[Quick Transmigration] Various poses of being crushed

Urged by the little boy, Su Shan followed the paper crane to the competition field with a blank face, because he was a counterfeit, and he had no idea of ​​his weak fairy art.Su Shan, who was covered in distress and out of breath, set off against the little boy, and the little boy's expression of meanness became more obvious.

His self-esteem was hit, and he rushed to die again.Even if Su Shan knew that he would not really die if he died in this world, he still felt that it was better for him to run away.Because at least there is still a little hope for escaping, the feeling of dying is too painful, if you can escape, run away.

And just as Su Shan was hesitating whether to tell the little boy or not.The little boy behind him pushed to remind him, "It's here!"

Sammart Su: "!" So fast!

Just so fast!

The little boy seemed to see what Su Shan was thinking, and made up the knife again with a worried face, "Su Sam, you should not even think about running away, I forgot just now, our sect has a big town to protect mountains, if you abscond without permission, you will definitely Was caught. At that time, it will not be a simple death by five horses."

Sammart Su: "..."

The reality is so cruel, Su Shan doesn't want to say anything anymore.

"So you want to escape! Su Shan, don't worry, I can't touch you normally. I will be the first to kill you when the game starts." A sarcastic voice came, but the words in it were a bit unpleasant, Su Samarium turned around and saw that there was a dense fog, and he could vaguely see a huge open space paved with blue bricks. Hundreds of mighty disciples stood together, and Su Samarium and the others were at the edge of this open space. A man approached from far and near , Obviously, those words came out of his mouth.

"Li Xiao, you are a villain! You have already taken away Su Sam's fiancée, why do you want to kill him?" Before Su Sam had time to respond to the man's words, the little boy had already spoken angrily.

Su Samarium looked at the man's gradually revealed face in surprise. He was so handsome and harmless as if he was a boy next door.It turned out that he was the Li Xiao that the little boy said.Doesn't look like someone who would do that kind of thing.

Li Xiao approached gradually, looked at Su Shan with complicated eyes, turned around and walked away again indifferent to the little boy's anger.

Su Shan: "..." What on earth is he here for?

"Bad guys, bad guys!" The little boy punched and kicked Li Xiao's back, unable to hide his anger.

"Okay, okay." Su Shan stretched out his hand to comfort the little boy, and then asked the little boy some questions.After a while, an indifferent voice came from above. Su Samarium heard the sound and looked around, the fog gradually dissipated. At this time, Su Samarium discovered that there was a huge palace in front of the open space.At this time, a young man was standing above, holding a token, and began to announce the rules indifferently.

"A thousand men fight, and one man survives."

The six big characters were thrown down coldly. Seeing the unsurprising looks on the faces of the disciples around him, Su Shan couldn't help sighing in his heart. This Xianqing Pavilion is worthy of being the number one sect, and it can be sacrificed just to fight for an heir. What an outstanding disciple, generous, generous!

Su Sammart was not given too much time to think. As the man's voice fell, the originally inconspicuous blue bricks began to glow with dazzling light. At some point, they had already been spread. In a blink of an eye, Su Sammart It was found that the people around had disappeared, replaced by a series of dense forests.

Su Samarium looked into the distance, and found that the forest was quite big, covered with greenery, and it was impossible to see the end.Worried about his future food, Su Shan thought to himself, maybe no one found him, and then he won?

"Hey!" Su Shan's daydream was interrupted by a loud shout. He turned his head and looked blankly, only to see a middle-aged uncle in green shirt looking at him with horror, holding a long gun in his hand, stabbed at himself.

Huh?How did he decide that?

Su Samarium looked down at the middle-aged man's spear suspiciously, and was surprised to find that his spear would stop dying within half a foot of him.

It turns out that he has a magic weapon for protection!Su Samarium was pleasantly surprised, and decisively, he began to lower his head and search his whole body.

Eh?

After touching himself again, Su Shan began to be suspicious again.He didn't even have a hairpin on him, where did this magic weapon come from?Su Samarium raised his hand and scratched his head, and a yellow leaf fell leisurely from his body.The golden light above dazzled Su Shan's eyes, and he couldn't help blinking.He lowered his head to look at the leaf that fell to the ground leisurely, and then raised his head to look at the middle-aged man with the same blank expression.

There was a flash in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and in the next moment, the long spear suddenly struck Su Shan in front of him.

Just a little bit.The good dynamic vision of this body allows him to clearly see the scene where the spear is approaching. The original magic weapon for protection seems to be gone. The spear easily hits Su Sammart. But you can't hide, your body can't hide.

puff--

The middle-aged man hadn't stabbed Su Sammart yet, and with only a millimeter away, he actually, actually...he vomited blood and died!

He vomited blood and died! ! !

Su Shan stared blankly at the slightly convulsed corpse of the middle-aged man, your sister vomited blood and died!Is the immortal's body so weak?!

The corner of Su Sammart's mouth twitched, and he suspected that someone might have saved him secretly.However, the 36 plan is still the best policy.Su Samarium hurriedly bent down and picked up the seemingly extraordinary leaf.quickly fled the scene of the crime.

A gust of wind blew by, and the corpse on the ground gradually became cold.

In fact, there is no one who secretly helps.

In the lower realm, a dilapidated Guanyin Temple.

"Hey boy, do you want to eat this steamed bun?" The beggar uncle next to him looked at the young man huddled in the corner with sympathy, and kicked the rotten steamed bun in his hand to him with rare kindness.

The young man in the corner slightly raised his eyelids to look at the kind old beggar, his black pupils showed obvious indifference and disregard.

The old beggar was frozen by his eyes, and he was stunned for a while, looking at the young man who had closed his eyes again, he couldn't help feeling angry.Withdrawing his hand all of a sudden, he said unhappily, "Be kind as a donkey's liver. If you don't eat it, I don't want to give it to you."

The old beggar said, and took a bite of the steamed bun, deliberately eating it with relish.In my heart, I kept cursing myself for meddling in my own business.In fact, the old beggar has long been used to the warmth and coldness of people, and no one has suffered more than the people around him.Therefore, under normal circumstances, it is difficult for him to feel sympathy.But this young man in the corner is really too pitiful.

The old beggar didn't know what the boy's name was. He only knew that he used to be a little son. He didn't know what caused him to live here. Every day, the boy was beaten at least three times, insulted eight times, and even his food was poured out. It was trampled hard on the ground.In contrast, these beggars who just don't have enough to eat and don't wear warm clothes are really much happier.

It's just that the old beggar still has a doubt, why?The boy never ran away or resisted every time, allowing others to beat him severely.If it weren't for the sober eyes of the young man, the old beggar would already be stupid.

"Hey—is Chu Yue ready to be beaten up by us today?" Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, the old beggar was just thinking.The group of people who beat the boy had already arrived.

"Hey, Brother Qian, every time he spanks this kid, he doesn't fart. I don't get tired of him anymore. I don't even bother to spank."

The man named Brother Qian stared at him, and immediately became dissatisfied, "What! You don't want to fight anymore."

The man immediately apologized, "How can it be. Brother Qian, I just want to say let's do it differently."

Brother Qian thought, "What trick?"

The man chuckled, "I heard that this kid looks pretty...hehe..."

Brother Qian suddenly realized, waved his hand, and laughed, "Okay, let's change the pattern."

As soon as Brother Qian said this, the group of his lowly younger brothers were immediately relieved, and the old beggars who had already grown far away started muttering, really getting more and more out of conscience.

And the young man who showed no sign of the beating slowly opened his eyes, looking coldly at those who beat him in the past.

After half an hour.

The blood soaked the ground, the boy stood upright, his expression was indifferent, and the long sword in his hand was still dripping with blood.The ground was full of horrible dead bodies.

The old beggar shrank back timidly, his eyes full of fear, he looked at the young man standing among the corpses in horror, with some disbelief in his peripheral vision.

What just happened?

The young man who had been beaten up all this time killed all these people effortlessly. His movements were crisp and neat, and he seemed to be someone who often kills people.

But why?Why would he have been silently enduring their beatings?

In the backlight, the old beggar watched the boy walk away silently, and the question in his heart seemed to never get an answer.