Nan Chan

The sky is full of clouds, and the high-rises rise from the ground, standing in the crowded walls, like the needles of the sea in the north. Jing Lin looked at the wind in the wind and sideways to give way to the hungry people.

The city is full of hungry people, and the sides of the road are lying on the sides of the body. It is not easy to go along the way. Many of the bodies have bulged in the abdomen, and they have reached the point of picking up the soil and eating. The old and the weak and sick are holding the wall and squatting, and all the scorpions, the scorpions of the hairs are also clean, hungry to see people's eyes.

Jing Lin released the little devil from the sleeves of Qiankun. He took the clothes of Jinglin and followed closely. Net Lin touched the sleeves, but nothing was taken out.

"This is the case of human purgatory in the playbook. The starving ghosts run across the street, and the middle crossing is already Huangquanjie." The little devil wiped his tears. "Everyone will die."

Jinglin does not say anything. His eyes can see the world's suffering, his sword can make the world magic, but he can do nothing about it. The blood waves invaded the land of thousands of miles and covered the rations of Zhongdushengling, forcing everyone to become more and more crowded. Now they are retreating and have already reached the Jedi.

The nine-day door can't be saved, and the "liver and gallbladder" is a talk.

Jinglin looked around and this corpse was staring at him, his eyes chilling. The dead man stared at his white robe and silver crown, staring at the little devils hiding behind the net. The net Lin's sole was stained with mucus, and he looked at it and turned out to be blood.

In the crevices of the dirty slate, there was a stench of blood, and people along the street vomited, and the sour water rushed out. The abdomen is swollen and swollen, and the limbs seem to be soaked, and the exposed skin is purple and red. Under the high wall, the bodies were stacked, but no wild dogs and flies were seen. A few steps taken by Jinglin, once again confirmed that there are no children here, as if they were deliberately removed, even the body did not.

What about children?

An old woman suddenly slammed into the net Lin and madly tore. She was sloppy, rubbed her legs, and grabbed the net, and shouted: "Where am I? Where are I! Where have you taken him? You have returned him to me!"

The net Lin silk did not move, the old woman looked stunned, and angered and tore the sleeves of Jinglin, cried: "This is white! You are white... Jiu Tianmen! You will be him..." She slipped and fell, crying Shouting, "Give me back!"

"Your son." Net Lin was in the throat, "Your son is at the Nine Gates."

"You take him away." The old woman screamed at the sleeves of Jinglin, and squatted tightly. "You take him away! You said to give him food, but I don't believe it! You will grab it!" The scales, the nails are peeled off, and the paint marks are drawn in the net cuffs. "Where is the person?! You are still me!"

She is mad and mad, sorrowful and gloomy, and screaming in the scene of human purgatory. The pressure of the clouds rolled in the sky, with the crying crying in the ear, the face of the sallow sallow is like a clay sculpture.

Jing Lin seems to see a gap, he whispered: "Who took him? The garrison here?"

The old woman, she pointed her finger at the net Lin: "It's you! It's you!"

Jinglin was pushed by the old woman. He fixedly held the man and Huoran turned back.

The disciple sent away Li Wei and was sitting on the stage to fight for the tooth. In groups of three and five, they hang around a chicken. When they were not in the valley, the rations went out and they are now too tight. This chicken is still the thing that Li Wei hits when he comes out of the door of the nine days.

In the introduction of the net Lin, the disciples stood up and squatted. The chicken was baked on the fire and scorched, and the oil dripped their throats to slide, but no one dared to move.

"Jun, Jun." The one who was the first to rush to run, "You are..."

“Where did the children on the Northern Line go?” Jing Lin opened the door.

"Children?" The disciples looked at each other. "The orders in the door of the last month, saying that the winter is approaching, the Emperor of the Supreme is uneasy, and the children will be sent to the door!"

"Who passed the order?" Jing Lin asked.

"Eight sons." The disciple was upset and groaned. "This order is inexplicable! Although I heard that the south is being prepared, but there are so many places in the door, there are no more children!" The head always thought that it was done early, but who knows that the eight sons received the order, and the newspaper clearly wrote the person in charge, and did not leave it. The door repeatedly sent letters to the door, reminding him of anxiousness, and the eight sons did not ask me to intervene, especially in the hungry people. I have selected a group of people, and the food that I have given has been completed in a little half a month. Is there anything wrong with this errand?"

"Where are these people?"

"I sent it to the temple in the north. Now I have a place to rest in the city. And the storage of food in Curry can't afford people. The eight sons didn't give people a discount, and they stayed in front of the door several times." The disciple was stared at the cold sweat, and he sweated with his sleeves. He cautiously answered, "I don’t want to blame me for this. It’s really impossible! Look at the brothers’ rations when you are cooking. They are all wild grass roots, and the rice has been reduced to soup water, and all the extra money has gone out! People come to the grain, we just want to give it, and there is nothing to give..."

"Leading the way ahead." Jing Lin suddenly said.

The disciples did not dare to delay, hurriedly robbed, and walked out of the door to lead people away. After the net Lin followed, the disciples on the road couldn’t help but wipe the sweat, but they didn’t dare to look at Jinglin again. He has already noticed some wind and rain, and Lin Lin is almost chilly, and the blade is behind him, so that he does not dare to stop, and he is getting more and more urgent.

The place was a little far away. The original shop was down, the doors and windows were opened, and the things that could be eaten inside were turned over, and the rat litter in the seams had been hollowed out. The closer to the north, the more desolate, the weeds, and the lack of a trace of anger.

The disciple stepped on the hay of half a person and walked along the door of the temple for a long while, but there was no movement inside. He shouted a few screams, and the net Lin behind the door opened the door. The door panel collapsed and slammed into a dust.

The disciple was stunned and the net Lin had already bent over. He followed the next step and coughed and said, "This is it... no one?"

Jinglin looked around in a circle, and there was still a burning ash in the temple. The Buddha's image is mottled and lacquered. It has collapsed halfway, half of the compassionate face, leaving a gloomy smile, revealing a strange feeling of sorrow in the dark and coveted dim.

The Buddha statue and the net Lin look at each other, and there are some cold rains falling outside. The raindrops were paved and the ground was drained. The temple is strangely quiet, and Jing Lin stares at the Buddha statue, which seems to admire what playthings.

The disciples were so cold that they looked around and looked around: "Maybe it’s gone, this time there are people looking for food everywhere, and some strengths will not sit still..."

His voice has not fallen, and he never thought that Jinglin suddenly broke away from the pharynx!

I only listened to the shock of the air, and then the Buddha’s image shook the giant phantom, and the face was swallowed. If the pharynx is like a scorpion, the disciple only feels that the white light in front of him is a moment. The next moment, the cracking sound of "劈啪" is heard in the ear, and the layer of the spirit in front of it is broken and the face is broken. The Buddha statue collapsed and the entire temple was replaced by it. The disciple sees it again, and the feet are all dead bodies! They screamed and screamed and died.

The disciple was shocked and stunned. He even took a few steps back and said: "It’s all dead!"

Net Lin leaned over and opened the dirty curtain that blocked the face of the body, revealing a stunned face. He saw that the tongues of the dead were all pulled out, and each of them tore the throat, and the nails were bleeding on the neck. Their side necks were opened and the daggers were exceptionally sharp. The cuts only needed a little, fast and convenient.

Such a knife edge.

The net Lin breathing increased, and he repeatedly turned over several bodies, and his guess was becoming more and more obvious.

This kind of knife edge is exactly Tao Zhi! Tao Zhisheng is a good idea, the kendo is too difficult, Shura is too heavy, it is not suitable for him. So Bohai was cast into a light dagger. He repaired the technique of drilling and stabbing. He used to ask for the move, let the net Lin become simple, and taught him from the sword. See the blood seal throat, the net Lin is familiar.

Tao Zhiwei has specially selected this group of hungry people to do errands. However, Jing Lin was in the middle of the door for half a month. I have never heard of new people getting started. Where did the children go? And the group that mysteriously disappeared in the south, where did the children of Zhongdu go? !

Tao Zhi murders and kills people, so that they can avoid the evil. What does he want his children to do?

Tao Zhi was dragged out by Li Wei. He put on a shackle, his body was stained with blood, and his eyes were red and swollen. Li Wei said what he would do. Fearing and shrinking behind, the atmosphere is afraid to come out.

People can't just take it away, and Li Wei asked to see Lin. Tao was so empty that he was arrested in the empty courtyard. Although he used to be evil in this place, there are some money, and Jinzhu can also hold a few confidants. At the moment, Li Wei was absent. There was a flattering and flattering rush to replace the Tao Zhisong shackles, and it was also a tea and a kneading.

"There is a good wound in the bottle in my house. You are rushing to bring it." Tao Zhifu was on the couch, hanging on the back of the □ □, and sighed in his mouth, "Li Wei, the king of eight Egg! Really want to die! Go back to my house and tell my father!"

"The eight sons will not die, there will be blessings!" The attendant wiped the blood for him, and he was so upset that he was so sad. "Well, it’s a brother, why do you practice it for a fox!"

Tao made a sneer on the face: "He has always preferred Jinglin. At this point, he can actually poke a knife! I will watch him how to do it! If he goes back to dare to cover up, I will find a way to get to my father. Let them be comfortable! Cangdi hides far away, and the poisonous daughter-in-law is close at hand, what I told you to do, have you done it?"

"Why can't you make it out for you?" The aunt took the ear of Tao Zhi and said, "This stuff just needs to be sprinkled on her body. No one can detect it. But it can be awesome. It will surely stir her spirit." The sea is upside down, and the gas is reversed! When she is half-depleted, what do you want, that’s not what it is.”

Tao Zhi smiled and didn't pay attention to the wound at the corner of his mouth. He snorted again and squatted down and said, "What is this chicken? It's a bad thing, but it's just playing a few people. It's not my life." They made it their own practice! In the end, I planted it on my head, and I expected to pay for them, I am! These squatting embryos dare to think!"

The attendants echoed and the two talked for a while, listening to the outside and hurriedly coming in. Tao Zhi thought that Li Wei was back, scared to get up and put on his clothes and drilled into the lock. He drilled half and the door was knocked open. He looked again, which is Li Wei, an ordinary disciple.

"Twist your leg! What do you do with the furry?" Tao Zhishen gas, squatting and plucking his hands.

The disciple drenched the rain, wiped the face, and cried, "The beacon tower is 800 miles! The east side is all framed, the blood waves are crossing the beacon tower, and the demon has already come outside our wall!"

The attendant immediately scared the hoarseness, slammed the tables and chairs, and panicked and said: "Is it all, to the wall?!"

Tao Zhi was also surprised, but not in a hurry. He hangs his arms and smeared his blouse and said, "What are you afraid of? The wall that was built only a year ago, although it can't compare with the iron wall of the Emperor, can also put an hour. Li Wei is still here!"

Who knows that the attendant has already smashed his chest, and he regretted not crying at the beginning: "My grandfather! Why did you forget it! When the wall was repaired, you would have to hollow out the money in order to have that money! It’s an empty wall shell! Don’t say the top time, as long as the wave hits, the whole city is flooded!”

Tao Zhi stayed for a moment, picking up like a needle, even the belt is not tied, put on the shoes and rushed out.

"What are you still doing? Run quickly!"

The disciple grabbed Tao Zhi and said, "No! The nine-day gate is going to top the **** sea. You can't leave the people behind, you have to run, first withdraw the people and run again!"

Tao Zhi thought and did not want to give the disciple a foot, turning people to the ground. He slammed his clothes and hurriedly jumped down the stage and shouted: "You have a problem with his mother! Is it too late? People are hungry for a few months, and the feet are soft like a face! Even if it's overdone, let them be able to top for a while! Back then I have a long-lived card for me!"

When his voice fell, he saw the **** fog on the house, and the greedy murder had come. The wall does not say that the **** sea is rushing, that is, the demon is gently blowing, it has already collapsed! The blood wave turned out a few feet high, and then it slammed down. The market suddenly fell into a **** color, and the evil spirits rolled out. People were already hungry to die, and now they were out of the air, and they were torn by the evil spirits.

Tao Zhi swallowed saliva, snorted her mother, flew out of the hospital and rushed to the horses of Li Wei and Jing Lin.

This is a matter of life and death, who is **** and still someone else!

The **** sea swallows the city walls, and the house is like a paper paste. Just a blink of an eye becomes a **** wave. The mortal is alive, and the spirits are buried in the blood. After the servant chased after Tao, he was torn to the blood fog by greed. He saw Tao Zhi had turned over the horse, and could not help but squat on the ground, screaming and screaming: "The Eight Sons saved..."

The greed is chewing, and the blood is splashing from the teeth. It turned out its arms, stuffed people into the abdomen, and faced a numb face, turned to Tao Zhi, and learned to cry from the attendant: "The Eight Sons save me!"

Tao Zhi was immediately stunned, and he whipped the horses fiercely. The green horse eats the painful hoof, breaks the **** and goes straight to the other side.

Greedy into a fog, chasing after the Tao. Tao Zhize horse galloping, hate can not bear the wings, has reached the end of the road, only panting forward, not dare to look back.

"Eight sons." Greed is like a cat, and in the fog, hundreds of human faces are formed, and the sound is soothing. "Eight sons are slow..."

Tao Zhi’s cold sweat came out, and he snorted in the wind with his white lips: “Stop! Stop your mouth!”

The greedy screams of "giggle", when he was in the side of Tao, he found a soft, boneless soft, cold and sultry, saying: "You want me to stop, just put me in the quilt. You make me look blue and green, you feel that I am red and swollen, do you like it..."

This soft voice became a blue-bellied violent violent violent violent violent violent violent violent violent swell.

"You are a beast!"

Tao’s face suddenly changed, and the hand was pulled backwards. He dragged the reins tightly, and the green horse was screaming in the same place. Tao Zhi’s defenses have fallen apart. He is mad at the horse and scolds: “Run!”

The young horse was slow to move forward, and the demon had pulled the pottery to the clothes, and he was caught on countless blood. Tao Zhi dragged the reins with one hand and swung the dagger in one hand, facing the **** fog. In the **** fog, a few arms are stretched out, and they are smashing the body of Tao, like the general peristalsis of eating. Tao caused the throat to be tight, he couldn't breathe, his legs and ankles kicked on the horse's back, and his body was dragged into the blood.

Tao Zhi squatted on these arms and squeezed his voice from the teeth: "I, I don't want to die!"

The **** fog swarmed and the Tao shouted.

Just between the fingers, a shadow of the white robe turned over, only to see the sword smashed out, the blue light broke and smashed. In the chaos of heaven and earth, two points in the line, then the white sleeves blast, the sword is like a rainbow, and the net is stepping on the horse, and the **** sea suddenly rushes!

The demon smelled the wind and fled, and the net lining stepped into the waves, and the blue light was like the dawn of the east. The mist swayed, and the net Lin wore a few shadows, and the pharynx wiped the blood with the wind, but blinked, and he heard the sound of "砰砰砰". Where the white robe passed, the demon smashed and turned down.

Net Lin is one step closer, and the **** sea is one foot away.

He was alone in the 10,000-year-old, a sword swaying a huge wave, and his feet were running on endless corpses, but they were white and hurricane, not dust. Jiu Tianmen seems to have found the backbone of the heart, hundreds of disciples are squatting, listening to a shout of shaking the mountains and rivers.

"Life and liver, life to the sea! I will listen to Lin Songjun dispatch!"

Net Lin pulled the sword back and stared at Tao Zhi.

"Nine, nine brothers..." Tao Zhi fell to sit on the ground, he wanted to hide his face, and he did not dare to move in this gaze. The joy of escape from the right has been turned into nothingness. He couldn’t help but shudder and whimpered." Nine brothers!"

Jing Lin said: "How to abandon the moralists."

Tao Zhixin knows badly, he uses his hands and feet and moves hard: "Nine... Nine brothers..."

Jing Lin said: "How to be a wicked person."

Tao Zhi collapsed in this indifference and held his head against the wall. "My fault! I admit my mistake! I am wrong with Jiu Ge and Jiu Ge! Don't kill me!"

Jinglin Jianfeng was spotlighted and he walked towards Tao Zhi.

Tao Zhizhen was on the ground. He held the legs of Jinglin, and his head burst into tears. He said with horror: "Nine brothers! I beg you! Nine brothers! I will not commit any more!"

Jing Lin looked at Tao Zhi, he never looked at Tao Zhi. He looked at Tao’s crying eyes, but his ears were endless resentment. He looked at the white robe that Tao Zhi had already been dirty, but the door that emerged in his heart was the entrance training.

Jiutianmen is based in the world, and does not seek to reach the rivers and lakes, but seeks the disciples in the door to exhaust the word "hepatobiliary". Tao Zhi crying and begging for Rao Jinglin can be deaf, but he can't tolerate Tao Zhi's saying "I will not commit any more."

Because it doesn't match.

Jing Lin's upper was pulled out of the finger marks, blood and water splashed the robe. Tao Zhi’s a thousand words are blocked in the throat, and his young face is full of sorrow, but the remaining grievances are like tempered teeth, and with the eyes biting the net, it becomes unforgettable. Hate.

"You are this..." Tao shouted and crouched, his hands blocking his chest, and his neck was planted on the ground. He stared at his eyes and couldn't finish it.

The pharynx is returned to the sheath, and the body of Tao Zhi squats in place, and slides to the sea of ​​blood with the gradually collapsed ground. He died unsuccessfully, staring at the back of Jing Lin, swallowed by blood.