Let the Villain Go

Countless warriors holding weapons appeared densely in the narrow and dark alley.

Contempt and disgusting eyes shot from the roofs, windows, and alleys of the buildings on both sides, converging on the lonely figure standing in the middle of the street.

The lord of Winter City, Huan Shengjie, walked out from the other end of the street, with a Chinese character face, a burly figure, and a dignified appearance. He looked like a just and awe-inspiring leader.

"You, murderous demon, dare to come to my Spring City. As the master of a city, I will never allow a demon king like you to stay in my city. It hurts the lives of people in the city."

Ye Peitian raised his head to look at him, his icy eyes from the shadow of the forehead. He shook his wrist without saying a word, and yellow sand began to appear in the air.

Everyone became nervous, Huan Shengjie's high-sounding words even stuttered.

"Don't be afraid, I will leave you all a corpse today." The cold voice of the human demon seemed to come from hell.

The alley was filled with yellow sand, and the light was getting darker and darker.

The lonely demon in the sand was standing in the middle of the street, haunted by rolling yellow sand.

The light of supernatural powers lit up everywhere, mixed in the dim dust with the screams one after another.

The man wearing a white shirt at the entrance of the street is a foreign aid that Shengjie Huan invited at a huge price.

Xin Ziming, the head of the Kirin Legion, is currently the highest-ranking existence among the saints of the human spirit system.

There are many people inadvertently around him in front of him and behind him, protecting him openly or secretly, and a defensive saint alone propping up a small protective cover for him.

During the violent sand storm, Xin Ziming stood unmoved, and the wind and sand smashed his forehead and collar. The man's eyes became silvery white, and the huge silver eyes hanging high in the air slowly turned and faintly. Glowing with splendor, he faced the human demon in the yellow sand.

The scene in front of Ye Peitian disappeared again.

He found himself in a bright laboratory.

There was only a pale operating table in the empty room.

A man was bound with his hands and feet, blindfolded, and sealed his mouth, like a live fish on a cutting board unable to resist, he was tightly tied to the experiment table.

Researchers in white coats surrounded him indifferently, and cruelly stretched out all kinds of scary equipment.

The man on the test bench struggled, a painful neigh from his throat, and the bandage over his eyes was damp in the inhuman torment.

No one cares about his pain, no one even treats him as a person.

Ye Peitian looked at all this in silence and sneered.

"Do you think I'm still afraid of watching this?"

His pale fingers scratched in the air, the space torn like a canvas, but quickly reorganized and switched to another scene.

Scene after scene, movie-like scenes kept flying past his eyes,

Ye Peitian looked at his painful and dark past indifferently.

He clearly knew that he was forcibly pulled into the illusion created by the enemy. In these time and space, time seemed to pass slowly, but in reality it was only a short moment.

As long as he doesn't stay immersed in any picture of memory, these are just dreams that pass by in a flash. After being broken, the time outside hardly goes by.

But if he is caught by any of the emotions of the memories and sinks into it and cannot extricate himself from it, his actual body will fall into the enemy's attack without any resistance. Perhaps when he wakes up, he has been disarmed by those people. Eight yuan.

He is like a passer-by who travels through time and space, watching those flowing pictures indifferently and calmly.

It's all boundless black without any light,

Pale, dark, blood, torment, monster.

Suddenly a little light appeared in the dimness, a little light, amidst the hazy white light, turned to a smiling face.

Ye Peitian was stunned at that moment and stopped.

The man turned around in the white light, stretched out a white and soft hand, and slowly touched his head.

Ye Peitian knew that he had to leave immediately, but for some reason he still didn't move his feet sluggishly.

He knew that he should lift that hand away, but he couldn't bear it.

The hand touched his face, as soft and gentle as he remembered, with a moist temperature. It caused a tremor in his skin.

The man was smiling at him.

There was a sharp sting in his abdomen.

Even so, he was a little unwilling to wake up.

Under the night, Shengjie Huan was delighted to see that Ye Peitian had fallen into Xin Ziming's spiritual control. Lost his mind for a moment and entered a trance state.

He seized this opportunity and finally pierced Ye Peitian's abdomen with a knife.

The knife in his hand was made by him using a lot of money and material resources to purchase a rare magic body. It is not only extremely sharp, but also has a strong corrosive effect. Whenever it is touched, the enemy's body will continue to be corroded and it is difficult to recover. The weapon that Ye Peitian relies on most to capture,

Before Shengjie Huan was happy, he saw the human demon under the full moon suddenly opened those cold eyes.

The man held the long knife that pierced his abdomen in one hand, and red blood flowed down the sharp blade from his palm.

The man opened his mouth and laughed instead of anger. The laughter was cold and full of laughter under the pale moonlight.

Huan Shengjie's heart is hairy, he wants to draw a knife, but he can't do it.

The rays of the attack from countless companions in the surrounding area had already lit up, flying towards Ye Peitian densely.

The man covered in blood in front of him should have to let go of his knife.

Huan Shengjie turned this thought in his heart, hesitating for a moment between throwing away the knife and running away or continuing to fight.

The man ignored the long knife that passed through his abdomen, took a step forward, grabbed his collar, lowered his head, and looked at him close to his forehead.

"Want to compare with me to die faster?"

City Lord Huan Shengjie of Spring City widened his eyes, he saw the sky full of fireworks-like abilities light up behind Ye Peitian as if in slow motion, and he even saw Ye Peitian's splashing blood.

This person should let go.

When he turned his head around this thought, he found that his vision was gradually rising.

He saw Ye Peitian's eyes, which reflected light under the moonlight, like ice that had never melted for thousands of years.

His vision was gradually decreasing again, falling all the way down.

He saw the sharp sword inserted into Ye Peitian's body, the blood-stained legs, the short boots stepping on the yellow sand, and finally the ground covered with red blood.

Do you know what it means to get Ye Peitian?

He is the key. With the immortal potion, immortality is at hand, and you will eventually become the strongest person on this continent and become a godlike existence.

The gravel on the ground had turned blood red, and the last moment that Shengjie Huan’s face was pressed to the ground, he saw his body with a severed head slowly falling in front of his eyes.

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Thunder and lightning flashed in the yellow sand, revealing the light of various abilities.

Standing on the mountain of corpses stood a thin and tall man with a big hole in his abdomen and blood all over his face, but he didn't seem to care.

The remaining defeated soldiers in the dark kept retreating in panic.

Ye Peitian stepped on the piles of corpses and dragged up a man who was kneeling in front of him.

Xin Ziming, the head of the famous Kylin Mercenary Group, with broken glasses and blood on his face, was carried by his collar and half-kneeled on the ground.

"What is this?" Ye Peitian stretched out his hand to tear off the pendant on his neck and flipped it coldly on his fingers.

Xin Ziming, who had not said a word, suddenly raised his head, stretched out blood-stained fingers and held Ye Peitian’s wrist.

"No, please don't break it." His voice was extremely hoarse.

Ye Peitian's hand moved slightly, and the hard scale bends up. As long as he exerts a little force, he can easily break the scale.

"Please return it to me. This is the only relic of my friend. You can kill me, but please don't break this."

"Relics? Things that carry good memories? Give it back to you, why?" Ye Peitian raised the enemy, "You people give me all pain, and you want me to give you good things. !"

He thought of the pain this man brought to him, the pictures of pain he showed him.

At the end of those pictures, it was the person who appeared.

Ye Peitian was stunned for a while, his hand released, and he threw the half-dead Xin Ziming to the ground.

Suddenly he felt nothing, and threw the black scales on the **** enemy.

Ye Peitian turned around and slowly left from the blood all over the floor, behind him was full of various wailing and painful moans.

He could have killed these people, wielded weapons, released supernatural powers, and clamored that all those who would expel him were crushed to death with yellow sand.

But for some reason, he suddenly lost his mind.

Expulsion, yes, he shouldn't have come to such a lively place.

The collapsed stone moved a bit, and the dusty chase came out of the ruins.

His eyes met Ye Peitian, his lips trembled, showing a look of fear.

Ye Peitian stopped looking at him, lifted his foot from the sticky blood on the ground, and walked out of the alley step by step.

Most of the shop that buys steamed vegetable porridge on weekdays was destroyed in the battle. The boss who smiled when he saw him, now shrank behind the collapsed platform, looked at him in horror with a look at the devil.

The white-haired mother-in-law Wu was crushed under a collapsed rock wall and was groaning constantly.

Ye Peitian passed by without expression, the yellow sand behind him rolled up and lifted the huge rock wall. Granny Wu dragged her injured leg and rustled her as fast as she could and escaped into her shack.

Two scrawny little boys stretched their heads from the gap in the building and quietly glanced out.

Their mother's skinny hand stretched out from behind, pulling them back into the shadows.

"Don't go there, that man is a murderous devil." The woman's extremely small voice came from the gap.

Ye Peitian dragged his exhausted body and slowly left the Asura **** soaked in blood.

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"Who is encircled and suppressed?" Chu Qianxun sat on the windowsill and ate meat buns with Gao Yan, who had just returned.

She stared at the sycamore tree outside the window, thinking about her thoughts, but did not hear what Qing Gaoyan said.

Gao Yan put a finger on her mouth, "Shhh, keep it quiet, this is inside information."

"You say it again, who is it?"

"That's the one, that human demon." Gao Yan lowered her voice, approaching Chu Qianxun and whispered, "He doesn't know why he appeared in our Spring City. The city lord summoned the city's top masters and invited the Qilin Mercenary Corps. Commander, there is a fight on the black street."

She didn't finish her words, she saw Chu Qianxun turned her head in surprise, looked at her for a long while, threw the leftover half of the bun on the table, supported the window sill with one hand, jumped down from the window, several ups and downs Ran towards the distance.

"Eh, where are you going? Haven't finished eating yet? I can eat if you don't eat it?" Gao Yan called her too late, and the not-so-tall figure had disappeared from the corner of the street.