Boom!
As Han Qianqian's sword hit him straight in the torso, there was a rumbling sound, and countless black gas instantly gushed out from the wound.
Like the water of a mountain torrent erupted!
Han Qianqian hurriedly used his hand to cover the occasion, but at this time, found that the devil child's body black gas has been scattered, and almost at the time of scattering, the originally completely dark face but at this time gradually dispersed, revealing a familiar and unfamiliar face.
"What?"
That tender and lovely face of a child was no other than the young monk who stayed with the old monk earlier!
"It's you?"
Han Qianqian was extremely shocked.
This black qi devil child, hidden is actually that innocent little monk?
Looking at that little face that had closed its eyes, like a dead person, even if Han Qianqian took his outer body as a devil child, but now knowing that he was really just a little monk on the inside, it was inevitable that his heart was filled with guilt.
Perhaps, he was just a child, but had to be turned into a killing machine by others in some evil way.
This reminded Han Qianqian of the scene when Han Nian was held hostage by the Fu family. If he didn't save Han Nian at that time, would she be trained by that bitch Fu Tian to become a killing machine by some special method in the future?
Han Qianqian did not rule out this possibility.
Throughout the ages, whether on Earth or in other worlds, children are the flowers of the future, but they can also become the tools of the unscrupulous.
Some places specialize in taking children to form the so-called Boy Scouts, destroying their childhood, brainwashing their outlook on life and making them loyal slaves and tools.
Children's naivety is easily cajoled and their loyalty is far more loyal than that of adults, so they ruthlessly and perversely brainwash them, and once they succeed, these children are abandoned to the point where they don't even know where to go.
"Pfft!"
Suddenly, just as Han Qianqian was moving, a black lance stabbed directly above Han Qianqian's chest with a soft sound amidst the black gas filling the air.
Blood, almost along Han Qianqian's chest heart position slowly flowing down, he reluctantly looked at the little monk in front of him at this time opened his eyes.
Pale face under the little monk, at this time, the eyes blood red, the corners of the mouth hooked a cold grim smile.
The next second, the black gas re-gathered his body, his face ......
"Death!"
A fierce flip of the lance in his hand.
Tight and a fierce pull!
Clap!
Han Qianqian's chest was instantly pounded out directly into a huge hole.
His speed was so fast, his precision was so high, and his force was so fierce that Han Qianqian could hardly feel any pain for a moment.
But he understood that he had been robbed of his heart by this guy with one blow!
"You!" Covering his chest, Han Qianqian looked angrily at the devil boy in front of him, his moment of kindness was rewarded with such a brutal and vicious revenge!
The devil boy smiled fiercely, his hand lance retracted, coldly!
Boom!
Without a heart, as strong as Han Qianqian, like a crumbling boulder, his entire body fell rapidly from mid-air downward.
"Bang!"
A huge muffled sound, Han Qianqian's entire body smashed heavily on the ground.
The scene, instantly quiet!
The next second, thunderous shouts!
"Buddha Child is invincible, Buddha Child is invincible!"
The so-called devil child words, but in the mouth of this group of monks at this time, just like the Buddha child.
Mountains and seas of shouting, so that at this time this child, like a god of war, enjoy the supreme glory!
The old monk laughed, thaumaturgically.
Behind him, a group of monks led by a middle-aged monk, more excited and jump!
Even Hei Yu, at this time, could not help but to let out a long breath, the heart mentioned in the throat can finally be put down.
Such a bloody battle, it is good that there is no danger of picking Han three thousand off the horse, and moreover a gun into the heart, clean.
"Master Meditation, now, you can rest assured." The old monk smiled faintly and looked at Hei Yu.
"Han Qianqian's heart has been picked out this time, and he won't even struggle a bit to die, now, some people should always shut up." The middle-aged monk naturally would not let go of this opportunity to mock Hei Yu.
Yes, the heart and the head are important parts of the human body, if there is no heart or head, even if a monk, it is often difficult to escape death.
Now this game, naturally, is already stable!
Thinking of this, Hei Yu is a smile, for these taunts also do not put in the eyes, after all, the big problem in addition to it is good, as for these flies screaming, but so on.
"The master is really worthy of the master, Hei Yu admire." Hei Yu softly and said.
The old monk was also modest, waved his hand and laughed: "It's just a matter of subduing one thing, what does it matter to a poor monk? A mere Han three thousand."
Despite these words, the old monk's expression was full of pride and complacency.
With a light wave of the flag in his hand, the demon boy in the air instantly flew down the valley and came to Han Qianqian's corpse.
At this time Han three thousand motionless, but the devil boy still a foot on the body of Han three thousand, a cold laugh.
Then, the lance in his hand moved, the tip of the lance Han Qianqian's heart was directly thrown out.
Reaching out, he grasped the falling heart in his hand, then, as soon as he put it directly into his mouth, arrogantly eating it raw while looking at Han Qianqian.
"Get up!"