Qin Hao refused to kill someone.

But this is how this cannibalism society is. Either you kill or you are killed.

Just like now, even if you beg for mercy and give up, the other party will let you go?

People who pay mercy on the killing field cannot become heroes, but can only become souls of the dead.

Hissing.

Qin Hao was covered in blood. He didn't know how many more killers would be, nor did he know when the killing would stop, but what he knew was that as long as he was still standing... anyone who wanted his life would take one step ahead of him.

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Zhao Mochen was kneading melon seeds, and two beauties behind him were kneading his shoulders. He stared at the killing field on the screen with a burning look and sighed: "Qin Hao, this guy once said that children without umbrellas have to run desperately. Look at him running so tired, there is no reason why he can't win, right? I'm still waiting to take him to fly..."

The two beauties dare not say much. Others may think that this young master Zhao is cynical and difficult to become a great man, but they understand that their master is definitely not mediocre, but what if he is better than the boy on the screen?

Zhao Mochen sighed, stood up, and smiled and said, "Old man, those old guys have forced you to stand in the team again? The united front of the four major families? What a joke? Our Zhao family has always only joined the winners. These losers who were killed by Qin Hao also want to force our Zhao family. It would be fine if they don't mess with me. If they dare to mess with me, I, Zhao Mochen, will let them be defeated again!"

Mr. Zhao leaned on a crutch and looked at Qin Hao, who was like a god of death on the screen. His wrinkles stretched out and he said curiously: "Mo Chen, I know yours, why do you just look forward to Qin Hao so much?"

"It's probably because I've seen each other... that guy is always unexpected... haha."

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Killing is bloody.

Liu Rushi didn't like it, so he lowered his head slightly and tasted the light tea in the cup.

Song Mangong looked at him more with interest, especially when he saw Qin Hao's killing method, his brow raised.

Kill and kill!

Qin Hao himself forgot how long he had waved the bayonet in his hand, and they came and fell down one by one.

Qin Hao is a strong man.

So I won.

A cold wind blew.

The ground was full of dead bodies.

Qin Hao threw away the bayonet in his hand and continued to move forward.

He wants to save Xia Mo, and he wants to take Xia Mo home!

God blocks the gods, Buddha blocks the Buddhas.

It’s not that you have good intentions for this world, but this world will also repay you with kindness.

Qin Hao stepped into the seventh level of the God of Death.

The cold mechanical emotionless voice still sounded: "The Seventh Heaven of Death, Mirror."

"It's the seventh level so soon. What a great guy. I underestimated this guy Qin Hao before and told me that I should not offend Qin Hao and his ambition group easily in the future."

"The seventh level, how many years have passed, and it's been a long time since a young man has entered the seventh level. But the seventh level... I'm really curious about what Qin Hao would encounter."

Mirror.

The enemy of the seventh heaven is yourself!

Huhuhuhuhuhu.

Qin Hao's heart suddenly broke out, and the deepest scene of being selectively forgotten actually reappeared at this moment.

It was snowing heavily.

At the end of the street corner, a little boy about five years old was trembling with a shiver when he was about two or three years old.

The two or three-year-old boy was not very clever and shouted in a slight voice: "Brother, brother."

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Tea house.

Liu Rushi Gu Jing Wubo's face finally changed. She stared at the screen intently, looking at the big boy's struggle between the eyebrows. It was the first time that he showed a look of regret: "Brother Qin Hao..."

"The mirror image of the seventh level of the God of Death can outline the most painful and sad thing that the person involved has grown up to this day. Only by defeating himself can you pass this level..." Song Mangong seemed to recall something and said: "Sometimes, the biggest enemy of a person is often himself, and the seventh level of the God of Death is to defeat himself and defeat him... It is very difficult."

The challenge that can make Song Mangong say is difficult is naturally as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Once upon a time, dozens of peak masters were defeated in this seventh level of heaven.

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The border is located.

Qin Ming held a dog-tail grass with his hands on his hips and stepped into the powerful female general's camp with a loud voice, "I said, "My General Hanwei, even if you like me, you don't have to tease me in this way... If you like me, I can give you a chance to chase me? When Qin Ming made many great achievements on the battlefield, defending his country, and becoming a general, your chances will be much smaller..."

Chu Hanwei!

The leading female general in China who won three first-class merits, was once received and commended by the head of China. She was a female war god that everyone respected. Perhaps only Qin Ming dared to tease this female general who was not of a good temper like this.

"Qin Ming, don't think that you can be arrogant in front of me if you have some ability! Do you believe in military law or not!"

"Don't, my aunt, we have made three rules. You can't deprive me of the right to freedom of speech!"

"Hmph!" Chu Hanwei was helpless with Qin Ming.

"You can take a look!" Chu Hanwei breathed out and said.

Qin Ming turned his head to glance at the fast screen. In an instant, Qin Ming's face turned cold. The dogtail grass in his mouth fell to the ground. He looked at the screen quietly, his thoughts were changing, and his voice was filled with longing: "Brother..."

This was the first time Chu Hanwei saw this cynical and talented guy's expression, and his eyes couldn't help but become tender.

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Ice and snow.

Qin Hao, who was only five years old, hid in the corner of the street with his ignorant younger brother Qin Ming, and went there until there was no one. The street lights made the two children look old.

"Brother, I'm cold."

Qin Hao bit his lip, took off his coat and covered Qin Ming's body, leaving only a thin blue shirt: "It's not cold anymore... Dad will take us home soon..."

dad!

Qin Ming was shocked and his eyes widened. He remembered that he had asked his brother about his parents, but Qin Hao shook his head repeatedly about this, saying that they were abandoned children in the orphanage!

Therefore, Qin Ming never thought of his parents, just have an older brother.

Qin Hao was eager to see him on the screen, but he still didn't wait for the man named Dad.

The cold wind whistles.

Five-year-old Qin Hao hugged his younger brother tightly and finally waited for a luxurious Maybach in the sky in the dark moon and in the lonely night.
Chapter completed!