Chapter 8: The Determination of the Third Lady

When Lu Shoulian rushed down from the sky, the Vermilion Tiger was on a killing spree.

It stamped on a man's chest, fangs picking. The man screamed, and Bai Huahua's intestines slipped out of his belly. The tiger only took two bites and pounced on the other man.

Jiang Xiaogu had already returned to the courtyard, and his black face looked like he was angry. The Vermilion Tooth Tiger was even hit by three beast taming Gus, and he was still so spirited.

It must be the raw material.

Jiang Xiaogu comforted himself, it was impossible to be so weak.

The vermilion-toothed tiger had eaten a lot of her flesh and skin, and with Gu poison, she was already injured. It's just that the smell of silver dancao stimulates it and makes it keep rushing.

Everyone knew that this was the demon beast that had bitten Fang Yipo to death, and when they suddenly broke in, they were all frightened, and they didn't care about resisting at all, and the wails and howls were endless.

Fang Yizhen held the sword and stared at the vermilion-toothed tiger that was gnawing, not noticing a black shadow fluttering towards him.

When he felt the murderous aura, he stabbed him with his sword, but he threw himself into the air, and a basin of water splashed down his head and face, drenching him from head to toe.

The third lady stood two feet away from him, and threw away the copper basin with a "clang".

Fang Yizhen lowered her head and sniffed the damp sleeves, the cool smell came to her nose, and her face turned pale.

"Jen'er!

The Vermilion Tiger had already jumped in the air and rushed straight towards Fang Yizhen. The eldest lady didn't have time to step forward, her left hand slashed across the body of the sword, and a sword light slashed through the air and pierced into the belly of the vermilion tiger.

The vermilion tiger shook in the air and roared in pain, shaking the eaves of the house.

A fishy wind rushed straight into Fang Yizhen's face, and the blood-stained beard on its face was clearly visible.

Fang Yizhen stretched out his hand like lightning, dragged Fang Lingyu, who was not far from him, and blocked it in front of him.

With a terrible scream, the fangs of the vermilion tiger pierced Fang Lingyu's body, and then picked and lifted, Fang Lingyu rolled into the courtyard, blood spurted out, sprinkled all over the mourning flags, like red plums in the snow.

"Uh-huh-"

Several rays of light descended from the sky, forming a sword array, trapping the Vermilion Tiger in it.

Lu Shoulian rushed to Fang Lingyu's side and took out a few pills and stuffed them into her mouth.

"Lingyu!"

The eldest lady had just recovered from her panic and rushed forward.

Fang Lingyu was covered with purple-red patches, his eyes were rolled to the whites of his eyes, and there was a pill stuck in the middle of his lips that he couldn't swallow, and he was already dead.

Everyone in the courtyard was silent.

In the silence, only the heart-rending cry of the eldest lady could be heard.

Jiang Xiaogu looked at the third lady, and the third lady's eyes were slightly closed, as if she was enjoying the scene in front of her.

It's almost time to start acting.

"It's you!"

The eldest lady straightened up suddenly, pointed at the third lady and scolded:

"You killed my daughter!"

"The eldest lady is phlegm," the third lady sneered, "that evil beast is clearly your daughter's good pet." ”

Lu Shoulian immediately stood up, "It was you, it was your people who lured the Vermilion Beast here!"

"Really, who is it?"

"That's her!"

Lu Shoulian pointed at Jiang Xiaogu, and suddenly sweated like pulp.

Jiang Xiaogu stood beside Jiang Zhongying, standing with his hands in his hands, dressed in white, and he didn't even have a bloody idea.

"Y-weren't you scratched?"

Jiang Xiaogu flicked his sleeves and looked down at himself, as if looking for a wound.

"You are a pharmacist, you have detoxified the poison yourself!"

Everyone was skeptical of Lu Shoulian's words. But no one hated Jiang Xiaogu, but there was a flattering look in his eyes, hoping that she could help detoxify.

Lu Shoulian shouted unrelentingly: "Someone must have seen her-"

"Enough! Have you forgotten what this place is? This is my son's funeral hall!"

The third lady paused and burst out laughing.

"My son was killed by your daughter's beast. This is the retribution of good and evil, the reincarnation of heaven. ”

"That waterβ€”" Fang Yizhen stepped forward and said hurriedly.

"What's wrong with the water?" the third lady turned her head to look at him sharply, her expression like a yaksha rakshasa in the underworld.

Fang Yizhen couldn't help but take a step back and looked around, "There must be something wrong with that water." It was the water that brought the tiger to it. ”

"Smack. ”

The third lady threw out something and dropped it at Fang Yizhen's feet.

It was a purse, stained with black blood.

"I ask you, what's wrong with the water!"

The third lady approached Fang Yizhen, Fang Yizhen was dripping with cold sweat and kept retreating. The purse was given to Fang Yipo that day and put on it for him with his own hands. It is filled with silver dandan.

The third lady suddenly jumped up, the tip of her sword flashed with cold light, and stabbed straight at Fang Yizhen.

Although everyone knows the contradiction between the compound and the third courtyard, after all, they are all a family, and no one expected that the third lady would really make a move, and they were stunned for a while.

The third lady's sword aura is cold, and she stabs straight to the point, and her cultivation is one level higher than Fang Yizhen, and she is about to succeed.

"Chokβ€”"

Jiang Zhongying stretched out his sword in front of Fang Yizhen, and forcibly blocked the third lady's sword, which shocked the tiger's mouth and bleed.

Fang Yizhen crawled to Lu Shoulian's side.

The third lady looked at Jiang Zhongying in a daze, "You help him block the sword?"

"After all, he is the Fang family. ”

"Okay," the third lady put away her sword, raised her head and laughed, "What a Fang family!"

"Don't say anything. Fang Lecheng, the elder of the Fang family, stood up and touched the ground with his cane.

"No matter how this beast came here, it's always from your compound. I have already killed two descendants of the Fang family, what are you doing with them!"

Immediately, there were several young men, wielding swords across the circle. The roar of the crested tiger gradually decreased, and finally its belly flipped up, and its limbs straightened, and it lay on the ground without moving.

Fang Lecheng's face was full of pain. "The family is unfortunate. But at this point, the culprit is also dead, and the living are more important.

"Lian'er, can you ask this pharmacist to heal the injured?"

"What did you say, the culprit is dead?"

As soon as the third lady spoke, Fang Lecheng's sharp voice made Fang Lecheng tremble in fright. The young men hurriedly protected him and looked at the third lady vigilantly.

"Ten years ago, my Lian'er had an accident, and so did you, calm things down. Now that you know that there is something else hidden in the murder of Por, you still ignore it. 'Fang family, Fang family' every day, have you really regarded my children as relatives!"

Jiang Zhongying sighed and stepped forward to pull the third lady.

"Third lady, don't be like this-"

"Shut up! If you really have backbone, you should kill Fang Yizhen to avenge your brother!"

Jiang Zhongying looked at her in a daze, "We are brothers ...... family"

"Your brother is dead!"

The third lady tore off the hairpin on her head and threw it on the ground, her hair falling loosely, like an evil ghost.

She walked into the mourning hall, carried Fang Yipo's coffin on her shoulder, walked two steps and turned her head, stared at Jiang Zhongying and asked, "Will you come with me?"

Jiang Zhongying looked at her sadly, and the hand holding the sword was bulging.

"I can't go. ”

"Okay! I'll think you'd be dead ten years ago. ”

The third lady's lips trembled, glanced at everyone, her eyes fell on Fang Yizhen's mother and son, and said word by word:

"Mrs. Fang, I will definitely avenge the murder of my son. ”