Chapter 472

The old Chen fourth suddenly became more angry, and mentioned that the little boy was going to fall to the ground.

"Hey, Chen Laosi, don't make a fool of yourself. It took the master a lot of miraculous medicine to turn these children into the culture medium. The culture medium should be taken alive. If you drop the precious culture medium, be careful of the master picking your skin! "

Chen Laosi's face was ferocious. He suddenly pressed the little boy on the chopping block and said with a grim smile, "if I can't kill him, I'll cut his hands and feet and let his blood run out little by little, OK?"

"Brother brother! Don't kill big brother Wuwuwu...... " In the cage came the cries of the children.

The little boy on the chopping block kept struggling, but he said that he could not get rid of the palm of Chen Laosi.

The little boy closed his eyes in despair as he watched the blade of the broadsword rise higher and closer to him.

However, a moment later, the expected pain did not come.

On the contrary, I think of a loud bang, which is the sound of a broadsword falling to the ground.

Then the whole basement was in a mess.

The little boy opened his eyes carefully, only to see two figures flashing slowly at the junction of light and shadow.

The man walking in front has extremely delicate and beautiful eyes, but there is a bright red scar on his face. At this time, he is holding a flying sword in his hand, which is cold and cold.

Just now, Chen Laosi, who was just about to start with himself, was already rolling on the ground, holding his bloody broken arm and howling in pain.

"Who are you? Do you know where it is? "

The basement is in a mess. Even the old men who are practicing medicine come around and shout loudly.

Gu Liufeng sneers and looks at these beasts with beast like hearts. His eyes are full of disgust and hatred. He says coldly, "I'm the one who comes to kill you!"

As soon as the voice fell, the light of senhan's sword exploded like fireworks.

Everywhere the sword light goes, the sound of wailing rises one after another, the broken limbs and arms fly in disorder, the blood splashes all over the place, just like the bloody hell.

He Xi looks at it leisurely, without any help.

In a blink of an eye, Gu Liufeng killed all the strong men in the basement who were still killing children.

Even if there are a few lucky survived, but broken hands and feet, rifling, it is more miserable than death.

The old men who made the medicine were panicked. Someone quietly detoured to the west corner, trying to press the mechanism on the wall for help.

He Xi sees coldly and wants to release purple hell and quiet Luo to stop it.

But before she could do it, a small figure hit the old man who wanted to press the mechanism.

The old man was knocked down on the ground and cried. The little boy grabbed a big machete beside him and cut it down on him mercilessly.

Blood splashed all over the little boy's face, and the hot, foul smelling liquid sprayed on his face.

He stayed for a moment, but immediately returned to his mind. There was no fear in his eyes, only hatred and persistence.

As soon as the little boy looked back, he smiled at Shanghe river.

At the junction of darkness and light, young people's skin is bright and clean as white jade with Lanolin, their lips are bright and red, but their eyes are spring water with ice dregs, clear but cold.

The beautiful red lips slightly raised, looking at his expression is so high, so casual, but especially attracted him, let him desire to close.