Chapter 486

It's night.

Chen xinglie, who was sitting on his knees in bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

At the same time, the door of the downstairs Inn suddenly closed. Then, the innkeeper, who was lying on the counter and was sleeping, woke up with a start, and then his body was separated in darkness.

Chen xinglie said in secret that someone had come. It seems that he must have come for him.

Originally, he found that the shopkeeper seemed to have guessed something, and then he started to kill the man after leaving here.

But did not expect, this person is doomed to live tonight.

"I hope it's not because of identity."

Chen xinglie secretly thought that if his identity was uncovered, his action would be declared a failure.

We can only think of another way.

Thinking like this, he appeared in the stairs of the inn like a ghost.

In front of him, there was a man with his back to him.

The man didn't find out at all that he wanted to find someone was right behind him.

Seeing the man's appearance, Chen xinglie felt relieved.

Because this man was the man who had recruited him when he was at the gate of the city. It seemed that he was from some kind of blood moon mercenary regiment.

In a short period of time, he figured out the reason. This person should have evil intentions after he was rejected by himself. Then he just learned that he was a member of the jindiao tribe, and it seemed that he was not an ordinary ethnic group.

Chen xinglie sighed.

"Still for money..."

All of a sudden, he felt a little sad about these lives.

These people are not from a very good background. There is no big tribe behind them. If they want to practice, they must have a lot of money.

As the saying goes, poor literature and rich martial arts are the same in barbarians and Terrans.

There are countless resources needed for the cultivation of martial arts.

Ordinary people can't afford it.

If Chen xinglie had no power and power, and was born in a humble family, would he be like the man in front of him?

I lived a desperate life all day, and every inch of skin on my hands was covered with blood.

……

Thinking of this, Chen xinglie shook his head.

Now is not the time to consider these, and even if it is for self-cultivation, you can brutally kill innocent people?

The more you look for a dirty solution, the more you look for a solution.

Chen xinglie asked himself that none of the people he had killed from Qingyun city to now is innocent.

The hundreds of Qingyang sect disciples who were stopped in the yard in Qingyun city on that day were because they got together to discuss how to deal with him.

The millions of demon blood vulture people who were killed in the demon blood vulture clan before was because song Changyi unexpectedly nearly killed him. If Gu Huo Meimei didn't fight to stop him, he might have told him there.

Besides, in the future, some people will surely die in the battle field between the two races. Chen xinglie asked himself that he had given them a chance, but those people didn't want to hold on to them, so he couldn't do anything about it.

I can't ask my grandfather to tell her not to participate in this war.

It's all done.

Although he asked himself that he was a devil, he did not mean killing innocent people indiscriminately. The devil was just happy with gratitude and hatred.

"Are you looking for me?"

Chen xinglie spoke faintly.

The man was so shocked that he didn't realize that there was a man standing behind him.

"No! Run away

He came here just for money. He saw that Chen xinglie was alone, and he was the son of the jindiao tribe. He must be rich, so he took the risk.

But look at this situation, what inner strength is there? He hides his strength!

But

He was doomed to die.

When he came to Chen xinglie's Inn, his ending was doomed.

"Poop Pooh.".

The sharp blade of the sword cut the man's throat.

Blood spatter.

Chen xinglie looked at him without expression, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

Let out a fire and burn the man clean. Chen xinglie goes downstairs.

At the moment, he was the only living man left in the inn.

And the shopkeeper lying on the ground who had already died.

This person has already been on the death list in Chen xinglie's heart, but this result is a few days ahead of schedule.

As before, Chen burned his body and sealed the door of the inn.

This is his private territory for the time being.

But for now, there is one more thing to solve.

The blood moon mercenary regiment.

Just now that man is a member of the blood moon mercenary regiment. He is not weak in cultivation. It seems that he should be the head or deputy head of the regiment.

To be on the safe side, Chen xinglie plans to wipe out all these people.Who knows if this person has told others about him.

It is necessary to guard against others.

Thinking of this, Chen xinglie's figure flashed and disappeared directly in the inn.

Now it's cloudy and raining heavily.

Even the high moon in the sky is blocked.

This weather is suitable for killing people.

Chen xinglie appeared in the air, no one could detect him. There was no moonlight at this time. There were only some restaurants and Fenghua places with lights on.

He fixed his eyes, locked in a direction, and then stepped out.

The next moment, he appeared outside a restaurant.

"A pot of wine, boss."

Chen xinglie arranges to go down, the shopkeeper leads Chen xinglie to a seat by the window.

Although the weather is bad, the restaurant is full of people.

These people were all members of the mercenary regiment, and there were also a small number of barbarian tribe soldiers.

There are not many barbarian rules. Even if the soldiers of the major tribes who come to frost city to fight, they will be free one day as long as there is no war.

It's not like the Terrans who are under the control of the army. It's not easy to send troops to camp, let alone drink in restaurants.

Chen xinglie glanced at these people and did not know how many people would die in his hands.

It's also interesting to sit in the same restaurant drinking with the ghost under the sword. It's so close to each other.

But even he didn't realize that he was more like a devil than before.

"My guest, here comes the wine."

The waiter brought a pot of warm wine.

Chen xinglie poured a small cup, just tasted it, he felt the incomparable pungency in his throat, but once the pungent feeling was over, it would be endless sweetness.

"Barbarian wine is really good."

Chen xinglie said to himself, some praise.

He has no habit of drinking, but he can judge the quality of wine.

"Ha ha, little brother, can I have a table with you

When Chen xinglie looked up, he found that he was a big man of barbarian nationality. He was about forty or fifty years old. His accomplishments were not bad, and he had his ancestral state of mind.

Looking at Chen xinglie's appearance, the big man seemed unwilling. His face suddenly pulled down, but Chen xinglie could see that this man was not malicious.

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