Male supporting role is not a stepping stone

But at this moment, something unexpected happened. A group of people in black clothes and black hats broke into this quiet little village.

They killed anyone they saw, and many people were killed before they could react.

"Red Flame Sect! They are from the Red Flame Sect!"

Someone recognized their clothes and hurriedly fled to the backyard, but he was hacked to death from behind before he ran a few steps.

"What do you want to do? Do you still care about the moral principles of the martial arts world?" The gang leader saw that several people on his side had died in the blink of an eye, and hurriedly shouted, "Stop, we surrender, isn't it okay for us to surrender?"

"Too late." The other party said regretfully, and then ordered coldly, "Kill them all, don't spare any!"

"I will fight you!" Seeing that there was no way to end it peacefully, the gang leader roared in despair, picked up the whip and rushed forward, and other gang members also began to resist.

However, the gap in strength between the two sides was too big. Even if they tried their best, they could not stop the people of the Red Flame Sect, and their brothers on this side were reduced one by one.

"Dad——"

The little boy was attracted by the noise in front of him, and happened to see his father being pierced through the chest by a sword. He wanted to run over crying, but was pulled back by his mother.

The young woman held her daughter in one hand and her son in the other, and ran towards the gate of the backyard with a pale face, but found desperately that it had been locked, and there were people from the Red Flame Cult guarding outside.

She could only take her son and daughter back to the yard, but at this time, there was a sound from the front yard, and those demons were coming to the backyard!

In a panic, the young woman saw the woodshed, hurriedly pulled her son over, and moved a bundle of firewood to hide him inside first.

"Mom..." Although the little boy was small, he also felt the solemn atmosphere and cried in a low voice, "I'm scared..."

"Don't be afraid," the young woman stroked his head with five fingers that trembled slightly, but she forced herself to be calm, "Don't make any noise later, wait until mom comes to find you before you can come out, understand?"

"Mom, aren't you coming with me?" The little boy was so scared that he grabbed her hand tightly.

"Tiger, dear, mom will come to find you soon. You are already a man. If you keep clinging to mom, be careful that your sister will laugh at you!" After saying two words, the young woman heard the voice of people.

She didn't care to continue to comfort her, and pulled her hand back with force, then took a last look at her son, and covered him with firewood with tears.

Then she picked up her daughter who was so scared that she couldn't cry, got up and walked out of the wood room, but just as she went out, she ran into a man in black holding a knife.

She screamed in a low voice, but she swallowed her scream when she thought of her son in the firewood, and followed the man without saying a word.

"Mom——" Hu'er shouted very quietly, not knowing that his mother had been caught and would never come to see him again.

There was a commotion in the backyard at first, and then it slowly calmed down. Hu'er huddled in the firewood and remembered his mother's words, not daring to move at all.

As time passed, he gradually realized that his mother had lied to him. She might have fallen to the ground like his father and those uncles and could never get up again.

This realization made the little boy burst into tears again, but he remembered his mother's words and did not cry out no matter how sad he was.

At this time, he heard footsteps, and before he could react, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the firewood covering him was taken away.

It was not the mother he was looking forward to, but the person wearing the same clothes as the one who killed his father.

Hu'er was so scared that his eyes widened and he opened his mouth to scream, but the man who was only a few years older than him covered his mouth.

He didn't know what this man was going to do, but he was definitely a bad guy. Hu'er struggled desperately, but his strength was too weak. Dad said that he would teach him martial arts in two years, so he couldn't break free at all.

The man covered his mouth and clamped him under his armpits. He looked around furtively, and suddenly took him over the high wall and ran to the distant mountains.

They ran a long way in one breath, leaving Zhuangzi far behind. When he saw Zhuangzi with flames rising to the sky from the corner of his eye, Hu'er immediately realized that this brother wanted to save him!

He was a smart and sensible child. After knowing that this brother had good intentions, he stopped struggling, and was finally changed from being clamped under the armpits to being held in his arms.

Thinking of his father who had been killed and his mother and sister who were probably gone, Hu Zi's eyes were filled with tears: "Brother, where are you taking me?"

He was so scared. He had never left his parents. It was good that he was not scared when he suddenly encountered such a thing.

Luckily, he met a good man, the little brother, who roasted rabbits for him to eat and promised to take him with him.

Hu Er felt relieved, but the next day, the good little brother fell to the ground and could not get up again. He didn't understand what was going on, and didn't know what to do. He could only stay by his side and cry helplessly.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly heard a sigh.

"Who?" Hu Er wiped his tears, turned his head vigilantly, and stared at the man with red eyes.

The man had a face full of bruises, looked about the same age as his father, and wore the same clothes as those bad guys.

"Are you here to catch us?" Hu Er leaned on the little brother on the ground in fear. His little hand touched his exposed skin, not noticing that he was terribly cold.

The man did not look at him, but stared at the distorted face of the man on the ground, with deep sorrow in his eyes: "I told you to take care of your life."

How could the Red Flame Cult be so easy to get away from?

"You--" Hu'er didn't know that the good little brother was dead, and said with fear, "Uncle, take me back and let the little brother go, okay?"

The middle-aged man turned his eyes to him, staring at his eyes full of fear, and after a long time, he closed his eyes fiercely and drew the long knife from his waist.

With a "swish", a small head flew high, and from then on Hu'er would never be afraid again.

...

One life after another ended painfully, why did they have to go through this? Who brought them these pains? Born as a human, why must we kill our own kind?

In front of Yang Yan, Lian Xiujie suddenly opened his eyes, he suddenly straightened up and backed away, bumping into the desk, and then fell to the ground with the desk.

A series of loud noises in the house immediately alarmed the guards outside. Someone came to check immediately, but was waved away by Yang Yan.

"Huff--"

No one spoke, only Lian Xiujie was panting violently in the room.

His face was pale, and the cold sweat on his forehead flowed down his cheeks, falling drop by drop to the ground.

Those sweat beads were like the countless real and terrifying dreams he had just experienced, and each of them was accompanied by the blood, which slowly turned from hot to cold.

One drop fell on the back of his hand, Lian Xiujie trembled all over, hurriedly shook it off, and grabbed his sleeve to wipe it repeatedly several times, until the wet feeling disappeared and he stopped his hand exhausted.

In hundreds of extremely real dreams, he became the victim every time and died in pain.

This is what Yang Yan wanted him to experience. The reason why people hurt others unscrupulously is nothing more than that they cannot empathize with others. If the positions of the two are reversed.

If the perpetrators become victims and personally experience their pain, can they still abuse others without scruples?

Yang Yan hopes that he won't. If he still doesn't repent at that point, even if this mission fails, he will personally kill him and tell him not to have the chance to harm others again.

"Brother Yan~" After a long, long time, Lian Xiujie finally recovered a little, but the painful feelings did not subside so easily.

His voice was floating, and he slowly raised his head, his eyes were dull, and he looked at the person in front of him like a ghost, and asked with a bit of panic: "Did I, did I do something wrong?"

It seems that he is not hopeless.

Yang Yan thought in his heart, and asked back: "You have experienced it yourself, what do you think?"

"This is indeed your trick," Lian Xiujie smiled bitterly, "Why do you want me to know this?"

If he hadn't experienced it himself, he could still order the killing of lives without scruples as before.

But when he personally transformed into those people, experienced their pain and helplessness, and the hatred from the bottom of his heart, he was afraid that he would never be so indifferent again.

And the Dragon Essence Tiger Fierce Pill, is it so painful when it takes effect?

He saw the followers being poisoned more than once, with distorted expressions, and he only felt happy at the time, but after he tried it himself, he knew how uncomfortable it was to not be able to speak and not be able to commit suicide.

What has he done in these years?

He used to hate Zhen Cang for bringing him from a happy and stable life to this place full of killing.

But what about him? How many people did he bring more pain to, and how many originally happy families did he destroy?

"Your brother, Xie Yangyan hopes that you can live a safe and happy life, and does not want to see you make mistakes again and again, and finally end up with a bad end." Yang Yan said the original owner's entrustment.

His desire on this point is even stronger than revenge on Zhen Xiaoman, and most of the soul power he paid was for this sworn brother, and he hopes that he can know this.

Even if he may not understand it at all now.

Lian Xiujie really didn't notice the strangeness in his words, and murmured to himself: "Safe and happy? Can I still be happy?"

Without waiting for Yang Yan to answer, he had already hugged his head and cried, "I was wrong, I was really wrong, I know I was wrong..."

He was completely immersed in remorse, and did not deliberately suppress his voice. The guards outside the house were all masters, and they heard his crying clearly, and immediately looked at each other in horror.

What did the left protector do wrong? How did the leader punish him, and he could make him, who was always cold, cry so loudly without caring about his image?

The few people were full of questions, and they always felt that the world of the Chiyan Sect was about to change...