Secret agent Xiao Mengfei

Chapter 203
"Feng Xunxue and I have known each other since we were young, and we grew up together in a quiet village with only a few hundred people." Fansha narrated in a cold voice, as if talking about someone else's business.

Mu Lingsha shook her head, "Afan, it turns out that you have another childhood sweetheart. Xiaolie will be sad if he finds out."

Fan Sha was speechless, he wanted to raise his hand to knock a chestnut on Mu Lingsha's small head, but he lost all strength in his body, and it seemed that it was extremely exhausting to move his fingers.

He could only continue to say: "The descendants of the Jiuli nationality no longer want to be involved in the disputes in the mainland, so they live in seclusion in a certain place, isolated from the world. But in the end, it still caused disaster."

"Ha, we are really embarrassing to our ancestors." Feng Xunxue suddenly smiled, and his voice was a bit desolate.

In addition to Yun Ruoli's death, the tragedy of the night of extermination was also his nightmare for many years.

Perhaps it is the seclusion of generations that has worn away the arrogance of the Jiuli people.

That night, monsters attacked in unusual numbers, except for the old and the weak, women and children, all the combat power of the Jiuli tribe went out to fight.

The Jiuli people who lived in the deep mountains have been accustomed to the attack of monsters. They are brave and good at fighting, and they will never lose in a frontal confrontation——

But I didn't expect that there was a conspiracy behind it.

The battle is nothing more than diverting the tiger away from the mountain. The real purpose of the enemy is to sneak into the village and sprinkle poisonous water in the only well in the village.

The people of the Jiuli tribe returned from defeating the army of monsters and beasts. According to the custom, they had to celebrate with great fanfare and held a celebration banquet.

Except for Fansha and Feng Xunxue who were imprisoned for fighting and making trouble, and the little witch Yun Ruoli who was bathing in Jingzhai, the whole village ate food mixed with poisonous well water.

Those with shallow cultivation would immediately vomit blood and die, while those with high cultivation could barely hold their breath.

At this time, the monsters made a comeback and attacked Jiuli Village——

Fansha and Feng Xunxue obediently stayed in the underground confinement room for one night, and when they returned to the village, they were greeted by mutilated dead bodies everywhere.

Overnight, they lost all their relatives and became two orphans.

The two spent more than ten days putting together the corpses of the entire village, digging hundreds of graves day and night until the shovel was covered with blood from the palms of their hands and buried the entire village.

No one survived, only the body of the little witch Yun Ruoli was not found.

From then on, there was no more carefree and peaceful days of fighting and fighting all day long, they could only wander the world alone.

Feng Xunxue wandered around the mainland, looking for Yun Ruoli's whereabouts, and Fan Sha killed countless people in order to vent his anger, and eventually became what people called "the god of death with blue eyes"...

"We found the toxin of the nine-death poisonous scorpion in the corpse and well water. Ordinary monsters will only follow their instincts and cannot carry out such a strategy. Someone must be behind the scenes. Now, I suspect that the enemy's goal is to possess ancient spiritual power The witch Yun Ruoli."

Fansha finished his narration lightly, and with Feng Xunxue's additions in between, Mu Lingsha finally learned that there was such a story behind the two seemingly incompatible men.

"Afan..."

Mu Lingsha also felt angry and aggrieved for what happened to them, and was about to say a few words of comfort, but was interrupted by Vatican.

"Don't comfort me, after so many years, I don't care anymore."

Mu Lingsha was at a loss for words.

No, Fansha didn't care at all.

Otherwise, he wouldn't turn into a god of death to relieve his inner grief by killing.

Nor would it be the case that raging anger would appear in his usually indifferent blue eyes when he brought up the revenge of the extermination of the clan.

(End of this chapter)