiritual roots..."
"Yes... is a street child." Chen Laoba bit his trembling teeth. "They are basically some vagrants, and some are people who have been stolen from remote villages. As long as they have a little bit of spirit." The root child can get it, we all got it!"
Gu Liufeng took a deep breath and suddenly smiled low: "Little sister, have you seen it? This is Murong's home, one of the four great families of Yanjing City, huh, huh... I have such a dirty blood. ""
Tunxi walked slowly, and the purple vines in his hand flew out and pierced Chen’s body.
Chen Lao’s eyes were full of stunned eyes. Then, his eyes widened and he felt the blood in his body slowly and slowly sucked by the purple vines.
"Rao...forgive..."
His voice was hoarse and broken, but as the flesh and blood were drained a little, he didn't even have the strength to speak.
Chen Lao Ba remembered that he had cut the throats of the children like this, watching them mourn and struggle, watching them scream and pray, watching the blood on them flow a little bit and lose their young lives.
At that time, how excited and smug he was, but nowadays, the feng shui turns, the karma, it is so fast!
The purple sorrow shook the corpse on the vine, and abandoned it, then returned to the hands of Tunxi cheerfully.
When Tunxi touched the swaying blades of the vines, he said to the valley winds: "There is no dirty blood in this world, only dirty people. No one can decide their own birth, but at least we can decide that we have to go. The road."