Chapter 632

In an instant, blood spurted out of Ah Sun's chest.

The sharp copper knife sliced open his stomach with a "bang", revealing colorful internal organs.

Ah Zhu fell to the ground suddenly, his dying face showed a hideous look, and the severe pain made him unable to say a word, and could only watch his dissected belly.

"Poof...... Puff ...... Puff ......"

Ah Sun's heart beat weakly, soaking his body.

"Ah Zhu! Let me go! Let go of me......" An Xun struggled desperately, but to no avail, watching his people die one by one.

Seeing An Xun's painful expression, a sneer of disdain appeared on his lips, "How is it?" Watching your own people being killed because of you, do you want to die? ”

As he spoke, he turned the tip of the copper knife upside down and aimed it at Ah Sun's still beating heart.

"Please, maybe I won't let him die so miserably."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Ah Zhu lying on the ground, as if he were looking at a beast that had just been killed.

"......" An Xun trembled.

"Poof"

The tip of the copper knife slammed into Ah Sun's beating heart.

Poor Ah Zhu only had time to snort, and then there was no more life.

"Don't ......" An Xun was pressed to the ground by two strong males, and even if he was in pain, he couldn't move again.

Yi pulled out the copper knife, looked at the wound on Ah Zhu's corpse with satisfaction, and couldn't help but admire:

"It works! Gee...... I knew that she would make such a powerful weapon, and she must not be allowed to escape from the Mengye tribe at that time! ”

"Don't kill ...... again, don't, don't, why don't you kill me?" An Xun almost crushed his teeth, and a smear of blood spilled from his mouth.

These people were all people who got along with him day and night and made copper weapons for the Apocalypse tribe together, and he watched them die in front of his eyes, killed by the copper weapons they made with their own hands.

"Okay, then you promised to make a copper knife for my Mengye tribe?" He asked with a smile on his face, slanting over a pair of grim eyes.

"I ...... No...... Don't ......" An Xun's mind was in chaos.

He couldn't say yes, he would rather have his head cut off or his stomach cut open.

If he made bronze weapons for the Monye tribe, these people would use the weapons he made to kill more people from the Apocalypse tribe.

How could he do that!

An Xun's resistance made the males of the several Apocalypse tribes who were still alive shocked, and they couldn't help but tremble and scold.

"Anxun, do you want us to be killed by the descendants too? You bastard......"

"Anxun, what did we do wrong? You did this to us! ”

"Anxun, I beg you, I don't want to die...... I—I'm so scared...... Isn't it enough that Ah Zhu and Ah Ran died so miserably? Promise them! ”

......

Yi swept over the males with cold eyes, and laughed, "An Xun, did you hear that?" They don't want to die. I'm also strange, they're all your people, do you want them to die so much? ”

"Please, please let them go......" An Xun wept bitterly, hissing and pleading.

"You know that's not what I want to hear, Anxun. Next, every time I ask you, I cut off a person's hands and feet, and when the hands and feet are finished, their heads will be chopped off. ”

He raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly, admiring the blood flowing from the copper knife in his hand.

"An Xun, did you promise to make a copper knife for my Mengye tribe?" He turned to the males of the Apocalypse Tribe, his eyes full of bloodthirsty excitement.