Chapter Twenty-Four: A Moment of Greed and Joy as a Guest
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At that time, where had Pujia seen such a night, she had learned to take people's lives since she could remember. What haunts me is the terrifying eyes and distorted faces of people who are dying. Everyone regarded her as a ruthless knife and couldn't avoid it, but no one thought that she was also an innocent girl.
If the soul of her knife had expected this earlier, she might have been able to confuse Pu Jia and ask for her life. But fate is destined to have its own providence, or mortals are probably ignorant, and the heads of immortals should be brighter, or the immeasurable god monarch had really good luck that day, and he wore the right clothes to make Pu Jia, who is not familiar with the world, fall in love at first sight.
All these assumptions are difficult to elaborate. The first love of a sixteen-year-old girl is a matter of moments. Infinite broke into Pu Jia's heart, and never asked her if she agreed.
It was a vain and beautiful night. The small one-room boudoir cast the fairy method, and the young eyebrows and eyes were smiling like water. The handsome Shenjun lowered his head and inserted a flower hairpin for the woman beside him. The woman bit her lip and pulled out a dagger from her waist.
Wuliang was about to hand it out when he took the candy man, and raised his eyebrows: "What?" The girl is still going to kill me? β
Pu Jia shook her head: "The Divine Monarch appeared today, thinking that there was something important. No mortal can spy on the will of heaven, and I dare not guess. The Divine Monarch asked me if I wanted to know when I would be able to get out of the sea of suffering, and I wanted to know now. β
Wuliang opened his mouth, and his throat was a little astringent.
Pu Jia took care of himself and held the dagger in front of him, the cold light was shining, it was an extremely sharp dagger, and the materials were excellent. "I have lived in Ruanfu since I was a child, and my only ability is to kill people. I have a blood debt, and I have not been greedy for a good death. The voice was flat and unemotional.
"The Divine Monarch gave me a night of peace in the world, although I have never been upheld by my parents, I always understand the principle of courtesy. This dagger has followed me for as long as I can remember, and it has never been unsheathed. It's the cleanest thing I've ever had. β
Seeing the stars in Pu Jia's eyes, Wuliang smiled at him with firmness and sincerity. He shook his head and thought to himself, this is the simplest and cleanest girl. No fairy in Yao Chi can compare.
He forgot that he was originally here, and just wanted to get a glimpse of Pu Jia's extreme yin's life.
He took the dagger, touched Pujia's hair, and smiled lightly: "Don't mind, girl, I'm just going down to have fun." It doesn't hurt to tell you your fate, the girl's life is very good, she has to have a fateful person, enjoy the blessings of heaven, and it is a very smooth road. β
Pu Jia looked up sharply with surprise: "Shenjun is serious?" β
Wuliang nodded, and nodded again. There was a thick mist hidden in his eyes.
At that time, Pu Jia was already the number one secret guard in Ruan's Mansion, and a flying knife made it very good. She hid people in her heart, and her heart longed for escape became more and more keen. Sometimes they desperately seek people's lives, just for the reward of ransom. Sometimes he is inexplicably afraid, afraid that he will not be able to escape and will die under someone else's knife.
She walked often, stretched out her right hand to check the pulse of her left hand, and then sighed. Looking at the sky, it seems that he is not so afraid.
But four years have passed, and it has never appeared again.
It's not that he doesn't want to appear, because of his obsession, he stayed in the underworld for several months, but the judge clenched his life and could not be tampered with, and the Nine Heavens Immeasurable Immortal Monarch was notoriously irritable, and smashed the Siming Pavilion with his sleeves in a fit of anger. moved the immortal magic to force the judge to change his life, and the judge is also a hard bone, accustomed to seeing this infatuated man and woman in the world, he snorted coldly and shattered the fairy spirit on the spot, and he didn't want to change his life if he didn't want to give in.
The rules are solemn, and a small fight is not a problem, and when I go to a judge, I can't tolerate it. The Immortal Emperor sent eighty-one soldiers to capture and go to the execution platform. Wuliang didn't put it in his eyes, pinched his fingers, there was only one day left before the four years, and he hurriedly recited the immortal recipe and rushed to the world.
At that time, Pu Jia had scraped together enough 90,000 taels of silver, and she counted the pass carefully, perhaps thinking that she would no longer hold a knife in the future, or thinking of her sweetheart. A smile finally appeared in his eyebrows. She handed over the petition and returned the Dark Guard Knife she had with her. Finally stepped out of Ruan's mansion with ease.
But when she stepped out of Ruan's mansion, she didn't know where to go.
She underestimated the sinister heart of the human heart, and forgot that she was in a blood debt. The grievances in the world have always been cut and sorted out. The number of people who coveted her life was uncountable, and with every step she took, she seemed to see someone in the shadows watching her.
Pu Jia goes on a rainy night, and she will do nothing but kill her. I've been living on the streets for three days, and I haven't had a good meal. She was stabbed in the ribs, but she didn't know to go to the hospital. The body is vain, and he staggers all the way to the wild to find some wild fruits. But it happened that there were already people in ambush in the wilderness.
Fourteen years of killers, Pu Jia is very familiar with this business. When the knife swirled, she expected to score correctly. Lying on the ground, he drew his knife with his backhand, remembering that the knife that had been with him for fourteen years had been handed over, and he reached out to his waist to find the dagger that saved his life.
yes, she smiled. The cleanest dagger had been given to the black-clothed and black-crowned Divine Monarch that night.
Without self-defense weapons, he is already weak and even more invincible. After running for half a mile, he finally fell to his knees on a hillside and knelt down. The sore in her abdomen was gushing bright red, and she looked at the starry sky. It's like the lights that night.
It's too late, and there is no help. The body is already weak after years of knife wounds, not to mention the torture of these days.
He wasn't too late, he heard Pu Jia's last words.
The pale voice was soaked in heavy blood, and the person in his arms kept gasping, and his arms were shaking. Intermittently spat out the words she had wanted to say for a long time.
"The words of the Divine Monarch are really not wrong, and he has a sweetheart and enjoys the blessings of heaven. It is a great blessing for me to meet the Divine King. Now that I am buried in this vast field, with the sun and the moon as my companion, it is also a rare blessing. I have lived for twenty years, and I feel that this life is enough. I'm glad that the Divine Monarch can finally come and see me. Only, it's a pity. β
She swallowed her last breath and opened her mouth to say the last sentence, but the wound suddenly hurt, and it seemed that it didn't hurt anymore. The sky full of stars seemed to be covered with a layer of black cloth, she left the mortal womb leisurely, and the ghost sent her to capture her and dragged her to the ghost gate. She turned her head in pain and saw that the black-clothed Divine Monarch had his head down, and his bones were pale. The voice is still gentle:
"What is the pity? I listened. β
The heavenly soldiers rode the auspicious clouds and rushed violently, and the leading general read the will of the Immortal Emperor and asked: "Immeasurable Divine Monarch, are you guilty?!" β
She thought, it turns out that her name is immeasurable, immeasurable future, immeasurable immortal path. What a name. Her neck tightened, and the ghost had already exerted her strength, and she couldn't delay any longer, so she paused and staggered to the underworld to report.
Wuliang twisted his eyebrows, recited the immortal recipe to protect Pu Jia's mortal body, and raised his hand to use the immortal power to fight. He has been a god for ten thousand years, and he has always been at ease, and the heavens have been clear and clear, and he has never felt as heavy as tonight. He thought in his heart, if it was really heaven's will that could not be violated, he had known that this was the case, why did he waste those four years and spend it fighting in the underworld in vain.
Seeing that the two sides are about to move again. A figure floated leisurely in the sky, with a moon-white robe and a silver crown. The man in the white shirt frowned, and his voice condensed and asked: "Immeasurable, Hugh is proud." Have you ever thought that if you confess your sins as soon as possible, you can still catch this girl in the next life, so miserable, harming others and yourself. β
"Besides, I can see the last wish in the heart of a mortal in the Heavenly Mirror of my Dome Palace, you really don't want to know?"