Blood Race Little Milk Bag: I became a group pet by punching in

Chapter 184 Killing

Xiaotuanzi gently stroked the latest scratch on the tree, feeling something was wrong.

She tried to draw marks on the tree with a sharp stone, comparing the two.

The traces that were originally drawn by people seem to be a little worn out.

In other words, the owner of the scratches seems to have not returned for a long time, so the marks look old.

A feeling of uneasiness suddenly rose in my heart, which was inexplicably strange.

……

The teenager who was imprisoned in the basement finally made his own choice.

Blind cowardice and tolerance will only make people bully even more lawlessly.

He took out an exquisite small bottle from nowhere, opened the mouth of the bottle, and drank it down.

Bloody mist radiated from his body, covering Bai Xiaochen's whole body.

From time to time, there was a muffled groan, perhaps because he was numb to the pain, so he didn't cry out.

The bones were being reshaped under the action of a certain force, making a crisp sound of rattling.

The bloody mist gradually dissipated and merged.

Bai Xiaoshen has also completed his transformation from a teenager to a young man.

There was a scarlet light in his eyes.

The iron chains around him instantly shattered into pieces, and the thin iron bars stopped the man who had lost his mind at all.

Bai Xiaochen walked out slowly and leisurely, like the owner here, wandering around like a leisurely stroll.

Many breaths are mixed together, chaotic and dirty.

Perhaps there was too much movement, and the Clayolaura family had already discovered the man.

One by one, their necks were twisted, or they were crushed into flesh by some kind of force.

Flowers of blood bloom in this land.

Red soaks the surface of the land, as if it were originally this bright color.

Time passed until dusk and evening, and the huge Clairola family was completely killed.

Bai Xiao's stern face was stained with blood, his expression was frighteningly indifferent, and his eyes revealed a bit of depth and madness.

He wandered aimlessly through every part of the Claraura family.

It seems to be walking, but it is actually checking whether there are still people alive.

In the end, Bai Xiao stopped under the ginkgo tree that covered the sky and the sun. He leaned against the tree, and his body was still stained with other people's blood.

The heart full of killing makes the world lose all its color.

Looking at those slender and fair palms with clear bones, the blood color is so glaring.

There is no turning back forever.

Bai Xiaochen didn't regret it, as the price and side effect of gaining great power,
He is willing to bear guilt and suffering, no matter what mistakes he makes.

End the source of suffering, and the pain will be less painful.

Although I don't know why, I still can't feel happy.

But no one can bully me anymore.

'Yes, no one can bully you anymore, I will fulfill all your wishes for you. '

A strange and unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

Bai Xiaochen's expression was indifferent, and he didn't seem to be surprised at all.

'You should have noticed, that thing seems to appear a little abruptly. '

"I know, it's good to be able to use it. If you dare to use it, you have to pay the corresponding price."

The man whispered softly, and slowly spread out his palm, a golden ginkgo leaf fell into his palm.

The golden color was so dazzling, it was like Claraura Utten's hair.

The two seem to be the same, but the latter is always just a superficial appearance, leaving aside the deep heart, which is so filthy that even detergent can't wash it off.

Who is more shady and unscrupulous than whom?

'You've also grown a lot over the years, or the use of Clara Utton was in your plan from the very beginning. '

Bai Xiaochen said nothing, and moved his position, trying to keep his back close to the tree, as if it would be more comfortable.

The remnants of the golden-orange slanting sun are speckled by the reflection of the leaves.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was tired and tired from the constant killing.

Clay Laura Udon?

Thanks to that 'cute' brother.

The power of the Clayolaura family is deeply rooted, and the head of the family wants to support an heir to lead the family to glory.

On the surface it is said to be so great, but in fact no one of the older generation is willing to delegate power.

So it's no surprise that Claraura Utton is a puppet.

Whether it was his father, mother or uncle, no one actually supported him at all.

Bai Xiaoshen's good brother always likes to get close to him, trying to influence him through blood relationship and false love.

Oh, what a ridiculous thing.

Can't even give sincerity, and expect others to be sincere?
But it was also because of this that he knew how hypocritical this guy was.

Under the beautiful and exquisite western appearance, there is an uncontrollable ambition hidden.

With the pride of Clare Laura Utton, he would not allow himself to become a puppet, so he must remove all obstacles.

Of course, such cruel methods cannot be shown.

After all, he has always shown only a positive image.

Bai Xiaochen has undoubtedly become the opponent's best knife.

It just so happened that no one could get what he wanted, so Claraura Utten had to deliver it to him personally.

Oh, and I have to pretend like I don't know anything.

It's so easy.

There is darkness and despicability in Bai Xiao's bones, and he never denies it.

Just use each other.

Claraura Utten's original plan was to kill some of the die-hard Clayolauras, as well as some of the lesser ones.

The rest of the mess waited until the other party came forward to clean up.

It's a pity that I missed a step.

Bai Xiaochen would never let go of any opportunity to retaliate against the enemy.

If you want to kill, kill it completely.

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

Although one Claraura Utton ran away, wouldn't it be enough that the huge Claraura family was already on the verge of extinction?

His head seemed to be twisted by a blade, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't make a sound.

While the cool wind dispelled the heat, it brought a strong smell of blood.

Somewhere in the distant forest, there is a little shadow hiding in the shadows.

Claraura Utton looked at the Clayolaura family's clan with a normal expression, and the strong smell of blood far exceeded expectations.

He knew his plan had crumbled.

And underestimated the brother who 'bears the burden of humiliation'.

This time it was my own mistake.

There is no next time.

Clarola Utton clenched her fists, admonishing herself secretly, with a bit of anger and darkness in her eyes.

He has never suffered a disadvantage since he was a child, and this is the first time he has tasted what failure is like.

He was very dissatisfied.

That guy is just a bastard who eats and sleeps in the open, so why can he compare to me.

I have been trained by my family since I was a child, and I have seen many dark things.

Logically speaking, knowledge, appearance, and status should far surpass the other party.

The current situation is far beyond expectations.

Pride would not allow Clara Utton to bow her head.

(End of this chapter)