"Go on, he has no strength anymore, go on!"

"kill!"

Under the Great Wall, the majestic city wall became a dagger that would surely die, and was directly inserted into his heart.

Hundreds of Japanese were besieging a man. No, to be precise, it should be a boy. The Japanese roared but no one dared to move. There were quite a few boys in the middle of the crowd who were only seventeen or eighteen years old. His eyes were a little blue, and he would be immersed in if he was not careful. His messy hair and handsome face were like a prince.

Xiaoyao smiled weakly, looking at the Japanese who were reluctant to step forward.

"Ha, I want to kill me, but I don't have the courage to think about it. Even God dares not take my life!"

Xiaoyao took up the ancient sword and started killing again, killing the Japanese people backed down. Xiaoyao coughed and bleeding violently, thinking that he would explain this time.

The Japanese people stopped killing Xiaoyao and thought that Xiaoyao was at the end of their power.

"Go ahead, he can't do it anymore, kill!" Chong launched an attack.

Xiaoyao looked at the Great Wall behind him, the blood-stained Great Wall, so dazzling at this moment. Looking at the corpses of his companions around him, the smile gradually disappeared in his memory. He knew that they had sacrificed for the country and were left alone.

He laughed wildly, and shed tears. The Japanese were shocked by his appearance. But he still attacked, Xiaoyao drew his sword to fight back, the sword energy soaring into the sky mixed with murderous intent, and impacted the soul, like the devil in hell.

"Haha, the Japanese, I didn't expect that your conspiracy would be broken by me! Haha!"

"Sword scare, don't be proud. Although our empire has failed, your Chinese sharp swords have been wiped out. Without you, can you still be unable to protect yourself?" said a middle-aged man in the Japanese crowd.

"I don't know if I can't protect myself. It's just that China's strength is not something you small countries can guess, but how many emperor guards in your empire are left! Ah! Haha!"

"Stop talking nonsense, just struggle to death!"

"kill!"

The attacks again and again, the massacres of Xiaoyao are nothing more than a sword to seal the throat.

Gradually, Xiaoyao felt dizzy in his head, as if he was sleeping, but the Japanese had not finished killing them yet, so I couldn't fall down yet.

"Ah, hehe, can't you go back? It seems that's right, for the sake of the country, the people, brothers, and myself, this life is worth it!"

"Drink!" With a light shout, Xiaoyao's breath rose to its peak. Xiaoyao used the forbidden technique to restore the breath, and the only price was life.

"kill!"

It's like the evil ghosts in hell harvesting life,

"How is it possible?" Life is constantly being harvested, and even the Japanese who are used to seeing life and death will inevitably change their color.

"Come on! Stop until death!"

The sword energy continued to wash away, and the dead bodies pushed up two hills.

Finally, Xiaoyao stopped, shook his body backwards, lifted his sword and inserted it on the ground, making a sound, awakening the Japanese who were trapped in fear. I don’t know how many people he killed, one hundred, two hundred, five hundred...

It took a long time for the remaining dozens of Japanese to raise their courage and slowly walk over, but saw the sarcasm of Xiaoyao's mouth and the high-explosive grenade on the hilt of the sword.

My surname is Li and my name is Xiaoyao. Maybe my name is not auspicious. Li Xiaoyao, so I was born without parents. Xiaoyao. Fortunately, an old man picked me up, otherwise I might have really been Xiaoyao. But the old man threw me in a place, Huaxia's sharp knife, the guardian of Huaxia. There I learned to kill people at the age of five. Maybe I had a demon in my heart, but I didn't feel guilty when I first killed someone, even if it was a dead criminal.

It's hard to imagine, isn't it? Haha. But I don't hate him. Old man, he gave me life and something called hope.

Then we started various tasks, and as I gradually became stronger, it became more and more difficult for us to meet until he left.

Even though he left, I did not see him for the last time. Only a letter and a monument were left, with a sentence engraved on it.

The letter read, "Boy, I can't go back this time. I know that you may hate me, but I never regret what I have done, I don't regret picking up you, I don't regret bringing you to the Chinese sharp knife. I hope you can become a real sharp knife, the guardian sharp knife of China. Finally, my name is Li Zhancheng! The God of War in China! Haha!"

Oh, are you very proud? It's right?

And this time, we received information that Japan joined forces with other countries to launch a war against China, and an elite team sneaked into the Great Wall. We went to annihilate, but we encountered a joint attack from eight countries. We collapsed their attacks, but the Chinese sharp sword was wiped out, leaving me. I was the only one left. I was the only one who fought to the death with the Emperor of Japan, and then rushed to the underworld with them. Want to know what the sentence was on the tombstone?

"Why do you say you are not clothes, you are with me! Haha!"

"boom!"

In the rising dust, Li Xiaoyao's figure disappeared, leaving only corpses and a push of minced meat.

When China's support arrived, everyone was shocked.

"salute!"

"brush!"

The majestic voice echoed in the Great Wall, but unfortunately they couldn't hear it. They took the ancient sword that was inserted upside down and set up a tomb for him, but there was no funeral, and there was a sentence engraved on the tomb.

How could I say I have no clothes, and I am with my son!

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The dark space, and our protagonist Li Xiaoyao was lying quietly there. However, above Xiaoyao, a man holding a sword in his left hand and a wine pot in his right hand was looking at Xiaoyao. Uh, it should be precise that a fox fairy should be said to be, smiling at Xiaoyao.

Suddenly, the fox fairy took his wine pot and poured the wine for Xiaoyao.

"What a pity." The man's voice sounded nice and melted everyone inside.

Xiaoyao's body has undergone earth-shaking changes under the irrigation of this wine. The scars and even the secret wounds of four or five years have been healed. Xiaoyao's already handsome appearance has become more agile.

"Ha, it's not bad." The man seemed to be satisfied with his creation and took another sip of wine.

As the days pass by day, the man will wash Xiaoyao's body with wine every day. Although he doesn't know whether he has time in this dark space, the time is long. Every time the man will be stunned at Xiaoyao. If Xiaoyao is not unconscious, he will probably regard him as a gay man.

However, it was time to wash it off again. After washing it with wine, the man took a sip of wine and did not leave. Instead, he seemed to wait for something. Looking at the distant starry sky in the distance, he fell into the long river of memories.

At this time, Xiaoyao, who had not moved, suddenly moved his fingers.

"Uh." A soft voice called back the thoughts of the fox fairy.

"I finally woke up, hum!"

To be continued.
Chapter completed!