Age of Terror: I Have a Monster Editor

"Are you afraid?"

Ye Fan whispered softly.

The little boy stepped back, leaning against the wall, unable to retreat.

At this time,

Ye Fan, who was watching the movement in the wooden house, his expression suddenly froze, his eyes slightly widened.

Two lines of blood and tears flowed out of the horrible green ghost eyes of the parents.

Tears mixed with blood slid down his cheeks and dripped down his chin to the ground.

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When the little boy saw this scene, the trembling of his body suddenly stopped.

There was a fierce struggle in the dark green ghost eyes of the parents.

The arms and claws that were grabbed from the distance kept shaking.

The pace is getting slower and slower.

Trembling and shaky!

"Roar... go, roar... go!"

"Roar... run away... son... son!"

Ye Fan was shocked to hear that, in addition to the roars that were not like human voices, there were also shouts full of hope that their children could escape the catastrophe!

Ye Fan held the hand of the Soul Chopping Blade and trembled slightly.

He can't wait to be in the scene at that time, rush in and kill all those demons and ghosts!

The mysterious figure emitting a purple-black demon spirit beside him tilted his head and glanced at Ye Fan.

In the dark golden vertical pupils, his eyes flowed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Looking at the scene in the cabin, there was a nostalgic look in his eyes that hadn't appeared in a long time.

A hoarse and magnetic voice sounded slowly.

"This cruel, despairing world!"

Just as the voice of the mysterious figure fell, a hysterical cry suddenly sounded in the cabin.

"what--"

This voice was immature and green, but the strong emotion contained in the voice deeply impacted everyone's hearts.

Incomparable grief and indignation, despair and madness, depression and explosion!

Ye Fan stared at the broken window.

The next moment, his eyes froze!

The two demons and the Specter were also attracted by the cry of the little boy.

only see,

The little boy who was leaning against the wall, with no way to retreat, suddenly jumped out!

I don't know when, there was a sharp knife in his hand!

puff--

puff--

Two dull metal piercing sounds resounded clearly in the silent dilapidated cabin!

With tears in his eyes, he relentlessly stabbed the sharp knife in his hand into his parents' bodies.

The miserable green ghost light in the eyes of the parents slowly dissipated.

The sharp minions shrank back.

The strength in their bodies was rapidly lost, and they were all paralyzed. Just as they were about to fall to the ground, they were held in the arms of the little boy.

Dang-

The sharp knife fell to the ground!

slam-la-

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Blood flowed continuously from the bodies of the parents and sprinkled all over the little boy's body.

But the faces of the parents were smiling.

There is still hope in his eyes.

The father leaned weakly on the little boy's left shoulder, the red blood dripping from his mouth.

"Do... well done, son... son!"

"Live... must live!"

On the pale face of her mother, she used all her strength to say the last sentence.

"My... darling son, you must live well! Do your best... with the expectations of my parents... Live!"

puff-

puff-

The eyes of the pair of parents quickly became dark and gloomy, their eyes were closed, with a gratified smile on the corners of their mouths, their vitality dissipated, and they fell to the ground!

Ye Fan saw the little boy's body clearly and trembled.

I could vaguely see that those eyes that should have been filled with childhood joy and happiness were now full of deep despair and deep color.

He, in order to survive, killed his parents with his own hands!

The mysterious figure beside him was about to erase the picture when Ye Fan suddenly said, "Wait!"

"Behind, what happened to this little boy?"