Gu Fuyou watched Zuo Qingfeng's blood flow, his breath ceased, his body gradually became cold, and one day he would turn into a pile of yellow earth. It turned out that people died so easily, even if you were a Mahayana cultivator, above ten thousand people, it was the same.
She raised her lips, her eyes full of sneer. Taking someone else's life used to disgust her, the stickiness of blood sliding across her fingers made her sick, but now she felt so happy, this blood quenched her thirst.
The people from the Zuo family came to see Fuyou, covered in blood and with a cold smile on their faces, just like seeing the evil ghosts from hell, their hearts were shocked and they couldn't help but retreat. If she could kill Zuo Qingfeng, it meant that no one in the entire Bailu City could be her opponent.
Zuo Peixian was the calmest among them. He said loudly: "Everyone, don't panic. She is alone and is seriously injured. If we work together, why should we be afraid of her?"
His voice was firm, and everyone seemed to have found their backbone, and they echoed him one after another: "Young Master is right, this is Bailu City, not her Central Continent, there is no need to be afraid of her!" Bailu City is equipped with various formations, magic weapons, and elixirs are also well stocked. What's more, there are tens of thousands of slaves here, including the monks guarding the city, who can wear her down to death.
Even so, Zuo Peixian still made full preparations. As early as when Zuo Qingfeng and Qingluan fought, he sent people to find Zuo Yuanrong, and sent Zuo Yi to the city gate to call for capable monks to come, and sent a signal to ask the small cities around Bailu City to send people to help, and sent a letter to the Thirty-Three Heavens to inform Bailu City of its situation.
Zuo Yi followed his subordinates and flew all the way to the city gate tower. Now was the time for patrol monks to take turns, and most of the monks gathered here. There were two people in charge today, one was a monk from the Zuo family, Zuo Yi's cousin, and the other was Xiao Zhongting.
Who would have thought that when he arrived at the city gate, there were bloodstains everywhere, and many monks had fallen everywhere, obviously after a bloody battle. A man wearing light armor, with a willow-green shirt stained with blood, holding a spiritual sword, knocked down a man, and turned around to look at him when he heard the noise, his eyes were red and his gaze was cold.
Zuo Yi's heart skipped a beat and her fingers trembled: "Xiao Zhongting, you, you..." She couldn't finish the sentence.
Xiao Zhongting waved his spiritual sword, and the blood on the sword splashed out. He walked towards Zuo Yi, and dozens of monks came down from the city wall and followed him. Zuo Hanling transferred the monks from the two floors of the city, and the number of patrolling monks decreased. Xiao Zhongting took the opportunity to arrange his own people to come in. Today, half of the monks went to the fighting field, and the rest guarded the big house and the important house. Most of the remaining people at the gate tower were his people. The monks of the Zuo family had been dealt with.
Xiao Zhongting shouted: "Close the city gate!"
The city gate slammed shut and the defensive formation was reopened. The Bailu City was impregnable. Even a cultivator in the Spirit Severing Stage would have to work hard to break into it.
The defensive formation blocked the people outside and also blocked the people inside. Gu Fuyou secretly changed the formation, and the people of the Zuo family could no longer enter or leave freely. Bailu City became a clay jar.
Zuo Yi felt that the sky was dark, the sun and the moon were dim. Xiao Zhongting and Qingluan were in the same group!
As soon as the city's defensive formation was activated, people in the fighting arena immediately noticed it.
"How did you open the defensive formation?"
"Could it be that she has external help?!"
"Capture her first! Someone..."
The word "come" was full of energy, and the word "people" quickly became weak. Someone really came from the sky. He jumped down from the roof behind the stands and landed behind Gu Fuyou. He was tall and imposing, like a giant spirit.
The man was wearing a red shirt and shorts, with a bare chest, black hair and a black beard. Two chains pierced his shoulder blades and dragged on the ground.
When everyone saw him, their eyes went dark and they almost suffocated. Someone collapsed and yelled, "Who let him out?"
This person is Feng Sui. Zuo Yuanrong sometimes cannot suppress him even with a contract. Without Zuo Yuanrong, he is even more unrestrained. Here comes another evil god.
Feng Sui walked to Zuo Qingfeng, picked up the sword, and shook it. Gu Fuyou said, "This sword is not suitable for you. Give it to Lao Qi."
Zuo Qingfeng is dead, and the sword has become ownerless. This precious sword is a rare spiritual weapon, and Lao Qi has reached the level of Dongxu and can tame it.
Feng Sui threw the knife down and stuck it in front of Lao Qi. The blade made a clanging sound. Lao Qi picked it up and flew forward. Twenty-three was as confused as the other slaves. The current Lao Qi always gave people a different feeling.
How could the people of the Zuo family not know at this time who released Feng Sui.
Gu Fuyou no longer had the mood to make an impassioned speech to these slaves. After years of submission, it would not be possible to make them rebel with just a few words. Right now, nothing was more effective than a contract.
She also shouted: "Someone come!"
"Clear all the Zuo family members, slave owners, and training officers in the city. Leave no one alive!"
As soon as the voice fell, nearly seven floors of thousands of slaves standing in the fighting arena attacked the monks standing around. Before they could think, their bodies had already taken action. When they came to their senses, they were attacking the guards with their lives. They usually didn't even dare to touch them, but now they were fighting to the death with them. They understood that this was because of the contract.
Zuo Peixian saw that Gu Fuyou was a slave commanded by a contract, and couldn't help but be shocked: "How do you have a contract? My father gave it to you?!"
Gu Fuyou glanced at him with a smile on his face. Zuo Peixian always felt that it was a sarcastic look.
Another slave took the initiative to use the contract and shouted, "What are you standing there for? Take them down!"
Originally, nearly half of the slave contracts were in Zuo Yuanrong's hands. The other two contracts had been taken away from the slave owners by Gu Fuyou. Together with Zuo Yuanrong's contract, she had nearly 70% of the slaves, and they were the best slaves. The Zuo family could only use the contracts to drive slaves of the third level, and these slaves were at the bottom.
These slaves took action immediately after receiving the order, but the difference in numbers and strength made them like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and they could not be stopped at all.
The fighting arena was in chaos. The slaves were fighting with their trainers. It was like Twenty-Three. His heart was shaken, as if in an instant, the world was turned upside down and the rules were reversed.
Zuo Peixian led the monks of the Zuo family in the stands to surround Gu Fuyou, but saw Gu Fuyou sitting in the city lord's seat, looking down at the picture of fighting. Zuo Peixian gritted his teeth and attacked her. A tall figure intercepted his attack, Feng Sui counterattacked, the air wave swept away, lifted the bluestone floor tiles, and flew away. Everyone retreated, but Lao Qi followed like a ghost, holding a knife and pressing hard.
The two great Dongxu joined forces and did not allow anyone to be distracted.
Zuo Peixian really didn’t understand why such a big city like Bailu would be defeated by a woman.
She was alone, and they were in their own territory, so they should have had the best of both worlds, but as if Feng Shui had changed, all the favorable conditions flowed to this blue phoenix.
Zuo Peixian knelt on the ground, leaning on his sword. The monks beside him had all fallen to the ground. The fighting field was half destroyed, and the slaves were beaten outside. It was dark, and there was a fire somewhere. The night sky in the west was red.
There was coagulated blood on the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of rust. Zuo Peixian took a deep breath, his throat was torn in pain, and he looked up at the sky. A cultivator was flying in the air with a sword, and fell under the stands. Gu Fuyou withdrew the formation, and the man was able to come up.
Zuo Peixian fought with a group of monks until the end. Before the reinforcements arrived, he had thought about retreating first. However, Gu Fuyou stuck the spirit sword into the ground and deployed a formation on the stands. They couldn't get out at all, and their spirit power was suppressed. Fighting with two cave-empty monks in this small space was like being caged with a tiger with their hands and feet tied.
Later, other slaves came to help the two men, but they ended up in a miserable defeat.
Xiao Zhongting walked up to Gu Fuyou and said, "All the slave owners in the city have been dealt with."
Zuo Peixian opened his eyes wide: "It's you."
Xiao Zhongting bowed: "Sir."
Zuo Peixian cursed angrily, "So it was you who colluded with Qingluan!" He just couldn't understand how Qingluan, who didn't know anything about Bailu City, could stir up trouble in secret. It turned out that there was a traitor. "You ungrateful dog!"
Xiao Zhongting couldn't help but laugh twice: "Sir, whose favor? Whose righteousness?"
Zuo Peixian said: "If it weren't for the kindness of my Zuo family, you wouldn't be alive and would not be able to become the general defending Bailu City. If it weren't for my father's words, your Xiao City would have been razed to the ground by Zuo Tianlang long ago!"
"If it weren't for your Zuo family's tyranny and brutality, and if you didn't, our Xiao City wouldn't have ended up like this, my sister wouldn't have committed suicide, and my daughter wouldn't have fallen into a den of wolves." Xiao Zhongting walked slowly towards Zuo Peixian, each step was heavy, and walked straight to him, glaring at him coldly: "What a great favor. You pushed me into the abyss and then saved me, I should be grateful."
Zuo Peixian blushed and was speechless. Xiao Zhongting said with a smile: "Young Master, your Zuo family has been dominating Nanzhou for thousands of years. Now it is your turn to taste the feeling of being teased and bullied."
Gu Fuyou had already stood up and said, "Xiao Zhongting, you clean up the mess."
"good."
Feng Sui and Lao Qi were covered in wounds and were resting cross-legged. When they saw her leaving, they stood up immediately. Gu Fuyou said without even turning his head, "No need to follow me." The two looked at each other and sat back down.
Gu Fuyou walked down from the stands. There were still many slaves in the fighting arena. They killed the trainers and stood there without orders. They didn't know what to do, but they couldn't calm down. It was as if their blood was boiling and couldn't cool down for a long time. They had never thought of resisting the trainers before, but today they killed them. The moment they killed them, it was as if something broke with a snap. Their bodies became lighter, but their hearts became heavier.
Ersan stood by the stairs, half of her face stained with blood, one eye closed. Gu Fuyou walked down, and she took a step back and half-knelt on the ground.
Gu Fuyou stopped in front of her. Ersan tensed up and couldn't help but feel nervous. Gu Fuyou said, "You did a good job."
Twenty-three suddenly looked up, with a brilliant light in her eyes, and she was so excited that she almost stood up. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she was short of words. She could not express her admiration for her, nor her excitement at the moment. Her whole body was shaking, and she just stared at Gu Fuyou as he walked away.
Although Bailu City had hundreds of defensive formations, it was still devastated by the crowd, with broken walls and corpses everywhere.
Gu Fuyou walked all the way to the hall, stepped on the red velvet carpet, passed the open door, and entered the hall. Zuo Yuanrong was kneeling in the middle of the hall, looking up into the sky and laughing foolishly. A silver bell hung above his head, which made an ethereal sound from time to time.
Gu Fuyou looked around and saw many corpses lying in the hall, and the ground was dark red. He thought that they were the people sent by Zuo Peixian to find Zuo Yuanrong, but they were killed by Xiao Zhongting.
Gu Fuyou walked up to Zuo Yuanrong, stretched out his right hand and said, "City Lord, come, give me the contract." After the slave owner died, the contract would be transferred to Zuo Yuanrong. Now that all the slave owners in the city were dead, the last three contracts were in the hands of Zuo Yuanrong.
Zuo Yuanrong was immersed in a beautiful dream with dull eyes. After hearing these words, he obediently held Gu Fuyou's hand, and all the contracts were transferred.
Gu Fuyou withdrew his hand, looked at his right hand for a while, walked up the steps, and sat on the city lord's throne. As soon as he sat down, the sound of the ear-covering bell began to change, becoming low and harsh. Zuo Yuanrong was originally smiling, but suddenly wailed and fell to the ground. I don't know what he saw, he was in great pain, and his round body twisted on the ground.
Gu Fuyou leaned on his seat with his left hand on his cheek, looking at him expressionlessly, humming the tune of a lullaby along with his painful moans.
—Long alley, sweet dream hard to wake up
It's hard to wake up from a good dream, the alley is long -
Zhong Michu fell into a deep sleep, and when he was about to wake up, he had a dream.
In the world of dreams, the colors of the sky and the earth are dark and cold.
She held Gu Fuyou in her arms, panicking: "I'll take you back to the East China Sea."
Gu Fuyou asked, "What if I return to the East China Sea? Who am I to them? Why should they protect me?"
She said, "Then let's go to Xuji Mountain."
Gu Fuyou said: "Zhong Michu, I have no place to go back to."
"No… "
Before she could say anything, the person in her arms began to rot, bleeding from all seven orifices, until his flesh turned to blood and even his bones were corroded away.
In dreams, her will becomes weaker and her emotions more fragile. Despair consumes her and she almost collapses: "Even you don't want me anymore."
You are the same as Master and Mother.
No matter how tightly she held him, it was useless. It was like holding fine sand in her hand. The tighter she held it, the faster it flowed away, and in the end, there was nothing left. The body turned into a pool of blood in her arms. She spread her hands and the blood flowed from between her fingers. Her vision became blurred, and it turned out that her eyes were filled with tears.
Ah Man, you are not trustworthy.
You don't keep your word.
The great pain in her heart suddenly woke her up from her dream. Mr. Zhai, who was sitting next to her, was startled, and the pill bottle in his hand rolled out, with the pill still in his fingers, unable to pass it on or hide it.
Zhong Michu spread out her palms, and in a trance, her hands seemed to be covered with blood, and her heart seemed to be grabbed fiercely. She covered her chest, turned over, gasping for breath and moaning softly.
Seeing her like this, Mr. Zhai was frightened again. He quickly threw away the pill and rubbed her back. When he touched her, he found that she was trembling. He asked hurriedly: "Miss Zhong, what's wrong with you? What's wrong?"
Zhong Michu's forehead was covered with cold sweat, which wet her hair. She turned around, her eyes blank, "Mr. Zhai?"
"it's me."
Zhong Michu supported himself on the edge of the bed with both hands and gradually calmed his breathing.
It's a dream, just a dream.