To be honest, after experiencing so many things, Jiang Minghao had to believe in the strange power and chaos, because his own eyes are the best representative of the strange power and chaos, but how could he face this old Taoist like a corpse in front of him? Give up yourself and be with the devil
But he is too eager to stand up, too eager to find himself at the peak of the victory, especially now that he needs strength, because of Wu Tian, because of Liu Wei, he must bring back the two brothers who were in the quagmire because of himself. , However, he was a soldier, a soldier of the Dragon Kingdom with the soul of an iron-blooded army, he couldn't persuade him to agree to the old Taoist in front of him.
Hesitated, like two destructive gladiators, fighting and struggling in his heart. The old Taoist watched Jiang Minghao lowered his head, as if he was fighting a great heart, and finally couldn't help but speak. :
"A person like you who is already full of blood, what can be entangled?" He said, his face showed contempt and disdain, as if the paralyzed young man in front of him was just looking for lowering his bottom line. No more excuses, he simply helped him and wiped out his bottom line.
"Jiang Minghao, do you think you have anything to do with your disabled body? Is there anything to sublimate your desperate soul? Besides hurting others, what can you do? Take a look at those one by one for you And dead brothers, they are standing by your side and looking at you, Falcon······Chance······Li Yuhui······"
Jiang Minghao listened to the old man in front of him reciting the names of the people who sacrificed for him one by one, as if every name and every sentence was a heavy hammer hitting his forehead, making him tremble. The big guy was dripping up and down, and his spirit was on the verge of breaking down.
His eyes panicked around, looking for these brothers who had died for himself, but there was nothing but bags of black trash around. Jiang Minghao felt that his head was on the verge of a load. The pressure may break through the shell and explode at any time, as if thousands of knives were stabbed from the inside out. He slapped desperately with his only active right hand and hit his head, but all this was in vain.
Suddenly, Jiang Minghao raised his head abruptly, blood vessels burst out in his eyes, filled with blood, like a water pipe that would burst at any time, his eyes like tigers glowed with blood, like beasts about to eat people. , He stared at the old Taoist priest in front of him, gritted his teeth and asked:
"What do you have, let's talk about it!"
Although he was unprepared for being attacked by this old man’s psychological warfare, and even his own spirit was on the verge of collapse, if Jiang Minghao could see through other people’s psychology through other people’s expressions, words, and even subtle movements, then The Taoist priest in front of him seemed to be able to pinch, count everything accurately, and put this information into a set of weapons, so that Jiang Minghao's attack was completely exhausted.
"Ha ha!"
The look of contempt and disdain on the old Taoist's face seemed to be a beach flattened by the sea breeze. He instantly recovered his calm. He nodded slightly, and suddenly loosened his right hand, which had been stroking his goat’s beard. Two sharp arrows pointed directly at Jiang Minghao’s eyes, and that old right hand was stretched out, carrying the Qingshan Taoist robe into a burst, hunting and hunting, full of murderous aura, but his tone was already As calm as the Dead Sea:
"I want your eyes to use your fluoroscopic eyes to change your body to be as good as ever for a month."
'eye? Perspective eyes? '
Jiang Minghao muttered softly from the bottom of his heart, how could he know that he has a see-through eye? In his memory, in addition to his grandfather Jiang Jianguo, there is also the late Chic. He has never mentioned it to anyone. Is it true that he can pinch it? Jiang Minghao's panting breath gradually calmed down, and his blood-red eyes slowly returned to brightness and clarity, and he began to think in his heart.
If from the moment Jiang Minghao knew that he had a see-through eye, he was destined to have a rough and painful life in his life, and he even needed to pave the way with the corpse of his beloved brother. Perhaps Jiang Minghao would give up without hesitation. From his perspective, he said that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, but what Jiang Minghao now feels is not only the responsibility, but also the pain and grievance that ordinary people can't bear.
However, when the smiling faces of those relatives appeared in his mind, the tears in Jiang Minghao's eyes began to roll: Grandpa, Liu Wei, Wei Debing, Wu Tian, Li Yuhui, Chic... One by one seemed to be by his side, suddenly, Jiang Minghao's face showed a sense of perseverance, that was the determination to give up himself, without hesitation, without hesitation.
"Okay, I promise you, but in this month, you must make my body look exactly like my peak period, otherwise..."
Jiang Minghao flipped his right hand, and the Falcon Wing Saber in his hand flipped on his thumb, as if he was a skilled gymnast. He immediately pointed the blade to his eyeballs, gritted his teeth and said:
"What you get will be just a blind waste!"
"Haha..." Seeing Jiang Minghao's hideous face and murderous look, the thin old man couldn't help but raised his head and laughed, as if laughing at Jiang Minghao's ignorance and weakness, he squinted. The eyes, as if looking at a clown, said grimly:
"Do you think your threat is useful to me? If necessary, within this ten-meter range, I will take your life like a treasure..."
Before the old Taoist finished speaking, on the black blade of the falcon wing saber in Jiang Minghao's hand, a drop of water seemed to be crystal tears, slowly sliding down the knife and soaking his right hand. The only difference was this hot water drop. , Glowing with blood and fishy smell, that fire-like eyes, the old Taoist who stabbed not far away was palpitating, he had seen a cruel one, but he had never seen him so cruel.
The tip of the falcon wing saber in Jiang Minghao’s hand is directly on the bag under his eyes. The sharp blade has already cut through the skin. As long as one centimeter upward, it can pierce the eyeball of the right eye. This pair of see-through eyes is for this thin For the old man, it meant his second life. He anxiously threw the bamboo in his hand on the ground, stomping his feet and shouting:
"Stop, stop, stop quickly, I believe you in the old way, I promise you the old way, as long as you don't hurt my eyes, you can let me be a cow or a horse, kid, please, put the knife down!"
Looking at this skinny old man like a child, Jiang Minghao seemed to see the desire for his own eyes from him, and he even named him his own eyes. He slowly put down the saber in his hand, helpless. He shook his head, but at this moment, Jiang Minghao's pupils suddenly shrank and his eyes were fixed on the wall behind Lao Dao.
I saw five killers wearing black suits and holding pistols running along the alley. It seems that the hunter has found that Chachai didn't kill himself, and once again sent a new killer. But Jiang Minghao noticed that the gun in each of them was closed with insurance, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, muttering to himself:
"It seems that this is an arrogant hunter who wants to catch prey alive..."
If Jiang Minghao in his heyday was a perfect combination of fox and lion, now, he is just a weak old wolf whose teeth were broken. Although he has the ferocity and cruelty of a wolf, he faces a hunter’s shotgun. , He didn't even have the qualification to die with the hunter now, he suddenly raised his head and said to the old Taoist priest:
"Now, just now, let me stand up."
While Jiang Minghao was talking, there was a fierce light in his eyes. Those twinkling eyes were like two ghost fires in the dark night, ready to swallow them up by the enemy in the future.
"Child, don't worry!" The old Taoist stared at Jiang Minghao's eyes, his gaze pointed directly at the wall behind him, naturally guessing that someone was coming, and only the enemy would arouse the murderous aura of the child in front of him. The old Taoist gently stroked his goatee and walked slowly towards Jiang Minghao.
Jiang Minghao clearly saw the thin old man pulling out a thin leaf from his arms, green and dripping, as if it had just been picked from a tree, he saw the old Taoist gently squeeze it with the middle and index fingers of his right hand. Rolling and spinning in place, he said verbally:
"One leaf is blind, but Taishan is not seen, Evil!"
The old Taoist did not look back and threw the leaves in his hands behind him, but the green leaves did not look like movies and TVs. They flew like paper cranes infused with spiritual power, and like fantasy novels, they demarcated the enchantment. It was with the sudden breeze, drifting, rolling freely behind him, and everything around him remained unchanged!
At this moment, the five gunmen also arrived at the entrance of the alley, holding their pistols, and standing face to face with Jiang Minghao. At a distance of less than 20 meters, the other party could kill him with one shot. Jiang Minghao held the falcon wing. The saber's right hand began to slowly tighten its power, as if ready for everything, ready to fight with the five gunmen in front of him at any time.
But at this moment, the old Taoist priest in front of him suddenly stretched out his right index finger, gently placed it on his mouth, and made a silent motion. Jiang Minghao's face was taken aback, but when he noticed the faces of the five gunmen When he was puzzled and looked for a target with a dazed expression, Jiang Minghao couldn't help but his mouth grew wide in surprise!
'Could it be that the leaves that the old man just threw out were really obscure without seeing the effect of Mount Tai. Isn't it too ridiculous? Even if there is a Taoist magician, it can't be so magical, right? '