Nightfall Chapter 17: Don’t kill

A wound appeared on Sangsang's forehead, and the blood was slowly flowing down. I don't know if it was because her small face was too pale, the blood was not purely red, it looked a little black.

She looked at the little boy with a dazed expression. She couldn't understand why he had to smash herself with a stone. When she wanted to understand, her expression became dim and sad, but she didn't say anything.

Lu Chenjia clearly saw this scene. For some reason, a hint of pity flashed in her heart. Qu Nimadi sneered, without concealing the pleasure of laughter.

Sangsang was painful and sad, but she didn't say anything, just quietly lying on Ning Que's shoulder, because she didn't want him to be affected by this incident, she knew that he was not feeling well now.

But she was hit by a stone, how could Ning Que didn't know, he looked sideways at the little boy, held the scabbard in his left hand, and began to slowly withdraw Pu Dao from the scabbard.

Qu Nimati sneered, and Yin Hu said: "Ning Que, you are really cold-blooded!"

Lu Chenjia's expression changed slightly and interceded for the little boy: "He is still just a child..."

Ning Que didn't seem to hear them at all, and Pu Dao had already pulled out half of its sheath. He looked at the little boy, with no expression on his **** face, so he became more and more terrible.

The little boy wowed and cried again.

In the crowd, the Seven Masters looked at Ning Que, slightly regretful, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Thirteen, today’s siege of Baita Temple is all the fault of my Buddhism. I will bear it, please. You are merciful."

At this time, the little boy was next to Ning Que. As long as Ning Que was drawn with a knife, he would definitely die. Although the seven were high priests of the Xuankong Temple, they had tyrannical means, but there was no way to stop them.

Ning Que was forced into a desperate situation today and fled to this place. Countless killings. He was covered in blood, and his mood had been numb and cold to the extreme, let alone these people in the field. Even the master or the big brother, I'm afraid they can't stop him from cutting this little boy by the knife.

The whole world can be in this situation. Only one person can stop him.

Sangsang leaned on his shoulder, shook his head, and said tiredly: "No."

Ning Que's hand holding the handle of the knife stiffened slightly.

Many years ago, they worked together to kill Grandpa in the depths of Minshan Mountain. Before leaving the hunting house, at the request of Sangsang, who was a little girl, he let go of two foods that were extremely precious to them at the time. A little rock sheep.

The story of the year. It seems to reappear today.

Ning Que retracted the knife into the sheath and used the tip of the sheath to pick the little boy who was still crying in horror to the back of the crowd.

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Many corpses lie down by the lake, and many seriously injured people are groaning miserably in a pool of blood.

Ning Que looked at the temple wall in the distance. Found that so many people were killed. It turned out that I had only walked a distance of more than ten feet and wanted to leave. There is still a long way to go, how many people will be killed.

He suddenly felt a little tired and bowed his head.

Sangsang grabbed his cuffs with his fingers, and gently wiped the blood off his face with his sleeves.

Ning Que raised his head, untied the rope tied to his arm, and then continued to walk forward.

Qu Nimati and Lu Chenjia, I don't know why they let go of themselves, and they are stunned.

A very strange thing happened at this moment.

Ning Que walked forward, and the people in front of him gradually separated and became very quiet. Quietness spread faster than fear, and the noise and curses behind the crowd gradually stopped.

Even the Buddhist monks fell silent and did not continue to proclaim the Buddha's name or chant the Buddhist scriptures.

The violent crowd in the White Pagoda Temple gradually calmed down.

No one can understand what caused the current silence. Ning Que can’t understand, Master Qi Mei can’t understand, Qu Nimadi can’t understand, and if Haotian is looking down at the world, he probably can’t understand either.

Because of fear, I was angry. Ning Que was tired now, and people seemed to be less afraid, so I was no longer angry as before? Or has he killed enough people so that the crowd is deterred?

Or because he has been killing people, people want to kill him. At this time, he is no longer killing people, so people are not willing to risk their lives and rush forward to kill him?

Ning Que walked through the pool of blood and looked at the faces of the dead and wounded from the side of the eye, then he raised his head and looked at the faces of countless people in the crowd.

Those faces are very ordinary, thrown in the streets of Chaoyang City, absolutely can not find them, but these faces have their own emotions, sorrows, and stories, and many people's stories end today.

The crowd gradually separated in front of him, like the sea separating a passage.

Ning Que walked tiredly through the crowd with Sangsang on his back. The blood dripped down his hair continuously. The earlier blood had already solidified, causing his hair to stick together. Is embarrassed.

Looking at him and the daughter of Hades on his back, the expressions on people’s faces are very complicated, most of them are filled with fear, half of them are mixed with happiness, and a few people’s faces still remain. They were angry, but no matter how different their emotions were, their eyes looked the same at Ning Que.

That was looking at a strange look. In people's eyes, Ning Que, who was covered in blood, was a devil, a guardian of the underworld, and a cruel beast, but in short, this man was not a human.

There was a dead silence in the Baita Temple, only Ning Que’s footsteps could be heard. Countless people looked at him in silence, still holding shovel and bricks in their hands, eyes full of hatred and anger, and they leaned back slightly. Their bodies have exposed the extreme fear in their hearts, and all of them merged together to become absolute indifference.

The crowd is gradually divided like the sea, and the road is not to welcome you, but to send you away thousands of miles away, like a flock of sheep in the wasteland, sending a sheep that learns to eat sheep and eventually becomes a wolf.

This is probably the feeling of being abandoned by the whole world—Ning Que wiped his bloodied hands on his clothes, then reached out to his shoulders and patted Sangsang's small face lightly.

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The powerful breath is near.

Ning Que quickened his pace. According to Sangsang's previous calculations, it was still too late. As long as the crowd in front of him stopped attacking himself, and the Seven Masters obviously had no intention of making a move.

Qu Nimadi looked at the figure farther and farther ahead, her body trembled violently, her face became more and more resentful, even a little crazy.

She is different from the Seven Masters. Unlike the people in the field, she never cares if Sangsang is the daughter of Pluto. She just wants Ning Que to die and avenge her man and son.

The talismanic meaning that Ning Que patted on her body in Antang Lin has gradually dissipated, and the power of mind and cultivation returned to her body. She screamed, and her figure suddenly swept forward. Sang shoot it!

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(I’m really tired...The number of chapters in the previous chapter is wrong, and the third chapter should be written before one and a half) {Piaotian Literature www.piaotian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation }