It turned out that Han Zhi often went back to the cave house with wine and food, and was discovered and sued to the head of the dining house. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info This was originally an inconsequential trivial matter, but Wu Tai, the head of the dining building, saw that the offender was only an outer disciple, so he started to punish the other party to establish his supreme authority in the dining building. Originally, only the Punishment Hall had the right to be punished, but Wu Tai was very self-assured, and the other party was an outer disciple, so he used lynching without permission.

Jiang Xiaofei cautiously reached out to untie the rope. Many of the wounds had scabbed over, and blood was oozing out of the ropes.

Han Zhi gasped, grinning his teeth, but he couldn't help himself and didn't make a sound.

When the rope was gone, Han Zhi fell down like a puddle of mud, and grinned, "Let's go back." ”

Jiang Xiaofei said: "Just go back like this." His voice was cold to the bone, as if he came from the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring. He slowly put Han Zhi on the ground and turned to look at the restaurant where the lights were still on.

Han Zhi stretched out his hand to grab Jiang Xiaofei and said, "Forget it, Lao Tzu can't die yet." ”

Jiang Xiaofei took Han Zhi's hand away and said slowly: "There are some things that can't be forgotten." He felt the same way, and there was a wave of anger in his heart, as if he was about to burst his body, and he urgently needed catharsis. He knew that sometimes if he held back, it would only make others worse.

This time, Han Zhi did not stop. He knows Jiang Xiaofei just as Jiang Xiaofei understands him, once Jiang Xiaofei determines something, no one can stop it.

Jiang Xiaofei walked towards the dining building with firm steps, and there was a faint sound of laughter and laughter in it. He came to the door, raised his hand and pushed it, and the door opened in both directions. Due to the excessive force, the door pieces slammed into the walls on both sides.

The three of them were pushing glasses and drinking wine. When he heard the voice, he stopped all his movements and looked at the door with a surprised face.

"Who is so bold?" The person who spoke was a middle-aged man, and he was unhappy about Jiang Xiaofei's sudden ingress. He was dressed in a gray robe, and his specific identity was not visible. His eyes were piercing, and his jaw was slightly hairy. When he saw that the person who came was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy or an outer disciple, his eyes were slightly condensed, and a sinister smile quietly appeared.

The other two are not very old, they are also about fifteen or sixteen years old, and they are all dressed as outer disciples. When he looked at Jiang Xiaofei, the stunned on his face flashed.

"Who is Wu Tai?" Jiang Xiaofei said coldly. The blood-colored eyes without the slightest emotion stared coldly at the three of them. His chest was full of anger and he was about to erupt. The demon fetus in the body erupted with a strange light, the magic pattern reappeared, and the black qi rose. But he didn't stop it, but let the demon fetus change.

At the same time, countless voices came from the demon womb, constantly shouting: "Kill them." ”

"Hehe, kill them."

"They have mutilated your brother."

"They are your enemies."

"Don't control, release your demon ****."

His black hair fluttered in the wind, his clothes swayed, and his face shone with a strange light.

The three people on the opposite side glanced at each other, and they could all see the consternation in each other's eyes.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "I'm Wu Tai, what do you want to do?" His fingers curled slightly, and the tips of his fingers twitched with stars, constantly beating. He had already seen that Jiang Xiaofei was just a cultivator who had just given birth, and he had not practiced magic powers. And he is already a cultivator of the Qi Transformation Realm, and his overall strength is above the other party. But Jiang Xiaofei was eccentric, which made him uneasy. He hesitated for a moment, not daring to move.

The corners of Jiang Xiaofei's mouth pulled up a smile, strange and inexplicable.

"Good things you did." Word by word burst out of Jiang Xiaofei's mouth, revealing demonic nature.

Wu Tai gritted his teeth, his body jumped out quickly, rolled up a gust of wind, and slammed into Jiang Xiaofei with a punch. Jiang Xiaofei's continuous accumulation of magic skills made him feel a sense of crisis, and he had no choice but to take the lead.

Suddenly, there were ripples in the void, and a rickety figure quietly appeared, like a glimpse of a giant wall, blocking Wu Tai's way, it was the ghost slave.

Wu Tai was in a hurry, and it was too late to restrain him, and then he slammed a punch into the ghost slave.

The place where the ghost slave was hit by his fist shrank and fell, and a black light lit up, and then with a drum, he bounced Wu Tai's fist back.

"Click." Then, the sound of fractures sounded, and in the quiet room, it was clearly audible.

Wu Tai staggered back and retreated until he was standing in the position he had just stood to steady. The hand that had just punched was slowly behind his back, and he couldn't help but tremble. His face was pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans were dripping.

"Who are you?" His voice was hoarse, and he looked at the suddenly rickety figure with a solemn expression.

Jiang Xiaofei's face was blank, and he seemed to be unaware of the sudden appearance of the rickety figure. His eyes were deeply locked on Wu Tai, as if he were looking at a dead object. More and more voices were shouting in his heart, and an extremely cold force was accumulating in his body, and he was on the verge of exploding.

At the same time, there was a voice deep inside him telling himself, "Stop, you can't do that." But the voice grew weak and negligible.

The ghost slave ignored Wu Tai's inquiry, and slowly turned around and walked towards Jiang Xiaofei. I didn't see how he moved, and the lightning pointed to the center of Jiang Xiaofei's eyebrows.

Jiang Xiaofei's body trembled, and a trace of clarity was injected into his mind, like a long drought and a rainstorm. The various sounds in the body suddenly disappeared, and the demon patterns on the demon fetus dimmed in an instant, and the black qi contracted. On the other side, the Dao tire bloomed brightly, and the Dao pattern flashed.

As soon as he shook his body, he fell to the side, completely unconscious.

The ghost slave stretched out his hand and wrapped it around Jiang Xiaofei's fallen body. The void twisted, and the two of them disappeared in an instant.

Wu Tai and the other two stayed there, and there was a storm in their hearts, and they couldn't calm down for a long time.

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The village in the evening, quiet and peaceful. Occasionally, there are naughty children who don't want to go home, and there are bursts of frolicking sounds. Smoke curls all around, and the smell of food wafts through the air. There are farmers who have returned from working in the fields, with simple voices, singing simple mountain songs.

Suddenly, there was a sharp sound of horses' hooves in the distance. At one point, the dog barked.

"The bandits are coming, everyone run for their lives!" I don't know who shouted, and a thick haze instantly hung over the village.

In a panic, there were panicked villagers everywhere. Some villagers who were eating fell down the dishes and chopsticks in their hands and fled in panic.

In the village, a woman is waiting for her husband's return. Hurriedly ran to his house. A five- or six-year-old girl, when she saw her mother coming back, opened her beautiful big eyes and said happily: "Mother, mother, is my father back?" ”

The woman's beautiful face showed a rare composure and calmness. She picked up her daughter, came to a rice jar in the corner of the house, and comforted her while putting her daughter into the rice jar: "Ying'er is good." My mother will play a game with you, and no matter what you hear, don't make a sound. If you do it, when your father brings back the hare, your mother will give you braised rabbit meat, okay? ”

Ying'er responded obediently: "Okay." ”

The woman kissed her daughter deeply on the cheek and covered the jar. The rice jar is small, just enough to accommodate a girl's body.

Immediately, the woman went to the stove again, grabbed a handful of black ash, and smeared it on her face. When she had done this, she hurried to the door, opened a door, and wanted to go out. As soon as she took a step forward, a snow-white blade suddenly lit up next to her. I saw that the knife in my hand fell, drawing an arc, and the crimson blood shot out. Her body fell quickly, and after a slight tremble, she stood still.

Later, a bearded man entered the house with a knife and rummaged through the small room, but found nothing of value. He snorted disappretently. Finally, the rice jar in the corner caught his attention.

He walked towards the rice tank, and when he was about to get close to the rice tank, someone outside the house shouted, "Zhong Er, come out quickly, I found something good." ”

Zhong Er was going to open the lid on the rice jar to take a look, but the call outside the house was very urgent. He thought about it and felt that there should be nothing in the rice tank, so he retreated stupidly.

Ying'er hid in the rice jar and trembled with fright when she heard a series of noises outside. But in my heart, I still remembered the words that my mother had confessed before, and I couldn't help but make a sound.