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Chapter 2 Youth Without Tears

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    The tearless boy named Zhang Shaochen is the eldest son of the stubborn patriarch Zhang Qingyang.

    At this moment, Zhang Qingyang, a man who had fought hard against the sword of the Blood Justice League, seemed to suddenly think of something, opened his eyes slightly, and glanced at the young man in the crowd.

    In the ashen eyes, there was a flash of tenderness in an instant.

    Suddenly, he landed on his knees, leaped up with the ropes all over his body, barely avoided the sword's edge that was close at hand, and slammed into the nearest black-robed murderer!

    The black-robed guest of the Blood Justice League thought that the person in front of him was already a dead fish on the cutting board. Who would have thought that he would still be violent when his veins and acupoints were sealed and his body was tied up with ropes?

    Caught off guard, he was bumped and staggered!

    "A dead fish dares to bump into me? Is this okay?!"

    Hei Pao Ke was furious, without even thinking about it, he stabbed Zhang Qingyang's chest with a sword¡ª¡ª

    The sharp edge of the sword cut through the flesh with a sound of "Chi"; hot blood immediately rushed.

    It is a pity that a generation of heroes who are well-known on the coast of the East China Sea died on the spot.

    Impulsively, he killed him, and the black robe regretted a little.

    However, this thought only passed in a flash.

    According to his experience, in fact, he already knew that if he met someone as hard-hearted as Zhang Qingyang, this might be the result in the end.

    Under the firelight, he glanced at the corpse lying on the ground with a complicated expression, cursed "idiot" in a low voice, waved his hand, said a little tiredly, "Kill them all", then turned and left.

    The tall figure quickly disappeared into the vast night.

    Behind him, crying soared into the sky.

    So he shook his head and played out a talisman without looking back.

    In the dark night, the talisman was burning with the wind, and in a blink of an eye, the crying that was shaking the sky just now suddenly fell into silence.

    At this time, even travelers who are close at hand can't hear any sound when passing by.

    "The Tranquil Talisman", a very good silent talisman, but from now on, will the world really be peaceful?

    For the leader of the Blood Justice League, the mission of this trip to Hangzhou was not completed.

    But so what?  Slaughtering all Zhang's family is also an excellent deterrent to those who dare to betray the Blood Justice League.

    As for the lost magic weapon, so what if it is the "Key to the Dreamland of the Gods"?  After all, it is a dead thing.

    ?The Blood Justice Alliance lacks everything, and there is no shortage of people. When the time comes, they will send out more people and spend more time. Are they afraid they won't be able to find them?

    It looks like everything is under control.

    "It's just that I always feel that something is wrong?" the fierce black robed man murmured on his way home.

    "That dead ghost hero, it seems that before he died, there was a smile on his face-how could he smile?!"

    "It's kind of weird"

    "Bah, I don't want to! The person who would rather die than confess is definitely not in the right mind. Why should I miss him so much?"

    "Let's go, there are still many important things to do in the league."

    Thinking of this, his black figure completely merged into the dark night

    What he didn't know was that the frightened teenager in the crowd just now was lying like a rice dumpling among the weeds outside the courtyard wall.

    Witnessing the tragic death of his relatives before had scared the seven-year-old child so much that not only he forgot to cry, but he couldn't even turn his head.

    "Iwhy am I here suddenly?"

    It was a very simple question, and he didn't seem to be able to react until the last wail of crying disappeared inside the wall.

    "Oh Just now, Gu Lulu seemed to be hit by something, and Gu Lulu rolled over a long way, rolled out of the dog hole, and rolled outside the courtyard wall."

    "What about them? Dad, mother and uncles, aunts and aunts? And, what about my younger brother"

    When he thought of his younger brother, he suddenly remembered that terrible picture¡ª¡ª

    That was the scene he saw clearly before his brain stopped functioning in fright!

    So with a "wow", the little boy who seemed to have become an idiot just now burst into tears.

    The Zhang's Manor, once a thriving population, has become a cold place for the dead.

    In the desolate night, only a heart-piercing cry echoed, echoing over the dead manor, both terrifying and sad.

    At this time, in the private houses in Hangzhou City, the old man Li who was talking about it was finally sleepy, so he leaned up and blew with a "poof".I lit the oil lamp, pulled up the quilt, and fell asleep.

    "Good people are rewarded with good rewards. Mr. Zhang En's family must be princes forever. Go to sleep."

    These were the last words Old Man Li muttered before falling asleep.

    Since then, it seems that a certain mechanism has been opened, and the entire city of Hangzhou has been plunged into thick darkness.

    The confused night seems to be able to cover up all evils.

    But in fact, at this time, it was the most prosperous dynasty in ancient China.

    "The Nine Heavens will open the palace, and the clothes of all nations will worship the crown."

    The stormy Kyushu, the majestic China, and the land of China, which has been plagued by disasters, now seems to have ushered in the most prosperous and stable era.

    But great disasters often start from small cracks; prosperity reaches its peak, and then it goes downhill.

    The tragedy on the outskirts of Hangzhou was just one of many small cracks.

    The wind starts at the end of Qingping.

    Under the surging undercurrent, people of insight have already smelled a rotten smell under the colorful flowers.

    So more and more caring people began to practice martial arts.

    After all, this is still the end of a prosperous and prosperous age, with abundant manpower and material resources, so countless sects have been born in famous mountains and rivers, big cities and small towns.

    Just like the theory of yin and yang that has been passed down since ancient times, the sects in the world at this time are roughly divided into two camps: Xianmen and Demon Dao.

    Listening to the name, it seems that the gate of the fairy is bright, and the way of the devil is mysterious.

    But maybe, they are all just using the rituals of immortals and magic as a call to strive for greater self-protection and competition in this world of approaching winter.

    Because of the thousand-year tradition, swordsmanship is particularly popular in this era. Even Xianmen and Magic Dao, which major in immortal arts and magic skills, often combine spells and swordsmanship, so that there is a very popular saying:

    "A scholar must be brave, and a scholar must learn the sword."

    ? At the time of the ups and downs of heaven and earth, there are actually many people who hope:

    "Wish to be frivolous for Wuling,

    Born in Zhenguan Kaiyuan.

    Fighting cocks and running dogs live their lives,

    I don't know the safety of the world and the earth.  "

    It's a pity that for the young Zhang Shaochen, it's too extravagant to live his whole life without knowing the safety of the world and the earth.

    After all, when he was still an ignorant child, he saw the cruelest and bloodiest side of this world.

    Perhaps in today's world, no one's life experience will change as drastically as Zhang Shaochen.

    Before he was seven years old, as the son of a hero, he was well-clothed and well-fed, with both fame and wealth. How glorious was he?

    His father Zhang Qingyang's title of "Hero of Benevolence and Righteousness" is not just a casual talk.

    How famous is it?

    Even people from rivers and lakes far away in the Northwest Great Wall would come to Hangzhou without hesitation, just to see him and say a few words;

    If we can have another meal together, it will be a surprise in life!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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