In fact, one should be able to imagine how it was possible for Xuan'er to be picked on by a notorious gang that was well known to everyone nearby and even the government agencies turned a blind eye.
And this man in black robe is Song Qiwen, the leader of the Sun-Destroying Gang.
He was just an ordinary person among thousands of people. Although he was destined to enter the world of gods and demons, he could only look up at those flying in the sky until he met a seriously injured sect member. of 'opportunities'.
Song Qiwen had long disliked the Mie Ri Gang as a burden. They couldn't do anything to help him, but he still had to take them with him.
What's more, the mental skills and techniques he learned from that sect are not comprehensive. He has been practicing diligently these years, but he can't stop the impending deadline. He needs a bigger 'opportunity' .
Taoist Pandan is one.
But Song Qiwen was not a reckless person. He captured several women and sent them to surrender, but they all never came back. When he was distressed, he found that someone from the sect came to inquire about Taoist Pandan.
He made up his mind to be the fisherman who made a profit, and borrowed a knife to kill the group of burdensome people. After all, he said when he joined the gang that they were all brothers, how could he be so treacherous as to do it himself.
Xuan'er, who was being used as a swordsman, cursed Song Qiwen.
Song Qiwen raised his leg and kicked Xuan'er's heart, trampling it hard until Xuan'er fainted from the pain, "For the sake of helping me, I'll spare your life, but what's the matter in this wilderness?" If the beast takes it away, it will be your own life.”
Song Qiwen took back his feet and dusted off his clothes. He was not interested in Xuan'er.
Along the way, she was just a slave. The master was too kind to her, so she couldn't recognize her identity.
Song Qiwen's eyes were fixed on Shui Miaomiao on the ground. This was the huge 'opportunity' he wanted.
That sword blow just now, if he hadn't been wary by nature and hid far away, he might have only gotten in. Because he hid far away, Song Qiwen didn't know what terrible thing happened here.
What's more, his end is approaching, and nothing can stop him from continuing to live!
Song Qiwen stepped forward and kicked Shui Miaomiao, turning him over, "Are you awake?"
With her eyes closed, Shui Miaomiao's breathing was inaudible, and she seemed to be awake.
Song Qiwen stepped on Shui Miaomiao's sword-holding wrist, and before using any force, he said threateningly, "I know you're awake."
The eyelashes trembled slightly. Yes, Shui Miaomiao had been awake for a while, but it was also after Song Qiwen appeared on the scene, so it is not clear how far the plot has developed? Why did you suddenly become like this? When did Xuan'er come? Who is this person?
Shui Miaomiao roughly estimated that due to her cultivation in the transformation stage, she could not win the front with her remaining health. A sneak attack? Apparently people have already pointed out this possibility.
Opening his eyes, Shui Miaomiao asked calmly, "What do you want?"
"Haha." Song Qiwen said with a smile, "Over the years, I have understood early on that you should not discuss business with people from the sect. You are all as arrogant as swans. A toad can't even look at you. At one glance, one’s mind is too small to bear any loss, so only the dead are the safest.”
"I'm not serious. Tell me, what do you want? I promise." Shui Miaomiao said very sincerely. She really didn't have any strength at all. She spoke intermittently, but this was her only chance. As long as Song Qiwen said something, she would definitely give it to him with both hands without hesitation.
But Song Qiwen didn't have the patience, let alone believed it. He didn't dare to use the things handed over without being tortured.
Without any hesitation, he stepped on Shui Miaomiao's wrist and turned his feet. Song Qiwen said with a ruthless look on his face, "Before that, you have to tell me what I need, and I can give you a good time."
The bead chain wrapped around her wrist must have sunk into the bones and flesh. Shui Miaomiao closed her eyes and listened silently to the sound of cracking bones coming from her ears. It was not something she could bear, but she had the strength to even hum in pain now. None.
Beads of sweat instantly covered Shui Miaomiao's forehead, and Song Qiwen asked, "Where are the bones of Taoist Pandan?"
Song Qiwen's targeting of Taoist Pandan was not random, he wanted Taoist Pandan's things even more.
Everything in the sect is good, but it is troublesome to practice. Talent seems to be more important. There is no way to bridge the gap, so he also wants this shortcut.
Shui Miaomiao smiled bitterly in her heart. There are so many things to ask, why can't you ask her something she knows? She hasn't met Taoist Pandan, okay?
"Quite stubborn." Song Qiwen sneered and cast his spell, and the sound of 'rustling' echoed around him.
Shui Miaomiao shook her head vigorously. She was not stubborn, she really didn't know, but in Song Qiwen's eyes, she was resisting.
It was probably thorn vines that strangled the limbs.
Shui Miaomiao tried her best to open her eyes and saw the world turned upside down. She was hung upside down, her limbs were pulled, and she was still being lifted up gradually. Her brain was congested with blood, her thoughts were confused, and her body seemed to be torn apart.
Shui Miaomiao felt like she had become a detachable doll. Will it be the shoulders or the legs that are about to be removed? She couldn't even notice it anymore, it hurt.
She was not a real doll. Her ears were roaring as if they were about to explode under the heavy pressure. Her eyes were filled with bloody red. She felt heavy and stinging as if she was about to burst out of her eyes. Her breathing was not smooth, as if some thick water was flowing backwards. On the verge of suffocation, Shui Miaomiao opened her mouth and let out a cry of pain.
The pulling sensation in the limbs suddenly relaxed. Shui Miaomiao did not think it was Song Qiwen's mercy. The numb limbs suddenly lost their binding force. It was an unspeakable pain. It was like the jolting of the soul out of the body. She was no longer herself. Also accompanied by rappelling.
Just hitting the ground like this, Shui Miaomiao couldn't think of another possibility besides his brain bursting.
The body was caught off guard and stopped in mid-air, and then was straightened up. Shui Miaomiao lowered his head and half-opened his eyes, looking at Song Qiwen standing below with a face full of disbelief.
Is the little brother standing in front of Song Qiwen?
Shui Miaomiao didn't dare to recognize it. She was so dizzy that everything she looked at seemed to be broken. Only the column of blood pouring out from Song Qiwen's chest was particularly bright.
Song Qiwen's chest was penetrated, and a hole was dug out that could let in the moonlight, but he did not fall to the ground immediately.
Like a bolt from the blue, or as if someone had poured cold water on him from head to toe, Song Qiwen's face was numb, he staggered back while clutching his chest, and said frantically, "It's impossible, it's impossible, this is impossible." impossible."
He had observed this group of people, and no one had a higher level of cultivation than him. But when the young man in front of him attacked, he didn't even have the ability to parry.
"I won't die, I won't die." Song Qiwen couldn't accept it and acted like crazy to resist.
Easily neutralizing Song Qiwen's attack, Mu Cang grabbed his hand and turned it in the opposite direction. Listening to his screams, he said faintly, "You will die, but you won't die so quickly. Don't touch me rashly." Things, you will only live worse than death."
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
Song Qiwen's piercing screams echoed through the sky, making people's hair stand on end just listening to them.
As Mu Cang raised his hand, Shui Miaomiao fell steadily into his arms.
Before Shui Miaomiao could react, Mu Cang snapped his fingers, and Song Qiwen, who was tortured to the point of collapse by the black mist, was instantly cut into pieces by five horses.
The impact was so great that Shui Miaomiao's vision went dark, and Mu Cang carried the fainted Shui Miaomiao on his shoulders and disappeared into the night.
