There was a kind of red fruit in the obsessive eyes of those people, who wanted to take her for themselves.

Jun Wuxian saw the dirty eyes of those people, and his dark black eyes narrowed dangerously.

Bei Yutang looked at these people in front of him and said word by word: "I want them to die!" ”

Jun Wuxian didn't react much when he heard her words.

However, when the people in the village heard her words, they all came to their senses, and they only thought she was telling a big joke.

Someone looked at the two of them contemptuously, "Just because this man next to you is going to kill us, haha, it's just a pipe dream." ”

A grumpy man said, "Don't talk nonsense with them, kill this man." This woman belongs to our village. ”

As soon as these words came out, the men of the whole village were enthusiastic.

Suddenly, many people felt something splash on their faces, and when they touched their faces, they were shocked when they saw the bright red blood in their hands.

The person who was still talking was already separated at this time.

With a thud, his body fell to the ground, and his head rolled to the feet of the village chief with a grunt.

Jun Wuxian picked up Bei Yutang and placed her above the roof to keep her out of danger. Jun Wuxian stood there, looking at them coldly.

The village chief was a little furious by his sharp eyes, but he still shouted hard: "Let's go together, kill him, and avenge Erbai." ”

The village chief gave an order, and everyone in the village rushed forward together, countless swords and sticks towards Jun Wuxian's body, but his body was like a ghost, and they couldn't get close to it, let alone attack.

Everywhere he passed, blood splattered. Many people don't even know how they died.

One corpse after another fell to the ground, and they found that there were fewer and fewer people around them.

They finally realized that they had come across the God of Killing.

Someone tried to escape, but it was too late.

One of them fled the farthest, only to feel the evil wind behind him, and the next second, he watched the knife pass through the hall in his chest, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground with his eyes glared.

There were only three people left on the field, and the three of them looked at each other and scattered and fled, but the faster they ran, the faster they died.

When Bei Yutang regained control of his body and regained consciousness, he saw corpses all over the ground.

A person fled in a panic, and Jun Wuxian's figure floated in front of him like a ghost, and the man's body stiffened, only feeling a pain in his chest. When I looked down, I saw a bloody hole in my chest.

But there was one more thing in Jun Wuxian's hand, a red heart, held in his palm, and that heart was still beating slightly.

The man looked in amazement at what belonged to him in his hand.

I saw his slender five fingers, gathering little by little,