So I Am A Demon Descendent!

A humble military barracks, a barbed wire fence, dark brown ground, piles of soil-filled defensive sacks. Wearing Japanese military uniforms during World War II, the scenery around the soldiers holding the three or eight big covers clearly shows what this place is: the Japanese military camp.

Forgotten dust fell to the ground with scaly skin all over, his hair spreading out, and he was not intact anywhere. Wearing handcuffs and fetters, a steel nail inscribed with a rune penetrated the lute bone, and Dan Tian was also pierced by two steel nails, destroying Qihai.

He fell to the ground in pain, several wounds were still bleeding, and it seemed that he had just been tortured.

A few people who were also subject to the same treatment, but treated better than him, were surrounded by Wang Chen, asking inquiries and checking his physical condition.

"This should be his experience when he was taken prisoner and became a slave camp when he moved the blood bank. Then Sister Taisu has already disappeared at this time." Li Xianyu suffocated, and a strong sorrow filled her heart.

The beautiful woman with a beautiful beauty, Qiushui as the jade and bone, emerged in her mind.

She had assimilated with the loess, her face was red.

"Why are you doing this? They want the whole truth, and you just give them it."

"We have all become prisoners. The fish on the cutting board and bones will only make us die faster. Just for Dao Fa, there is no need to be so stingy."

The people around were persuading. They watched this young Taoist priest be put into a slave camp, watched him tortured by the Japanese army, and would rather die than give Quanzheng Taoism and Taoism. Iron bones.

"Afraid of death, I won't go down the mountain." Wang Chen grinned, **** mouth full of blood: "How can the ancestor pass down the Japanese pirates, what others can do, I cannot stop, but I will never compromise with the Japanese pirates . "

If it is compromised, how to face the hundreds of sacrifice in Changsha under Jiuquan.

"Brother, there is bone." A man with a strong Chinese face found a hard, dry bun from his arms. "Eat something, this is what I secretly left last night."

Wang Chen seemed to be hungry for a long time. He took the buns and devoured them.

"Drink some water!" Another man took the water with a broken bowl and handed it over.

"Thank you!" Wang Chen swallowed his head in the muddy water. "Two donors, Gao Mingming."

"Chen Ye!" Said the stout man.

"Liu Ming!" Said the lean man handing water.

Liu Ming Li Xianyu moved in his heart. Isn't this the ancestor of Liu Kongchao who had One Piece's power but no One Piece's ambition?

Li Xianyu thought of the friend who pulled out a ball of meat and punched a hole, and could bid farewell to the woman and do his own clothing and clothing.

At that time, Chen Ye and Liu Ming sealed Slim. It turned out that they met and met in the slave camp. Later, after the death of the demon, the two kept anonymous and escaped the liquidation of the Daomen.

"Two donors, how long have you been here?" Wang Chen asked.

"It's been six months," Liu Ming said.

"The Japanese prisoners' large-scale prisoners of blood were prisoners without killing, and they did not know why." Chen Ye said.

"Some of my colleagues have also been captured by the Japanese army. You have been here for so long. Have you heard of forgetting and being too vegetarian?" Wang Chen asked quickly.

Chen Ye and Liu Ming met each other, tried hard to recall, shook his head and said, "No."

"Have you heard of Wang Bo, Chen Fu, Gao Ming, Zhu Li?" Wang Chen reported the names of more than a dozen people.

Chen Ye and Liu Ming still shook their heads.

Li Xianyu watched silently, his heart was cold, don't ask, they are all dead, including our beloved woman, sister Taisu.

Chen Yedao: "However, among the recent captives, there is a true disciple."

"Who?"

"Forget love."

Liu Ming snorted: "A greedy person is afraid of death and has become a scum of the Japanese invaders."

"What did you say?" Wang Chen opened his eyes wide.

Liu Ming hummed: "It was a few days earlier than you, about seven or eight days ago. He and another captive named Cao Jun were taken back to the slave camp. Hey, after a torture, he yielded immediately, obediently Allegiance to the Japanese Army. "

"Impossible, you bullshit!" Wang Chen responded very much, he grabbed Liu Ming's neckline with excitement, his face grim.

"Long Chen, this is true." Chen Ye stepped forward to dissuade and sighed: "You don't believe it and go and see others."

The people on the side said, "They didn't lie. They were a stupid priest named Cao Jun and a young man named Cao Jun who made Japanese soldiers. It's just that the two didn't do anything wrong, their bones were soft, and they gave in for a long time. "

Wang Chen suddenly stopped.

At this moment, a few soldiers holding three or eight big covers opened the gate of the fence and yelled, "が 集 ま っ て い ま す, 那 那."

Soon, hundreds of **** slaves in the slave camp were gathered. Everyone was wearing handcuffs and fetters. Steel nails penetrated the lute bones. They would be regularly injected with drugs that inhibit the power of blood.

Forgetting is the worst of all people, because he is the most difficult to tame.

A Japanese military officer entered the slave camp, whispered in Japanese, and there was a traitor on the side to translate.

"Every day they do brainwashing for us, so that we can be loyal to the Emperor of Japan." Liu Ming whispered in the ears of Wangchen.

"Well, dream! My village was burned by the Japanese army and my family was killed. Lao Tzu lived to this day, just to find a chance to make a few little Japanese," Chen Ye said.

"As long as you are born with a decent name, you can use the tricks and cheats for the emperor's friendship."

"If you don't know the current affairs, there is only a dead end."

"As long as you can provide more hiding places for **** companions and let them join our family, you can come out of the slave camp, and the Japanese promise to give you the same benefits as ordinary soldiers."

It sounded like it was like MLM Li Xianyu didn't spit it out, because he saw Wang Chen's body shaking, a face turned white as paper, and his lips almost turned pink.

He should have reacted, knowing why he was ambushed, and probably guessed what happened to his companions. The demon Tao has been dead for 80 years, but after seeing the past 80 years ago, Li Xianyu suddenly regretted it. He would rather never get the finger, never enter the memory of the demon Tao, and never knew Sister Tai Su.

The most desperate thing in the world is the word "memorial", you know it's not good, you know its ending. But you ca n’t change it, you ca n’t even do it.

Later, Wang Chen could not hear him, and he stood still in place. Until the "mobilization meeting" was about to end, the traitor translated the words of a Japanese officer: "Who are you willing to be loyal to the Emperor?"

No one answered.

The traitor was black-faced: "As long as you promise to be loyal to the Emperor, you can go out from here."

But all that can endure to this day is hob meat, not afraid of death. Some even scolded: "I will not be a traitor like you when you die."

The traitor jumped.

"What's wrong with relying on the Emperor of Japan? It's better to follow the footsteps of Japan and create a co-prosperity circle in East Asia than to be a sick man in East Asia."

Someone in the "I" crowd suddenly said.

The crowd turned back in anger, but they were stunned. The young priests with iron bones were planning to turn to the Japanese army? !!

In the clusters of burning eyes, Wangchen looked pale, his fists clenched, and his chewing muscles were raised. It seemed that he would use all his strength to say this sentence: "I will."

"Well, is that sensible?" The traitor translator rejoiced: "You are as good as me, you come forward."

Forgetting step by step, he slowly stepped forward, and he lowered his head slightly, afraid to look at the angry and disdainful eyes.

He came to the Japanese officer and Shen Shen said, "I will not trust the Japanese army, but I am willing to give you the law."

After a pause, Wang Chen gritted his teeth and said, "It's not free, I have the conditions."

The traitor translator frowned, a little dissatisfied with Wang Chen's reply, but faithfully translated it to a Japanese officer.

The Japanese officer looked at the dust and said something in Japanese.

"Taijun asks you, what kind of school do you have?"

"Quanzhenism!" Wang Chen's face was hot and hot, he felt a huge shame, took a deep breath: "Eight Zhenism in eight formations, three nerds must be extinct, I will be all, I will find someone, I will give you One is absolutely unforgiving. I don't learn as much as forgetting. I will, he won't. "

"I will use them in exchange for my companions if they are captured by you."

After translation, the Japanese officer's eyes brightened.

The traitor translator took out a small book and wrote down all the names that Wang Chen said.

The Japanese officer patted Wang Chen's shoulder, spoke Japanese, and turned to leave.

The traitor translator took back the small book, patted Wang Chen's face, and sneered: "Taijun said that people will help you find it, but he must learn it."

Forgotten dust changed from the iron man to the real fragrant king Jingze.

From then on, everyone in the slave camp stopped talking to you, deserted him, and despised him. Only Chen Ye and Liu Ming sympathized with his eagerness to find a companion, and even comforted him.

A few days later, Wang Chen's life in the slave camp was not good. The wounds on his body were not disinfected and bandaged in time. The weather in early summer quickly ulcerated.

He suffers from physical pain and mental anxiety every day, and often wakes up in his dreams, or sits alone in the middle of the night, looking ruthless.

Li Xianyu could feel that during this period, the mentality of the demon had changed dramatically. He probably never dreamed that the betrayal would be the same family who grew up together from childhood, and the forgetfulness of fighting the blood in Changsha together.

The fiercest knife is always carried out by trusted people.

The enemy's knife can only destroy your body, and the knife smashed out by close people will annihilate with your heart ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This day, after eating sour leftovers, traitor translation in Japanese military uniform, Came to the slave camp with high spirits, looked around, and shouted, "Forget the dust, where is the dust?"

The defeated dog usually curled up in the forgotten dust of the broken tent, almost rushing out, and the feet clawed.

"Roar, if you don't see it for a few days, is this guy like a dog?" The translator was startled.

At this time, the demon road, his eyes were cloudy, his face was haggard, and his shawl was exuding. The wounds on his body were pus and stinky, attracting buzzing flies like a beggar on the street.

"The person you are looking for, we have found it for you. It was captured on the same day as you." The traitor translator said.

The ghostly eyes of Demon Road suddenly burst into bright light.

Li Xianyu was slightly excited. He rejoiced for the demon Tao. At this moment, finding the old companion in the ruin of the country is the greatest happiness in life and the greatest misfortune.

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