Chapter 177

Just as I was about to vent my endless anger on Wang pangzi, an old voice came from behind me.

The fist that had been raised was stopped.

I looked back at a rickety old lady with shabby clothes and wrinkles on her face like old bark, which might fall off at any time. She looked at me with praying eyes.

The fat man Wang stopped his fist when he saw me. His body trembled and said to me, "Xiao Lun, it's not me who killed your grandmother. It's those bullies who did it. They found that your grandmother had their things and forced her to hand them over. But your grandmother vowed to die. So they will..."

I didn't pay attention to the fat man's words, and the fist that stopped in the air fell on the fat man again.

"Please let go of my grandson. I'm just such a grandson." The old man saw that my fist fell on Wang fatty again and begged me.

Whoo!

A white light and shadow reflected the dazzling cold light, Shua across from my eyes, I quickly hid, jumped up in an instant.

When I fixed my body, I found that scar face was awake and staring at me fiercely.

"No one in this village can live today." The scar face seemed to be angry to the extreme. When he saw that the knife failed, he gave me a fierce roar.

I couldn't help frowning. "What do you mean? Isn't it really with the fat man? "

Just now, the old man, regardless of the present situation, fell on his knees and said to me in tears, "please let my grandson go." Finish saying unexpectedly on the ground fierce kowtow.

But the present situation makes me not care about the granny who pleads for the fat man. Anyway, they must die today. It's natural for them to kill.

Bang!

That scar face a knife to wave, I side body a hide, once again a punch mercilessly beat in that scar face of body.

Poof!

That scar face spurts out a mouthful of blood, flies backward, falls heavily on the ground.

With the sound of the fight, more and more village names surrounded the yard of the fat man.

But surprisingly, some of these people seemed to clap their hands. It felt like a rare performance.

Although when I first came to this village, I only thought the villagers here were fierce, but I didn't expect that in the face of such a fierce fighting scene, there was a faint look of excitement in my eyes.

My heart is filled with a little doubt again.

"Fight well, kill him." A person who looks a little weak, his face is ferocious and twisted, and he shouts excitedly.

Bang!

The scar face quickly got up from the ground, a knife was close to my chest, I hid on my side, and my hands leaned against the situation.

He grabbed the knife in his hand and put it on the neck of scar face. A touch of blood gushed out in an instant.

The scar face ugly face with unwilling, eyes drum like ox's eyes on the ground like this.

Then a group of bullies who came to their senses seemed to smell the bloody smell in the air, and their expressions became extremely strange.

It seems that there is a bloodthirsty instinct calling them, without a trace of hesitation, all like me rushed over.

When the villagers around saw this scene, their eyes showed a strong desire.

The crowd roared, "kill him, you must kill him."

There are many people have shown a cold smile, let people listen to all not creepy.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Those who wake up with a knife in their hands, fierce as I came, I was surprised.

Looking at those people's ferocious face, open mouth, that ugly mouth, eyes are still full of blood, just like the devil.

I wave the sword in my hand to fight against these demonic human beings.

Shua!

I saw an opportunity and slashed one of them fiercely. When the man's arm touched the blade, it was cut off instantly.

But the man seemed to have no sense of pain. Instead, he went crazy.

The villagers around are also cheering, as if the smell of blood can bring them joy.

I'm sure there must be something wrong with these people, and these villains seem to be demonized.

Poof!

Poof!

Poof!

I brandish the big knife in my hand and kill like killing gods. The villains pour out a few mouthfuls of blood one by one and then fall to the ground.

I don't think I will be soft hearted in the face of demons. Besides, these people have committed unforgivable crimes.

Soon all the bullies fell to the ground and couldn't get up. The blood had dyed the small yard red.

I took a deep breath, as if the huge stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.The fat man Wang saw me coming towards him step by step. He began to shudder and said to me, "no, you don't come here. It's none of my business."

The onlooker yelled excitedly, "kill him, kill him!"

In an instant, the onlookers were like boiling water, and the cry of killing rang through the world.

But there is one exception, that is the granny of fat Wang.

When I went to Wang pangzi and raised my bloody sword to end the cause and effect of all this.

Which rickets figure instantly protects that Wang fat man.

The old man screamed violently from his hoarse throat, "please, please let my grandson go."

But when the villagers around saw that the knife in my hand stagnated, a sound like a huge wave spread instantly.

"Kill them, kill them all."

"Please let go of my grandson. I will die for him." The old man said to me in a trembling voice.

Seeing the old man blocking the fat man, I didn't know what to do for a moment.

The villagers around me became impatient when they saw that I didn't drop the sword in my hand. They all came up one by one, as if they wanted to witness my killing.

When the old man saw the villagers coming up, he moved away from Wang pangzi and kowtowed to me in a low voice.

On the one hand, the villagers called to kill, on the other hand, the old man asked for mercy.

Two kinds of voices surround me fiercely. As soon as I think that the old man who is full of love for me has left me, a sense of killing immediately fills my whole body.

Seeing that the old man in front of me was protecting his grandson so desperately made me feel a touch in my heart.

"What's the difference between me and fat Wang if I go down with this knife?" I began to show such questions in my heart.

But one side of the villagers can not help but let me feel a heavy doubt.

The old man's forehead began to ooze blood, and the white hair on his temples had been dyed red by blood.

My heart hesitated again, and finally the loving old man appeared in my mind again. I looked up to the sky and roared loudly.

Finally, seeing the pale old man who was almost fainting because of blood loss, I galloped away in the villagers' cry.

But I was deeply shocked by the behavior of this group of villagers.