I Became the Sun God

"who!"

Hearing the teasing voice, the young man forced himself to calm down and growled.

"What a cunning little mouse."

"If the buyer hadn't already ordered your kidney, I would have given up on finding you."

The voice did not answer the young man, but instead his tone became a bit resentful.

Accompanied by that voice, four big men covered in tattoos emerged from behind the big tree.

Chiliu!

One of the big men licked the human blood on his fingers intoxicatedly, with a ferocious smile on his face:

"Thanks to this damn ghost, otherwise we wouldn't have found you out of curiosity."

"Tell me, where is that little girl?"

Seeing several people in the park and hearing their unscrupulous remarks, the boy's face became extremely gloomy.

He subconsciously looked at the grass, and sure enough there was a faint trace of blood extending from the outside.

"It's the blood on Uncle Samurai's body."

"hateful…"

The young man clenched his fist vigorously, knowing why he was discovered.

But the boy didn't blame the samurai uncle.

After all, it was himself who wanted the samurai uncle to be buried in peace, and the samurai uncle did not intentionally shed blood and expose himself.

Everything can only be said to be fate.

"Don't even want to know where Rouzi is!"

Facing four burly men, the young man turned around and ran away without any hesitation.

"Hahaha!"

"Even if you don't say it, we know it."

"Is it possible... to find her by following this blood?"

"Don't rush to answer, our people have already passed."

"I have plenty of time to play hide and seek with you."

"Catch him!"

Looking at the boy who was as nimble as a monkey, the tattooed man headed by him laughed loudly and waved his hands before leading people to surround him.

"Oops!"

"Rouzi is in danger!"

After all, the boy was too young. When he heard this statement at first, he was completely confused.

With a look of anxiety on his face, the boy subconsciously ran towards the park entrance.

And this is undoubtedly playing into the hands of those big men.

"Hahaha, get down here!"

"You have made me unable to eat, you are such a thief!"

"If I didn't want your kidney, I could bury you now."

After knocking the young man down with a slap, the big man kicked him a few times out of anger.

It wasn't until the boy's entire body turned into a giant shrimp that he could no longer move, that the big man stopped beating him.

"Okay, take it away."

"That little girl should be solved, and we can go back to work."

The big man twisted his neck and ordered his men to take the boy away.

The weak young man, so defenseless, was lifted up by several big men.

Dong Dong Dong…

At this moment, a violent heartbeat suddenly sounded, and the entire park seemed to be trembling.

"Nani? What's the sound?"

The sudden heartbeat startled several people and they quickly looked for the source of the sound.

I saw the soil at the small grave just now being shaken continuously.

Boom, boom, boom!

Every time the heartbeat sounds, a large amount of soil is shaken away.

"What the hell?"

Several big men had solemn expressions on their faces, and some even pulled out pistols.

boom!

But before they could react, there was a loud noise and thunder and lightning fell out of thin air in the sky.

While the wind howled, thunder and lightning struck the tomb bag, making a violent sound.

As the dazzling light dissipated, a ragged vicissitudes of life warrior appeared there at some point.

"Uncle Wu...Samurai?"

The boy who was pinched between the big man's ribs suddenly widened his eyes.

Although at this moment, Miyamoto Chuan has restored his original appearance, which is completely different from the charred corpse.

But the two famous knives on his waist have not changed at all, they are exactly the same as when the young man buried him.

"Let him go."

Miyamoto Chuan slowly raised his head and looked at the big men with dagger-like eyes.

The moment Miyamoto Chuan explained it, those big men seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, as if they saw themselves becoming souls killed by the sword.

"What the hell!"

"Go to hell!"

In extreme fear, the leading man shot at Miyamoto River.

call…

Before the bullet hit Miyamoto Chuan, a clear breeze was blowing out of thin air.

Miyamotogawa, whose black hair was messy and dancing, suddenly had a wind barrier in front of him, and all the bullets were intercepted.

"Don't let go?"

"Then go to hell!"

"Step forward and chop!"

As if he hadn't seen those bullets, Miyamoto Chuan lowered his eyes slightly.

In his deep voice, Miyamoto Chuan's whole body seemed to turn into wind and thunder, passing through the crowd in an instant.

Amidst the strong wind and thunder and lightning, a slender sword light flashed across, and then everything turned into nothingness.

Miyamoto Chuan was holding the boy in his hand, with his back to everyone, like a sculpture.

The boy's eyes widened.

Because he clearly saw that after Miyamoto Chuan stood still, the heads of those people fell off.

It was as if... they were beheaded at the same time.

"So...so powerful!"

The young man was already shocked!

He never thought that humans could be so powerful.

As a young and precocious man, he experienced too much darkness, and he was not worthy of having those fantasies in the hearts of ordinary teenagers.

Maybe when I was younger, I dreamed of becoming a samurai who would wipe out all injustices.

But when he fell completely into darkness, his only thought was to survive with his sister.

"younger sister?"

"Oops! Rouzi is still in their hands!"

Thinking of Rouzi, the shock on the young man's face disappeared, leaving only panic.

He quickly looked at Miyamoto River and said almost as if he was pleading:

"Uncle Samurai, my sister...Rouzi is still in their hands."

"I'm going to save him!"

"Can you help me?"

Miyamoto Chuan glanced at him sideways, his voice still extremely cold:

"What if I don't help?"

The young man gritted his teeth:

"Then I'll go by myself."

Miyamoto Chuan looked indifferent:

"You're going to die."

The young man took a deep breath:

"Even if I die, I will die in front of Rouzi."

With that said, the young man stubbornly broke away from Miyamoto Chuan's hand and hurriedly ran out of the park.

"Boy, what's your name?"

Miyamoto Chuan looked at the boy's back with a smile on his cold face.

"My name is Heimurayan!"

The boy's voice sounded in the wind, and his figure became more and more distant.

The corners of Miyamoto Chuan's mouth raised slightly, and his voice drowned out the midnight wind:

"Boy, you can't save anyone like this."

"Since you call me uncle, then uncle will let you know what kind of strength you should have if you want to survive."

"This is the power of a warrior, and I see the qualities of a warrior in you."

Rumble…

The thunder suddenly sounded, and Feicunyan felt his eyes flash, and his whole body was wrapped in thunder and lightning.

"lead the way."

Miyamoto Chuan's voice sounded.

The boy looked at Miyamoto River with an unprecedented bright light in his eyes.

Is this a samurai?