Quickly Pass Through the Villain, He is Soft and Sweet

The wild suburbs outside the small town were desolate. It was early in the morning and late at night, and the cold wind was howling, and there was a lingering silence.

Occasionally, there would be a few sharp meows from all around, which were eerie and unbearably creepy.

The cat's meow was very weird, like weeping, but it was eerie, it felt like it was crying, and it seemed to be guiding something.

During that night, you would occasionally see a pair of green eyes staring at you in the dark, unblinking, sending chills down your spine.

But when you turn your head, there is still an endless abyss behind you, with no bottom, as if it can swallow you up.

The cold wind swept away, swept away half of the sparks, and gradually blew into the distance, and gradually disappeared into the night.

In the woods outside a remote ancient city town, the road is muddy and twists and turns, one place is wet, but another place looks extremely dry.

Somewhere in a dry place overgrown with weeds, a large group of people are gathered together, and a pile of firewood is lit in the middle.

From the flickering flames, one can vaguely see their faces, both old and young, with a big black bag bulging behind them.

Some of them gathered around the match, and some of them sat on the other side, wiping the dagger with the clothes in their hands, which reflected a gloomy light in the faint moonlight.

"Look, look, how soundly our young master Shen sleeps! It's so sweet, I don't know when he was killed!" One of them was eating a compressed biscuit, looking at the tree trunk. A young boy who slept soundly, sneered mockingly.

"I said, Jiang Fugui, can you take a break? You have complained about our young master Shen many times along the way, and now he finally slept, what are you talking about! He can't hear you." Jiang Fugui The man opposite had a scar on his face, and he said: "Besides, you should be careful about our young master Shen, if you really lose your temper because of what you said, and go home and complain to Mr. Shen, then you will die." Heck!"

Hearing this, Jiang Fugui was full of disgust and disdain, "You think I'm playing house with her! And go home to sue? Besides, it's not certain whether she will be ordered to go back this time!"

The man with the scar on the opposite side nodded in agreement, and he said to Jiang Lao who was holding a pipe and smoking a big cigarette without saying a word: "Hey, Jiang Lao, I don't understand. Why did Mr. Shen send a The yellow-haired boy who hasn't even grown his hair will go to fight with me? This young master Shen is very squeamish all the way, what effect can it have on our operation? Could it be that they think that the Qiu faction has fallen to the point of failure? Can you move out such a kid?"

Mr. Jiang is an old man in his fifties or sixties, with wrinkles and pimples on his face, and his eyes are yellow and cloudy.

He sat there, the red fire light hitting his face faintly, bright and dark, feeling very mysterious.

Mr. Jiang smoked a big cigarette, and exhaled the smoke faintly, "How does that guy, Old Fox Shen, know what he is thinking? But that old fox brought so many people to protect his precious grandson this time, is it possible that he really wants his family to be the only one in his family?" The only seedling Miao died here?"

In this way, who doesn't know that the only one in his family's only seedling is what Mr. Shen of the Faqiu School loves the most?

Hearing that Mr. Shen only sent out his precious grandson in this time the Four Great Sects fought against each other, the people on the road were shocked a lot!