Su Yan blinked and nodded

"Okay, I'll help you."

After a pause, she added

"I'll help you get revenge, what can you give me?"

The voice was confused.

Qin Qingyue gave Su Yan a knock

"Young master, I only have this rotten life, for your sake, I will not hesitate to go to the soup and fire."

Su Yan thought for a moment.

In fact, it seems that it is useless for her to ask for her life.

However, this was the only thing Qin Qingyue could give.

Half ringing, nodding

"Good"

At this point, after a three-two-sentence conversation, an agreement was reached.

In the blink of an eye, night came.

The alleys that were lively during the day are now cool.

There was no one on the street.

It seemed as silent as every night.

It's just that, in the wild suburbs, there is a large mansion with luxuriously decorated doors.

It's just that this house is closed all year round, and no one seems to live in it.

But at night, you will often see people coming in and out.

Most of the time, a group of men can be seen entering with several unconscious women.

Or, there were screams of misery and despair coming from inside.

Today is a little different than usual.

Most of the men you occasionally glimpse here are arrogant and obscene.

He spoke with a sense of pride.

Today, the closed door is wide open.

Several corpses were scattered in the doorway.

The dead are all stabbed to the heart to death.

Blood was spilled all over the doorway of this house.

It seems destined that tonight will be a sleepless night.

Stretching the road inward.

Every two or three steps, a corpse dies.

The blood stretched all the way to the house.

When I walked into the hall, I found that there was a secret door that led to the underground.

There was also a man lying by the secret door, with a sharp knife stuck in his body, and he died in agony.

Peeked further in, and finally, I heard movement.

"Okay, good man spare his life! Heroes spare their lives!! ”

It was a man's frightened cry of forgiveness.

Probably, he knew that he couldn't win the other party, so he could only throw away his weapon and ask for mercy, hoping to survive.

Just look a few meters in front of the man.

A tall, slender man wearing a white shirt stained with blood.

His face was white, and his eyes were a little cold and indifferent, as if this scene had been seen in his eyes, and it was as if nothing had entered his eyes.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the bladed dagger in his hand.

Throw away.

Clang, falling to the ground with a loud sound.

And behind the man, stood a pale-faced woman.

The woman had a good face, and she reached out and handed a knife that was intact to the man in front of her

"Young Master"

The hoarse voice shouted respectfully.

That's right.

These two people are Su Yan and Qin Qingyue.

Su Yan lowered his eyes, and every move seemed casual.

Take the dagger.

I didn't want to listen to those people's pleas for mercy.

One by one, they were all killed.

In hell, if the devil is on his knees begging for forgiveness, it is not because he feels guilty that he has done too many dirty things.

Just, succumb to your power.

The devil is the devil, let him go, it is still the devil.

So, why listen to explanations?

It's just that until now, those people don't dare to resist at all.

All of them were frightened by Su Yan's posture of killing gods and killing Buddhas.

The knife in Su Yan's hand stopped.

She blinked and looked around.

There were more than a dozen women in each fenced room.

Their faces were either timid or frightened.

There are jade plaques hanging on his body, and his clothes are disheveled.