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Part 1 Undercover Demons Chapter 1 Night of Blood

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    The swordsman heroic soul dances in the wind, the blood is hard to cool, the least years!¡ª¡ª

    Guan Pingchao

    On the coast of the East China Sea, the land of Wuyue, Hangzhou in the south of the Yangtze River, there is a hero named "Zhang Qingyang", who is called "Hero of Benevolence and Righteousness".

    This night, Zhang Qingyang, the hero of benevolence and righteousness, is becoming a topic of discussion among some people.

    "Hero Zhang really deserves to be a 'Hero of Benevolence and Righteousness'. A few days ago, seeing that my family couldn't get rid of the pot, he even gave me a tael of silver. This is a life-saving kindness!"

    This is a dilapidated residential house in Hangzhou. A sallow and thin man was talking to his equally sallow and thin wife.

    Almost at the same time, in a manor house on the outskirts of Hangzhou, the torches were brightly lit.

    In the light of the jumping flames, a group of people were kneeling on the ground; a square-faced man with a resolute face, all tied up with ropes, knelt at the front of the crowd.

    In front of him, there were seven or eight men in black robes standing impressively, all of them looked gloomy.

    The one at the head of them was holding a sharp sword, dripping with blood, pointing the tip of the sword at the square-faced man on the ground, and cursed viciously: "Zhang Qingyang! You bastard! Now, are you still stubborn?"

    "Tsk tsk, hero of benevolence and righteousness, I bah! You stole the treasure of our Blood and Justice League, and you still have the face to be called a 'hero of benevolence and righteousness'? Bah bah bah! If you are sensible, hand it over!"

    While yelling and cursing, he still didn't seem to understand his hatred, so he took the bloody cold sword and hit Zhang Qingyang on the face with a "slap".

    In this scene, if it was a different person, I am afraid that being scared and urinating would be considered light, but at this time, Zhang Qingyang's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't say a word, only gasping from his nose, in this cold night, screaming  A little bit of sound that proves that he still exists.

    At this time, in another private house in Hangzhou, another old man was talking to the person next to his pillow: "Old lady, listen to me, that benevolent hero is really too benevolent!"

    "What's the matter? It's not that I don't know about his benevolence and righteousness." The old woman said angrily.

    "I know you're annoying. I've said it eight times, but I just can't help it."

    "That son of a bitch from the Li family, how old is he, idles around all day long, hangs out with a bunch of dubious people, sneaks around, flirts with big girls and little wives, I don't know how many times he's been in the yamen, sooner or later he's going to eat autumn  The last knife."

    "We beat and scolded and scolded, but it was useless. Last time, I was pushed somersault, and I almost didn't come up out of breath."

    "Fortunately, we begged Daxia Zhang, he gestured with the shining sword on the head of the rebellious boy, blinked his eyes, the cold wind was blowing, the brat's eyebrows fell off, and he was so frightened that he knelt down and begged for help.  "

    "Look, now he really has learned how to be good. He works in the blacksmith shop introduced by Zhang Daxia, not to mention how good he is."

    "Hey, who's to say it's not." My wife didn't think her husband was talking anymore, and agreed from the bottom of her heart, "Old man, don't tell me, it's useless how many times our old couple have nagged.  It's not like someone else's great knight gestures with a sword."

    "Hey, this thing is done too virtuously, we want to wish Zhang Daxia a long-lasting blessing and a prince forever!"

    "That's right, Daxia Zhang has a big family and a great career, and he will definitely be a king for generations!"

    This kind of blessing is simple and sincere, but what the simple and sincere Li family members do not know is that the blessing of the benevolent hero they are blessing at this moment may not be very long-lasting.

    Almost at the time when the two of them were blessing, the uninvited visitor in the black robe in the courtyard of Zhang's Manor in the outskirts saw that Zhang Daxia didn't say a word, and instead of being angry, he laughed.

    He yelled strangely: "Okay! Good! You are indeed a hero. When you steal things, you don't remember that you are a hero. Now you are a tough guy. Okay! I want to see how hard-hearted you are!"

    Before he finished speaking, before Zhang Qingyang could react, he turned around, turned his strange eyes like red charcoal, swung his blood-colored sharp sword, and a crimson flame flew out instantly, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, and struck with a "boom".  Among the kneeling crowd.

    In an instant, there was a childish cry, but just as the cry came out, it stopped abruptly¡ª¡ª

    It turned out to be a three or four-year-old child who was being hit by the edge of the flame. Before he could cry, he bled all over the place and died tragically on the spot

    The scene, which was still somewhat chaotic just now, suddenly became deathly silent.

    In a blink of an eye, there were cries everywhere, begging for mercy, shouting and cursing!

    The majority of those who were scolding were scolding Zhang Qingyang, scolding him for stealing things, scolding him for stealing something and still refusing to admit it, and now his relatives have been implicated to death.

    Hearing them scolding loudly, the faces of the black robes were all exposed.??A mocking smile.

    Amidst the scolding all over the sky, the man who was threatened by the black robes of the Blood Justice League just now, but didn't say a word, now closed his eyes tightly, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

    But he still didn't say a word.

    Seeing him like this, the group of Zhang's relatives behind him shouted louder, and many women even cried and begged him to tell the whereabouts of the baby quickly.

    It's a pity that they are still going to be disappointed, that Zhang Qingyang still has his eyes closed tightly, and he doesn't say a word, as if he has become a mute.

    In this way, he finally angered the men in black from the Blood Justice League.

    They finally understood that the stubbornness of this "hero of benevolence and righteousness" was beyond their imagination.

    Thus, the bloody massacre began.

    In order to further persecute Zhang Qingyang, the lawless disciples of the Blood Justice League started a series of brutal killings.

    But Zhang Qingyang still remained silent.

    The relatives scolded endlessly.

    At this time, they hated Zhang Qingyang no less than they hated those bloody alliance murderers who directly killed people.

    In their eyes, Zhang Qingyang was as ruthless as those men in black robes who were killing people, even worse.

    Zhang Qingyang's current performance is indeed cold and ruthless; if someone who Zhang Qingyang helped before came to the scene and witnessed this scene, he would definitely not believe his eyes:

    How could the benevolent, righteous, kind, and warm hero in my mind be so cold-blooded and heartless?  !

    In the city of Hangzhou, the ordinary people who turned off the lights and talked at night are still praising the kindness of the benevolent heroes, and sending simple and sincere blessings to the ordinary people in the city.

    When the drowsiness was getting thicker, they had no idea that Zhang Qingyang and Zhang Daxia, amidst their blessings, forcibly sent the huge Zhang family in Hangzhou to the tragic extermination.

    The relatives of the Zhang family who survived at the scene are completely desperate.

    In fact, they should have despaired earlier.

    They should know the most outstanding patriarch of their family for so many generations.

    Don't look at his fluttering white clothes, he seems to be contaminated with Wuyue Jiangnan's culture, but the spirit and persistence in his bones are stronger than anyone else.

    So they started laughing bitterly.

    Many people have stopped crying or scolding.

    They have all resigned to their fate.

    Among them, there is also a seven-year-old handsome child with tears on his face, but no tears.

    He seemed to have been so frightened that he couldn't even cry.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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