C438 Anger
C438 Anger
As the Branch Lord of the outskirts of the Wuyang City, Wang Zifeng was usually like the wind and rain, who would dare to go against him, and the few women under his command would fall prey to him.
Wang Feng was furious, but he dared not to say anything. All he could do was vent his anger on Ye Haokong. That luxurious woman also had the same thought, but she didn't want to let that little demoness gain the upper hand.
"Grandfather, I'm not afraid. Xiao Yue will be very strong, grandpa …"
Little Ye yue's face was covered in tears, but she did her best to not let herself cry out. She struggled, but it was impossible for her to escape the clutches of women. Looking at her grandfather covered in blood, she hated these bad guys to the core.
"Ah!"
Ye Haokong let out an extremely angry howl and wanted to raise his head to look at Little Ye yue, but his face had already been stepped on by Prince Feng and he couldn't move it at all.
"You bunch of animals, you betrayed your faith, Punishment Lord will definitely not let you off …"
Bang!
Another kick landed hard on his ribs, and immediately, a cracking sound could be heard.
Prince Feng laughed sinisterly, "Punishment Lord? Haha, I heard that Punishment Lord has disappeared for many years. Don't even dream about it. Furthermore, even in the world of people, how can you care about a small fry like us? "
"Sooner or later, Punishment God will be our world. Unfortunately, you will never see that day come."
Following that, a series of crackling and rattling sounds of torture followed. Ye Haokong laid on the ground motionlessly, unconscious.
"You're all bad people, let go of my grandpa …"
Somehow, Little Ye yue managed to struggle free from the noble woman's grasp. Running forward, she wiped away her tears as she ran, "Grandpa, wake up, you don't need Xiao Yue Yue. Yue Yue is no longer mischievous, you don't need to watch the fireworks anymore …"
The woman was furious. She took two steps forward and grabbed her back, fiercely saying, "Little guy, shut up. It can't be seen that you're quite sensible."
"Bad women, you're all bad people, let go of my grandfather …"
She struggled as she shouted. Her young and tender throat even became hoarse. Even though she was crying, she never cried. Ever since she started to understand, her grandfather had always told her that Xiao Yue must become strong …
But in the end, she was still just a seven or eight year old child.
"Shut up!"
The woman ruthlessly grabbed onto her delicate arm, ruthlessly scaring it away. Seeing that she was still shouting without a care in the world, she finally couldn't endure it any longer and threw a slap over.
A crisp "pa" sound rang out and the slap was extremely loud. She was stunned by the slap and the yelling stopped because of it. A bright red handprint started to appear on her face.
It was getting deeper and deeper, dark red like blood.
Crack.
Another slap in the face. The woman stared at her in disgust and said fiercely, "I'm shouting, I'll cut off your tongue."
Little Ye yue's face was burning in pain, but she still held back her tears and refused to let them fall.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard coming from outside. Everyone looked over and saw a person appear in front of them.
An unfamiliar young man.
"Who are you!"
Seven or eight people in the hall stood up at the same time and stared at the young man.
Wang Feng's expression was gloomy, but his heart was very puzzled, how did this young man appear here, where are the people outside? Why was there no notification and no warning?
Although he was also an outer sect disciple of the Punishment God, he understood a lot more than others, and knew that there were many mysterious existences in this world.
He didn't let down his guard because of his age and looks. On the contrary, this young man's calmness was beyond his expectations. He even had a bad feeling about it.
The young man did not reply, but stood quietly on the ground. There was no emotion on his indifferent face, nor were there any fluctuations in his eyes.
He slowly walked towards Ye Haokong, who had fainted on the ground.
"How dare he barge into my Wang family at night, cripple him!"
Noticing that Zhang Yang was indifferent, Wang Chao shouted as a person rushed over.
The wind from his fist was like an aura, full of vigor and vigor.
When his fist was already close to his opponent's head, and he could even feel the warmth of his opponent's skin, Zhang Yang finally raised his head. His originally indifferent eyes suddenly widened, and his deep eyes were no longer calm.
In that instant.
His figure flashed a few times like a ghost, and the blade in his hand cut horizontally like a heavenly blade.
Ka-cha! *
"Ah!"
An ear-piercing bone cracking sound could be heard. In the midst of the scream, the person was sent flying five meters back before he crashed into the wall with a bang.
Immediately after, all the bones in his body seemed to shatter, collapsing to the ground along the wall. His body twitched a few times, but did not move at all.
As everyone present saw this, their expressions became solemn. It had to be said that the one who had acted just now was at least ranked in the top three, yet he had been instantly killed.
They didn't even see the young man's actions clearly. Looking at the reckless person on the ground, Wang Yanfeng's expression became even more serious.
Years of being cautious made him guess that this youth was definitely not ordinary, but he didn't expect this person to have such terrifying combat strength at such a young age.
"Just who are you!?" What are you doing in my Wang family! " Although he was surprised, he was not too worried. After all, Lord Hei Yansi was still upstairs.
"Speak!"
"Big brother, please save grandpa, okay …" "Take Yueyue away from here and Yueyue will never be naughty again …"
Seeing Zhang Yang, Little Ye yue felt like she was looking at a family member. She finally couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into tears. It was a pitiful scene. She wiped away her tears and said, "Don't cry, Yue Yue won't cry. Be strong!"
Zhang Yang's indifferent expression finally eased up a little. He turned around and looked at Little Ye yue. With a smile, he said, "I will bring Little Ye yue Li with me …"
His voice suddenly stopped, his gaze instantly became gloomy, then two streaks of blood flashed out. His originally calm and gentle expression disappeared, and the corners of his lips rose higher and higher, causing the muscles on his face to change, appearing extremely evil.
She stared fixedly at Little Ye yue's face … The clear five-fingered handprint, the ten blood-red handprints, and the fact that blood was flowing out from them, his delicate face was full of cuts.
This scene coincided with the scene from the memory in the scene. Zhang Yang's eyes immediately widened.
It was also because of this that he left his contact details with Ye Haokong to help Little Ye yue when he found out she had been left with an imprint.
This was also the process of Zhang Yang's self-awareness.
Whether it was teasing Han Guoer, bickering with Su Ling, or occasionally teaching his disciples when he had nothing better to do, all of this was a constant reminder to him.
He was still a person, not a god. He had the feelings of a person, the warmth of a person, and the seven emotions and six desires. He had all the characteristics that belonged to a human.
Think about it, after experiencing forty-nine times of 'Order Trial,' he would only be awake for ten years. Since then, what kind of character will he have created.
Therefore, every time he woke up, he would think of a way to release the Evil Qi that he had been accumulating for many years.
It was very difficult for him to encounter something, or perhaps he was able to touch his soul until he met Little Ye yue. That was why Zhang Yang would go to Snack Bar every day, and even tirelessly teased Little Ye yue to be happy.
This made him feel that he was truly someone who had feelings.
It was hard for him to imagine that someone as cold and merciless as himself would be moved by Little Ye yue, but what kind of person would be willing to slap a child on the cheek?
How could he not be angry!
The next moment, the entire hall seemed to have teleported and flashed a few times. When it stopped, Zhang Yang was holding Little Ye yue in his arms.
He reached out his hand and slowly stroked his face, as a faint light flickered in his palm. Quickly, he cleared up the remaining pain from Little Ye yue. Then, he raised his head and looked at everyone in the hall, inquiring word by word.
"Who hit you!"
His voice was clearly very low, but when it entered his ears, it sounded like the devil's voice. It seemed more like the roar of an enraged and desperate wild beast, sinister to the extreme.
No, it was not a wild beast, but a devil. It was as if a devil was slowly awakening within his body, a horrifying low howl, as if it wanted to devour a person.
The entire hall became colder and colder along with his voice, as if he had fallen into a freezing hell in an instant. Layers of ripples appeared in the air, enveloping the entire hall in an instant.
All of this took place in an instant, even though it took a long time to describe.
The eight people in the hall were all incomparably shocked, but what made them even more shocked was that they couldn't move their bodies at all. They wanted to open their mouths, but no sound came out.
How could this be?
This was a question that everyone's hearts were filled with extreme fear.
Especially the luxurious woman; her complexion was deathly pale, her neck felt as if someone had mercilessly grabbed onto it, and she was completely unable to breathe. Her body was also twisted and trembled in an unprecedented sense of fear.
Zhang Yang slowly turned his gaze towards her, making the luxurious woman feel as if a demon was holding her neck with a sharp knife. Her entire body was stiff and unable to move at all.
"Yes …" "You …"
The luxurious woman's pupils contracted violently, then contracted again. Her heart beat so violently that it seemed as if it would jump out of her chest.
She really wanted to say, "It's not me, it's not me …" But her throat, which seemed to have been firmly gripped by a giant invisible hand, could no longer make a sound. The sound of dripping water came from beneath her … Facing Zhang Yang's gaze, he was scared out of his mind.
"Big brother …"
Suddenly, a gentle voice rang out and the atmosphere in the hall trembled. Facing Little Ye yue, who was a little afraid of him but was trying hard not to be afraid of him, Zhang Yang's Evil Qi finally calmed down.
"Little Ye yue, get a good night's sleep. When you wake up, you'll be able to see your grandfather. This is just a dream …"
Zhang Yang said gently. His voice had a peculiar rhythm to it as he gently caressed the back of Little Ye yue's head. It was only when she gently closed her eyes and laid down on top of him that Zhang Yang continued to look at the luxurious woman.
This situation had already exceeded everyone's expectations. As a Mutant who had been implanted with a seed, even if she wanted to burn the seed, she couldn't do so. She could only watch as Zhang Yang walked towards the luxurious woman step by step.
Pow!
The slap was fast and ruthless. It was like a shovel striking the woman's face. In an instant, a five-fingered mark appeared, quickly spreading and swelling.
She wanted to scream, but she couldn't utter a word.
She wanted to fall to the ground, but her legs seemed to be connected to the ground, making her unable to move.
She was horrified to find that besides the fact that her brain could move left and right, her entire body seemed to have turned into a stiff log. However, the pain hadn't disappeared, and it was even exceptionally acute.
Pow!
Another heavy slap landed on her face. The burning pain seemed to have been magnified countless times, and her head seemed to have cracked.