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In the wind filled building momentum, this person actually only noticed the black robed man's high collar, let the little girl suddenly a Leng, holding the stomach to laugh, tears are overflowing the corner of her eyes, let her have to raise her hand to wipe.

"You're so funny." She narrowed her eyes and looked at each other with great satisfaction. "It's OK to stroll in this wasteland. In the face of our blood demon sect, we also play with the attitude of flowers."

The little girl raised her hand and clapped her palms gently - it was like a signal that more than a dozen people in black robe were wrong, showing the unconscious behind her.

The middle and small of them look like they are only five or six years old, while the older ones are already in their teens. But they are young and most of them are minors. They lie on the ground and don't move. Many of them are still covered with blood, and the ups and downs of their chests are gone.

"I thought that you must be a good man for killing so many bandits and robbers all the way." The little girl's voice was clear, even with a smile in her voice, "then I'll let you guess which of these ten people are alive. If you guess wrong, I'll cut off one person's head."

"And you find that I'm not a good person." Lin Hao's face didn't change. He hugged his arm and looked at each other with great interest. "Then why did you drag these people out to see me again?"

"I'm ready. I can't drag it back. Isn't that humiliating in front of my men?" The little girl, learning from him, hugged her arm and pouted helplessly. "Besides, even if you're a bad guy, there's no way to play."

It's a matter of life and death, but her tone is coquettish, and her face is the purest. The expression of children's play is just that she is really worried about how to design a game with human life and force players to make a choice.

"You see, since you are a bad man, killing is nothing to you."

The little girl stretched out her finger, counted the number of people on both sides in a low voice, and then said, "I have 13 men, enough to chop you to pieces. If you don't want to die, you can chop off the heads of 13 little kids in 13 seconds. What do you think?"

She tilted her head, her eyes were still fixed on Lin Hao's eyes, expecting to capture other emotions from the face of the young man in white.

Crying, fear, begging for mercy, these she is tired of, do not want to see, at the moment of her, just want to see a person in constant struggle after the destruction of faith, the world seems to collapse of despair.

Thirteen black robed people stood on both sides of the street in silence, and the ground was sleepy children.

The wind and sand rose between them and gently swept Lin Hao's side, bringing the heavy pressure of the thirteen people, as well as the overwhelming murderous spirit and thirteen burning eyes, as if to burn thirteen holes in his body.

The boy in white raised his arm and touched his chin. The relaxed smile on his face also converged and turned into a bone chilling indifference.

In the little girl's excited eyes, he finally opened his mouth, very insipid put down a sentence: "what kind of thing are you?"

"What?" Each other a Leng, smile all rigidly on the face, "what do you say?"

"Why, you are not only a fool, but also deaf?" Lin Hao's cold way back, the corner of his mouth again raised a smile, but this time is extremely ironic smile, "then I'll repeat it."

"What are you, I ask you?"