"They all deserve to die, everyone deserves to die!"
The soldiers guarding the city staggered towards them, raised their bloody swords high, and brought them down heavily, but it only scraped off their skin, leaving blood and bones everywhere. They were speechless for a moment, white snowflakes fell into the stained blood, and their shrill screams shattered their eardrums.
They weren't killing them, they were torturing them.
This familiar scene...
The great formation on Xumi Island also arouses resentment through betrayal and physical torture of fellow tribesmen and collects their vengeful spirits after death.
No wonder this house is so scary, no wonder I feel a chill down my spine when I get close to it.
This group of fallen immortals are truly evil, stupid and cruel.
Rong Yubai's hands were tightly grasping the hem of his clothes at his waist, and his knuckles were turning blue and white.
He was very angry.
The shaking fists unclenched.
He was powerless.
There was a barrier in front of him that he couldn't break.
As soon as he approached here, he realized that his cultivation was suppressed.
"Shh..." A short and unclear whistle sounded, and Rong Yubai jumped off the high wall silently and returned to his father.
"How is it? Are there any fallen immortals in there?" Rong Baichuan asked when he came to an empty corner.
"Maybe there are only city guards and ordinary people in the house and yard." He lowered his eyes sadly.
This pampered young master, who was raised in a honey pot, had only seen corpses strewn all over the ground three times in his life.
A natural disaster, he was powerless, a man-made disaster, there is a recurrence. This time, he is in a powerless position again.
Although he had been in the human world for seventeen years, he felt like he had lost two years. He was just a fifteen-year-old boy who was well protected by his family. When he suddenly saw the truth in a corner of the world, it seemed as if a string was broken.
His father put his arm around his shoulders, giving warmth to his cold body.
"It's okay. This place is colder than other places. The Fallen Immortal must come here frequently. Let's go find Ziqi. He will definitely be able to see the whole situation inside."
Rong Baichuan didn't think about the tragic scene inside. He saw it when the people were pushed here. There were fallen immortals here, and they were not capable of dealing with them. He didn't want his children to see such cruel scenes. He wanted to take Rong Yubai to another place, but he insisted on coming here.
He is a father, a selfish man. He never talks about what happened on the battlefield at home, and never asks his children to learn martial arts. He just wants them to live safely in the wealthy home of Jindu City, and only worry about the people's food and clothing expenses occasionally.
But both of his children seemed to be heading down a path he didn't want them to take.
One time, he met Rong Yuanyou and Han Qinzhe on the street, who were both bruised and battered, and overheard them saying the same thing as them.
"Ayou, from now on I will be the prince and you will be the general. I will protect you and you will protect me."
Rong Yuanyou glanced at Han Qinzhe with some disdain.
"I don't want to. If I become a general, I will protect the emperor just like my father did. You, a prince, are not qualified."
Han Qinzhe was silent for a moment, "Then... then I will be the emperor, you can always protect me."
He had said something outrageous, then shut up, feeling guilty. He had never dreamed of that position, and it was beyond his reach.
"We'll talk about it after you become the emperor." Seeing the bruised face showing a bit of depression, Rong Yuanyou added: "I'm not a general now, but you are a prince. For the time being, you are qualified for me to protect you."
In every fight thereafter, Rong Yuanyou protected Han Qinzhe well.
At this moment in Kyoto City, in the alley next to the prince's palace, the two were blocked again.
"Han Xiaozhe, stand behind me, I will protect you." Rong Yuanyou wiped the blood from his nose with his big hand, took a stance, and protected Han Qinzhe behind him.
"Are you okay? You're bleeding." Han Qinzhe looked a little worried.
Rong Xiaopang has been very arrogant lately. Being too arrogant can lead to disaster.
For example, right now, the Second Prince's men attacked him from behind and punched him. He thought he could dodge it, so he didn't warn, but he didn't have eyes behind him?
"Second Prince, you are already a grown man, yet you still hire someone to beat up your brother? Do you have any shame? If you have the guts, do it yourself."
Even with blood on his face, he remained harsh in his words.
Having been fooled once before, the Second Prince was not going to be fooled this time. "Come on!"
This time he brought three secret guards with him, who were very skilled in martial arts. Rong Yuanyou was no match for them. After ten moves, he had two bruises on his face and who knew how many more on his body.
But after training day and night, it doesn't hurt much.
He raised his hand and rubbed his chin, then beckoned to the three men, "Come again." His tone was very arrogant.
The second prince was surprised. When did Rong Xiaopang become so powerful? The three secret guards sent by his grandfather were all top-notch. How could he hold on for so long?
"Have you not eaten? Use all your strength!" he yelled at the secret guards.
The three of them looked at each other. After all, the other party was the general and the emperor's son, so they really didn't dare to use their full strength.
If something really happens, they will be the ones who suffer in the end.
"What are you hesitating for? Come on!" The second prince kicked one of them on the butt, and the three of them immediately rushed forward.
"Ayou, be careful." Han Qinzhe was a man who knew the current situation very well. He had already hidden behind the waste box in the corner, not wanting to be a hindrance or cause trouble.
"Hide well, stop worrying about me!"
The three of them were ready to attack together. Rong Yuanyou had to block them from the left and right, and dodge from the front and back. He was hit by several punches and could no longer hold on.
"Mo Qi, if you don't come out now, your young master will be beaten to death!"
A sinister voice responded, "Third Young Master is very powerful, doesn't he need protection? Why do you call me now?"
Just as he finished speaking, two darts were thrown from the darkness. The two men dodged them, and the next moment, a black shadow started fighting with them.
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