Just as he was scratching his head in confusion, he felt a chill in his lower back, followed by a burst of pain. He cried out in pain, turned his head back, and saw a distorted face. The other party had a sword-shaped iron bar in his hand that pierced deep into his body. He was exhausted, the steel knife slipped out of his hand, and he fell on his back. Blood flowed out of his body, slowly turning the yellow sand under him into a large pool of red. "Get out of here!" The attacker cursed with a sinister smile, spitting, pulling out the iron bar, rubbing it on the corpse, and then went to look for the next target. Han Xiaohan had walked a distance away, but he could clearly sense what was happening behind him. He shook his head secretly and sighed softly. Once a person loses his humanity, he will be ten or a hundred times more terrifying than a demon. He has a deep understanding of this. Until now, he can't believe that he killed so many people in Pangu Building. Thinking back, he can't help but feel a little scared. He is afraid that one day he will become the second person who kills people like crazy and is hated by gods and ghosts.
Han Xiaohan walked around the area where the two sides were fighting. Swords and knives were swung at him from time to time. He dodged them easily without holding back.
When he was sending, he suddenly noticed a thin figure running towards him, holding nothing in his hands, and behind him, there were three sturdy figures, holding sticks and other things in their hands. Because his senses were closed, he could not hear any sounds from the outside world. He focused his thoughts on the thin figure and felt that he had no ill intentions, but the three people behind him were full of murderous intent. Han Xiaohan retracted his outward thoughts and slowly opened his eyes. The little figure was already close to him, and before he could come to his senses, he threw himself into his arms, and at the same time, a clear and pleasant voice like the tinkling of spring water rang out from under him: "Big brother, save me!"
Han Xiaohan lowered his head and looked at the little guy who was leaning against his waist. When he saw his appearance clearly, Han Xiaohan could only describe his feelings as shocked.
Judging from his appearance, he was just a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. It was unknown why he was imprisoned in Longcheng at such a young age. What really surprised Han Xiaohan was not his age, but his appearance. Even if Han Xiaohan was unwilling to accept it, he had to admit that he was definitely one of the few handsome men. But the little guy on his body was better than him. His hair was thick and smooth, as soft as silk, and his bangs were as high as his eyebrows. A pair of round and big, almond-shaped eyes full of charm were covered with a layer of mist, which was very charming. The eyelashes were like two small fans, dotted with tears, which made him more attractive. The small and delicate nose was mischievously tilted, and there was a diamond-shaped mouth below, which was as red as vermilion and delicate. The skin was fair, maybe he was too white, and the blue blood vessels were faintly visible on the skin. The boy's beauty should exist in calligraphy and painting, and it was the beauty in heaven, which should not appear in the world. If you have to pick out a flaw in him, it is that he is too thin. When Han Xiaohan unconsciously picked him up by the waist, he didn't use any internal strength, but he felt his hand was as light as a feather. Han Xiaohan himself was also surprised. He didn't like to be too close to others, and it was even more difficult for him to take the initiative to get close to others. But at this moment, he had an inexplicable liking for this boy he had never met before. Perhaps, they were both the kind of people who made people amazed at first sight.