The little sweet concubine of Emperor Zun's family

Chapter 1718 The Baptism of Blood

This kind of shock seemed to come from the soul, beating the minds of these people fiercely.

Can not be calm for a long time.

The elder felt that his throat was dry and he wanted to make a sound but seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

It's not that he hasn't seen bloody scenes before, but the scene in front of him makes him not know what to say.

It seemed that he could feel some blood mist pouring down at his feet.

The smell of blood is so strong and clear.

Chu Mo's eyes sank, he didn't expect, really didn't expect it to be like this.

If he knew, he would stop it. A person with such a strong personality should not die so early.

"Hiss, damn it!" Because these people were desperate and quickly blew themselves up.

Some of the people they couldn't escape in time were killed, some were seriously injured, in short, no one was intact.

It's really unlucky, if you don't want to die, be clean and tidy.

Now they, because the other party was injured and died, the friendship in the past has long since dissipated.

The only thing left is to feel spurned, resented, and blamed for hurting them who blew themselves up.

They forgot, however, that they were the ones who killed the killer regardless of their past friendship.

The blood mist is still floating, as if the anger of those who died has not dissipated.

Seeing these people and all of them blew themselves up, they also lost a lot of companions.

The middle-aged man who was watching made a decisive decision, "Withdraw!".

When the order came from afar, these people turned and left without hesitation.

The injured had no choice but to run for his life as he endured the pain of the wound.

Because they were injured, they had little chance of winning against Chu Mo and the others.

Moreover, their goal of coming this time has been completed, and there are no extra problems.

Looking at these people who left faster than they appeared, Chu Mo and the others had black lines on their heads.

The elder reacted and hurried to catch up.

When a person is killed, there must always be someone to question him.

"Wait, there's no need to chase, there's no need for that." Chu Mo looked at the man's back, his deep eyes couldn't see what he was thinking.

The elder froze for a moment and didn't chase after him. Is that okay? All the captives were silenced, even though they blew themselves up.

However, there is no basis for what they will explain when they go back.

The old man's face was pale, neither angry nor happy, extremely calm.

"Listen to him, let's go back."

Everyone frowned, and they really went back like this, not kidding.

"Elder, let's just listen to them, don't you find that there is one person who is okay?".

The elder looked at the man puzzled, who was fine.

Suddenly, a figure sounded in his mind, it was him, he was fine.

It turned out that arrangements had already been made, so there was nothing for him to worry about.

Then, they left here.

In this space, the blood mist lingered for a long time. For a long time, no monster dared to approach.

Not only the smell of blood here, but also because of the powerful killing intent.

Some spiritual energy began to separate from the blood mist, and slowly dissipated in the air, becoming invisible.

And these blood mist nights gradually became lighter and fell on the ground.

These shrubs, flowers and plants were all dyed red, and the flesh and blood of dozens of people printed this area into a sea of ​​red.

Perhaps, the baptism of a heavy rain will leave nothing behind.

However, this time their self-destruction, the baptism of blood is like a brand, deeply reflected in the hearts of those who came to intercept and kill.

They clearly remembered that middle-aged man's warning, people are doing it, and the sky is watching.

(End of this chapter)