Those years, those jokes, those scum

"Hahahaha, now I wonder what else you can use to fight this god!"

Xio looked up at the black hole in the sky, his previous angry expression gone. His handsome face was now filled with arrogance and pride.

Compared to him, Ye Sixian on the side was not in such a good mood.

He looked at his hands, which were glowing slightly. Looking closely, he saw that it was not light, but extremely tiny gray-white squares.

Xiao was even happier when she noticed this change.

He had said that how could the Lord God bestow noble divine power upon a lowly human? He was merely using him as an opportunity to manifest into this world.

“They can’t, but I can!”

A gentle voice broke the silence. Qin Wanxin took a big step and stood in front of Qin Shuangjiang and the others.

"Hmph, you're looking for death." Xio was about to raise his hand, but Ye Sixian's demon-locking nail was faster and hit him directly in the face. Then he slid in front of Xio and started fighting.

"I said, anyone who dares to hurt Xin'er must die."

"What's wrong with you? They are our enemies." Xio wanted to escape, but her arm was held tightly by Ye Sixian and she couldn't get away.

A long sword appeared in his hand, and just as he was about to stab, a purple figure suddenly flashed in his sight.

The sharp blade pierced into Ye Sixian's waist smoothly, so fast that people could not feel the pain for a moment.

This was something Ye Sixian had never expected. While he was fighting with Xio, Qin Wanxin appeared silently behind him like a ghost and stabbed him without mercy.

"Xin'er, why..." The man who was always calm and composed now looked like a lonely and injured cub, his eyes full of pleading and confusion.

Were all the love and companionship over the years fake?

"Ye Sixian, you should never, ever, touch our people." Qin Wanxin's eyes were red and tears were about to burst out at any time. She held back her tears and turned the knife in her hand.

"Hiss~ That's so cruel."

"It hurts to look at it."

"I finally understand why she was chosen as the 'Saint' of our tribe despite being so pretentious." Lingzhi widened her eyes and kept muttering.

Leng Nuan touched her smooth chin, her bright eyes full of curiosity and surprise. She really hadn't thought of this move.

The tools of this world actually have their own thoughts and beliefs. Qin Wanxin, who was originally thought to be a love-brained and saintly person, actually chose her own people in the end.

Even Xio was shocked by the scene. He first glanced at the stabbed Ye Sixian, whose expression was filled with sadness, without a trace of anger.

He turned his head and looked at Qin Wanxin who was holding the sword. His eyes were full of heartache, but there was no hesitation in his actions.

Is this right? For the first time, Xio began to think a little bit about right and wrong, both for herself and for the world.

"Xin'er," Ye Sixian took a deep breath and said with concern. "You want my life, I can give it to you. But not now. If I fall, no one can..."

Before he could finish his words, Xiao raised his sword and stabbed. Qin Wanxin instinctively dodged, but was still a beat too slow and was stabbed in the arm.

At the same time, Ye Sixian pulled out the hidden blade on his arm and stabbed it directly into Xio's body.

Leng Nuan watched the three people slaughtering each other not far away. She stabbed him, he chopped her, he stabbed him, and couldn't help but complain in her heart: What's going on? If you don't know, you might think it's a love-hate love triangle!

"Good, very good!" Xio looked down at the red blood on his abdomen. There was a kind of calm madness under his golden eyes.

"Since you all don't want to live anymore, then go to hell!" He spread his wings, creating a whistling wind. He soared into the air, and with the rapid flapping of his eight wings, a tornado formed in the yard, lifting the floor of the house into the air.

"Pah, pah, pah. Where does this strong wind come from?" Pinghai sat up from the ground, spit out the sand and dust in his mouth, and half-closed his eyes, trying to see the surrounding situation clearly.

"Oh my god! It's a ghost!" Pinghai was frightened by the screaming beside him before he could figure out what was going on!

He slapped him hard in the face, cursing: "What the hell! You're a grown man, what are you yelling about? You're a demon hunter!"

"No, Captain, you're not dead, are you? No, I'm dead too, aren't I?" The thin-faced young man pointed first at Pinghai, then at himself. Could it be that they were all ghosts now? Were they in the underworld?

Oh, right, am I not dead? Pinghai heard this and then remembered that he and his brothers were killed by that strange and terrifying man.

So this is what it feels like to be a ghost. It seems no different from being human, right? Thinking back to my life as a demon hunter, I've slain many demons and ghosts. Now that I'm a ghost myself, this feeling is truly strange.

Pinghai stood up from the ground, sighing, and pinching his arms and neck. The more he examined, the more he felt something was wrong.

No, this isn't the underworld, this is the fox demon clan...

"Oh my god, what happened to our brothers?" Amo, a young team member next to him, suddenly jumped up from the ground and grabbed Pinghai's body with his hands and feet.

Pinghai pushed the person away. He looked at the figures lying in a pile in disbelief. Tears blurred his eyes. In his eyes, one black shadow after another stood up.

"I don't need your protection." Qin Wanxin dodged the hand that wanted to grab her, took a few steps back, and kept a distance of three or five steps from Ye Sixian.

"Xin'er, don't be so willful at this moment. You're almost there, and from now on, no one will be able to threaten your life..."

"Wishful thinking." Xio, who was floating in the air, transformed a golden longbow into something in his hand. There were five or six sharp arrows on the fully drawn string, aiming at the six people on the ground.

Leng Nuan held the hilt of the sword and flashed in front of Qin Shuangjiang, slightly leaning forward, ready to draw his sword to meet the enemy at any time.

Lingzhi, whose spiritual power was now weakened and she could only maintain her human form, was truly powerless. She looked around and quickly hid behind a large tree. She didn't want to be used as a shield by Qin Shuangjiang, a woman who forgot her loyalty for the sake of beauty.

"Leng Nuan, you..." Qin Shuangjiang originally wanted to protect the person behind her. After all, she still possessed more spiritual power than Leng Nuan, whose spiritual roots had long been destroyed. But just as she was about to switch, she remembered that if she blocked it, she would really hurt Leng Nuan.

Her hesitation caused the arrow in the air to break free from the bowstring and fly straight towards them.

As Leng Nuan drew her sword, a tall figure stood between her and Qin Shuangjiang.

It wasn't a shot that knocked away the arrows, nor was it a great shift of the universe. Instead, it was a solid iron wall that blocked the attack.

“…” Leng Nuan looked up at the figure about two meters tall in front of her and couldn’t help but be stunned.

Tall and burly body,

The tendon meat that bursts through the dress

A beautiful face that makes me feel pity for it.

What a beautiful Barbie!!!

Is this the right style?!