"Does it still hurt?" Mu Ku asked again with a smile.
Bai Jian saw his angry eyes wide open: "You will die!" His eyes were scarlet, and the lines on his face caused by dryness were covered with blood, which was terrifying like an evil spirit.
And this stern roar is even more terrifying.
However, Mu Yu acted as if he hadn't heard it, and still with a pure and kind smile, he took out something from his sleeve, "What do you think this could be?"
Xie Zhiwei thought to himself, could it be some kind of poison, and wanted to give the surname Bai a good time, wouldn't it
Bai Jian saw the same thought, tried his best to sneer and said: "What a good thing... you... are so vicious..."
"Wrong." Mu Yu caressed the body of the bottle with his fingers, and the blood on his hand was stained on the celadon wall, revealing an indescribably weird feeling, "This is the honey of flowers picked in the Imperial Garden of the Emperor, how many people There will be no blessings for the rest of your life.”
"What do you want to do?"
"It's a bit chilly in autumn, the ants on the ground have nowhere to look for food, it's very pitiful." Mu Yu gently pulled off the cork, "Let them taste some meat at this time, it's considered good deeds."
Xie Zhiwei couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body.
Although this plot is also the original plot in the novel, it always feels a bit weird to do it while digging Xie Zhiwei's grave now.
Just because he willfully added drama to himself before he died, and let the male protagonist avenge him
Then... he couldn't control his drama addiction, and he was also very desperate, okay!
As the nectar was poured into the blood hole on Bai Jianzhuo's body, Bai Jianzhuo began to curse incessantly, although intermittently, each sound became more vicious. Mu Xi didn't have a big reaction at first, but then he seemed to realize something, and frowned: "Come here, dig out his tongue, Shizun Qingmian, no one can disturb you."
The corner of Xie Zhiwei's mouth twitched undetectably.
... You also know that you can't disturb the rest of the dead, but what kind of trouble are you digging graves for
Seeing that Bai Jian was still chattering, a grave-digging magic soldier took the order, walked up to him, and directly smashed the hoe stained with mud into his mouth, and his flesh was immediately bloody. This time, not only the tongue, but also the throat is probably useless.
He could no longer speak and pronounce, and there was a rush of breath in his throat, and blood and broken teeth gushed out of his mouth. There was a lot of silence in the air, but his expression became more and more painful, and he exhausted his last strength to roll and struggle on the ground, and the surroundings of the two blood holes on his body gradually turned black.
Xie Zhiwei took a closer look, his scalp felt numb.
Those jet-black ants are the ants surrounding them from all directions, tens of thousands, layer upon layer, competing to lick blood and eat flesh.
Grass python hero is a pervert, how did he make up his mind when writing these plots? Hey, it's too heavy, isn't it!
Mu Kui stretched his blood-stained hands forward, and the palms of his hands glowed with white light, gradually gathering into the shape of a lotus flower. As the lotus petals slowly opened and closed, the bloodstains that were almost dry quickly disappeared, and even the white clothes on his body were completely new.
The grave has been dug up, and a few magic soldiers are digging the hole nimbly, and a corner of the coffin can already be seen faintly.
Mu Yu took a step in that direction, with a smile on his lips: "The disciple can finally see the master."
His expression was extremely gentle, as if a warm wind came from the bottom of his heart, finally blowing away the stagnant water in his eyes. The corner covered by loess seemed to be the place he had been most fascinated by for several years.
A chill went straight from Xie Zhiwei's feet to Tianling.
Fuck me! ! !
In an instant, he uttered three different swear words in his heart.
That's right, the hero smiled! Just now he smiled at Bai Jian, and then tortured Bai Jian to death. Who is he smiling at now? Still laughing so... indescribable...
There are only two possibilities, one is that he is Xie Zhiwei, and the other is that he is "Chi Yan", neither of them can escape! The male protagonist is now a psychopath, and he cannot be interpreted according to the logic of ordinary people.
Immediately the grave will be dug up, if it is empty...
Xie Zhiwei is ready for the fish to die and the net to be broken. However, if you can run, you still run. Unless it is absolutely necessary, the fish can't die, and the net can't be broken.
While thinking about it, he heard Mu Ku's voice as if from the Netherworld: "Chi Yan, it's your turn."
Xie Zhiwei took a deep breath, before he had time to react, the brilliance of the white lotus wrapped around his hand suddenly became brighter, dazzling. Immediately afterwards, that Guanghua was like a snake, pulling him up from the ground and dragging him in front of Mu Ku.
The "Colorful Ladybug" costume on Xie Zhiwei's body has been smeared with mud, and the colorful stars are dyed in a dusty gray color, which doesn't look so strange. I don't know if it's the extreme nervousness or what, when Xie Zhiwei raised his head and met Mu Yu's eyes, his first thought was: Fortunately, there is an underwear lining under him.
But right now it's not a matter of entanglement in what to wear, Xie Zhiwei realized the next moment that it was a moment of life and death.
Is he really going to fight the male lead with his life
While hesitating, the smile on the corner of Mu Yu's mouth disappeared without a trace, and the spring-like eyes disappeared, replaced by a bone-chilling chill.
He looked down at Xie Zhiwei condescendingly: "What happens to you in vain, have you looked carefully?"
Bai Jian's eyes were wide open, and he was out of breath. The ants swarmed up, devouring every drop of blood on his body greedily, and the white ribs were exposed where the blood hole was. But the ants still refused to give up, and drilled everywhere hungrily. Even his eye sockets were filled with black patches.
Xie Zhiwei swallowed hard, and nodded indiscriminately.
Mu Xi said indifferently: "Bai Jian is a villain through and through. You are still aboveboard, and you are different from him."
Xie Zhiwei nodded again, of course it's different, you traitor doesn't even look at who's under the skin!
Hmm... It's better not to look at it.
"So, you should be satisfied."
Xie Zhiwei looked at him suspiciously.
Mu Yu bent down, showed the dagger that had become clean, and slowly put it in front of Xie Zhiwei's eyes, "Is it not so frightening for you to witness your own death in advance?"
Haha, more scared, okay? I'd rather die in a daze like seeing nothing, please.
Xie Zhiwei was secretly preparing, and must seize the opportunity to run outside. Anyway, Qingping Sword has nothing to do with him, and Bailian Guanghua can easily break free. Only in this way, his identity is very likely to be exposed.
No, it will definitely be exposed.
Xie Zhiwei went to see his "grave" without tears, and several magic soldiers retreated silently, leaving only one, who was brushing the last handful of loess from the coffin.
Mu Xi seemed to have sensed something, the dagger in his hand fell to the ground suddenly, he turned around abruptly, and shouted: "Get out of the way."
The demon soldier trembled all over, and scrambled aside.
Xie Zhiwei looked at Mu Yu as if he was insane. At this time, Mu Ku turned his back to him and walked towards the grave step by step. He couldn't see the expression on Mu Yu's face, but Mu Yu's footsteps were eager and heavy, as if there was some treasure in the coffin.
It was only then that Xie Zhiwei realized that he "deceived the corpse" so quickly that he didn't even have time to take a look at the place where he had slept for four years.
Well, now I see it.
Daozong treated him well, although he was not buried with red sandalwood and golden silk like those of the nouveau riche, but it was relatively high-quality red pine wood.
"It's progressing so smoothly, does it mean that the master also wants to see the disciple?"
Mu Yu's voice was a little unsteady, Xie Zhiwei couldn't help but slander, you have too much imagination boy, the soil is dry and soft in autumn, it's just easy to dig.
Mu Yu suddenly let out a "huh", stopped in his tracks, and asked, "What's going on." The voice was unhurried, but a little low, obviously sullen.
The demon soldier knelt down with a few plops: "My lord, when we dug up this grave, the rivets were no longer on the coffin."
"Shizi Mingjian! Without your order, I dare not move around."
Mu Ku said in a deep voice, "Shut up."
Only then did Xie Zhiwei remember how he got out of the coffin, can those two grave robbers be a little more lazy! After burying the soil back intact, can't we just go to the coffin and nail the lid of the coffin
"Who is so bold! How dare..." The blue veins on the back of Mu Yu's hands bulged. He raised his hand suddenly, and the coffin lid weighing a hundred catties flew up. After a loud noise, it was almost three feet away from Xie Zhiwei. place.
Not surprisingly, the coffin was empty and contained nothing.
"How could this be..." Mu Kui murmured, staggered to the coffin, and looked inside anxiously. That look of helplessness gave Xie Zhiwei the illusion that he seemed to have returned to his boyhood.
No, strictly speaking, it's more like when Xie Zhiwei saw in Mu He's memory fragments that he was bullied in his previous life.
Helpless, dazed, lonely.
Mu Kuu rummaged through the coffin for a while, but found nothing but the two crow-blue Taoist robes that were buried with him. Holding the only Taoist robe in his hands, he suddenly let out a mournful roar. At the same time, the spiritual power in his body surged like a tide, mixed with the sword energy of Qingping Sword and the superimposed brilliance of black lotus, white lotus and red lotus, the loess was swept all over the sky.
The surrounding magic soldiers backed away in fright, Xie Zhiwei was also taken aback, and actually heard the heart-piercing meaning from the roar.
This is... Getting angry after failing to find an inheritance
But the teacher is really poor. The two Taoist robes are newly made, which is good enough.
But in any case, it was rare for Mu He to lose control so much, it could be said that he was completely out of control.
It's a great opportunity.
Xie Zhiwei tried his best to stand up, exerting the greatest strength in his life, and suddenly broke free from the restraint of the white lotus in his hand, regardless of suppressing his spiritual power, he flew out of the barrier.
Immediately, a demon soldier shouted: "My son! The holy king... no no, Chi Yan ran away!"
Mu Yu didn't seem to hear it, and calmed down on his own, holding the Taoist robe tightly with both hands, but his tone was as calm as usual, "Is it the Taoist sect, or who... kill them all, master, what do you say?" ,is it okay?"
When he said this, his eyes lost focus, but the Qingping sword flew up by itself, stabbing precisely in the direction of Xie Zhiwei's escape!
It has to be said that spiritual power is easy to use.
Ever since he met the hero again, he used his legs to escape. At this time, he ran to the other side of the city in one breath, his face was not red and he was not panting, he was refreshed.
The breeze from the thorny bamboo forest blew over, and the fragrance seemed like a world away, he stood where he was and laughed three times.
This time, under his witty mediation, the danger was saved. Even if the hero finds out that the coffin is empty, it does not prove that Xie Zhiwei is still alive. From then on, the sky is high and the sea is wide, and I will never see you again, male lead, goodbye to you.
Suddenly, his laughter stopped.
A tall figure of a man flashed in the bamboo forest, wearing a fluttering blue Taoist robe, it was none other than Chu Zhishi. Chu Zhi seemed to be in a bad mood, with a lot of anger on his face.
When he bumped into Xie Zhiwei, he was also stunned, and then the anger on his face became more intense.
"Chi Yan!" Without even thinking about it, Chu Zhi took out Po Lei, "Sure enough, that kid Mu Yu is no good, and you ran out!"
I'll go, isn't cheese a pangolin? You can meet wherever you go!
Xie Zhiwei took a step back, ready to continue running in another direction. Chu knew where he was willing to give him a chance, so he chased after him with a wave of Po Lei, and at the same time, a white light circled in front of Xie Zhiwei like lightning.
Xie Zhiwei subconsciously waved his hand, and then he saw clearly that the white light was a broken whisk that he knew was right. He swung his hand on the tail of the whisk, but unexpectedly, the attack of the handle didn't decrease, and it immediately hit him firmly in the face.
No, it's on the mask.
Then, the mask shattered.
Xie Zhiwei thumped in his heart, it was too late to cover his face. He raised his head, and there was already another person in front of him, and it was Chu Zhiye who opened his mouth so wide that his jaw was about to drop.
Chu Zhi blinked hard a few times, and finally stammered and asked, "You...you...how do you..."
The atmosphere was extremely embarrassing, and Xie Zhiwei felt a little overwhelmed by his old face.
Suddenly a gust of cool wind came from behind, Xie Zhiwei's expression changed, he turned around instinctively, and grabbed it casually.
The Qingping sword was held firmly in his hand, the blue light flickered and weakened, like a prickly bamboo that gradually calmed down in the wind and rain.
Xie Zhiwei's heart beat wildly, broken.
Facing him, Mu Gan, dressed in white, floated out from the shadows of the bamboo forest, his gaze was firmly fixed on Xie Zhiwei, and the astonished eyes looked extraordinarily bright in the dusk. In his eyes, there was still the blood red from when he was furious just now, but the color of his lips quickly faded until they turned white.
He asked in a harsh voice, "Who are you...?"