Chapter Ninety-Seven: Recovering Memory
As soon as Liu Ming wanted to turn his body, a force had already slapped heavily on his back, and he only had time to protect the little boy in his arms, and his whole body was slapped out.
Falling heavily to the ground in the distance, a large stream of blood spurted out of Liu Ming's mouth, and the blood directly stained the clothes of the little boy in his arms.
"Uncle Liu!"
The little boy's eyes widened in horror, and his little hands tightly grasped the hem of Liu Ming's blood-stained clothes.
"Ahem, I'm fine, young master. Ahem......"
Slowly getting up, Liu Ming comforted the little boy while wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth.
"Heh, you can still stand up after being hit by my poisonous palm, you are not bad, but I advise you not to use Yuan Li in vain, otherwise it will only speed up your death."
With a cool smile, the long hair of the black Jiao's shawl swayed in the wind, covering half of his cheeks, but he only showed his cold eyes and looked at Liu Ming as if he were looking at a dead man.
"Give this kid to me, and I may give you the antidote."
Stretching out a hand to Liu Ming, the black Jiao's indistinguishable voice came again.
"Phew, even if I die, I won't let you hurt the little master."
Drawing out the long sword he was carrying, Liu Ming pulled the little boy behind him.
"Little master, you can run as fast as you see the opportunity in a while, run as far as you can, and I will try my best to stop him. Little master, that's all Liu Ming can do for the young master, for the sake of Liujiazhuang, you have to live, you must live! ”
Holding the little boy's hand tightly, Liu Ming's eyes were firmly fixed on the black Jiao opposite.
"Uncle Liu. Let's go together. ”
Looking at Liu Ming's back with tears in his eyes, the little boy's voice choked.
"Don't delay, let's go!"
Pushing the little boy out, Liu Ming waved his long sword and ran towards Heijiao. The little boy glanced back at Liu Ming, who was entangled with the black Jiao, gritted his teeth, wiped away the tears that flowed out, and ran towards the dark distance with his Yuan Li.
Run, run, run faster! For Liu Jiazhuang, for my grandfather, for Liu Ming, and for all the people who died tragically, I must not die. Take revenge! You must live to take revenge!
The little boy bit his lip tightly and ran for his life. His lip was bitten and blood was dripping, and he didn't even notice it.
The little body that was only eight years old couldn't withstand such a fierce run at all, not to mention that he was still desperately squeezing the Yuan Force in his body, even if he was a genius in Yuan Force cultivation, he was too young.
I don't know how far I ran. His eyes grew dark. After the last bit of light in his eyes faded. The boy fell to the ground.
About a quarter of an hour later, a figure appeared next to the little boy who had passed out, and he crouched down and stretched out his hand to probe the little boy's neck. Then he gently peeled off his clothes. I saw a black palm print on the back of the little boy's heart.
Pulling up the little boy's clothes, someone picked him up, and disappeared in a few steps.
When the little boy opened his eyes again, he had already arrived at the headquarters of the Treasure Pavilion, located in the palace on the Infinite Cliff beyond the Fallen Immortal Forest.
Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, the little boy was dazed and found that he didn't remember anything, and under the kind guidance of the middle-aged man, the little boy worshipped him as his father-in-law......
Exhaled deeply, Wu Meiyong felt a depression in her heart, not spitting out unhappy!
With this nightmare tonight, the memories that I had been entangled for nearly fifteen years were finally recovered, but with it came greater doubts and hatred.
The blood feud of more than 200 people in Liujiazhuang, the mysterious black dragon mask man, what are these for?
What is Liu Jiazhuang guarding that is worthy of a master like the Black Dragon Mask Man to kill and make a crazy move to slaughter a family of inheritance?
Thinking hard, Wu Meiyong, also known as Chen Xuebo, frowned deeply.
This matter is by no means simple, and it is impossible for his mother not to investigate such a big matter, but now there is no rumor about Chen Jiazhuang's revenge for Liu Jiazhuang on the rivers and lakes.
And......
Thinking of the news that Mrs. Chenjiazhuang had passed away for more than ten years, Wu Meiyong's face became even more gloomy.
It has been so many years since her mother died, and the current Mrs. Chen who is rumored in the rivers and lakes is also the bitter and domineering Aunt Zhang in her memory, and she doesn't know what kind of life her sister Chen Lianyue has lived for so many years, but if she wants to come to Chenjiazhuang to be in charge of the house, her sister will not have a very good time.
took out her jade pendant from her clothes, looking at this jade pendant that was almost exactly the same as Chen Lianyue, Wu Meiyong flipped the jade pendant over, and saw a sentence engraved on it, 'Flowing never sleeps'.
"The sky never sleeps, and the clouds rise from the place of eternal life".
Whispering softly, Wu Meiyong thought of Chen Lianyue and Chen Tianmeng, and a smile finally appeared on her gloomy face. At least my sister looks good now, and my little nephew is also cute, but where is my brother-in-law?
Also, my sister is right in front of me, do I recognize it or not?
Looking at the flickering candles, Wu Meiyong fell into contemplation again, and sat straight until dawn.
It wasn't until she heard the sound from outside that Wu Meiyong came back to her senses, and then she realized that she had actually sat at the table all night, and she didn't even know when the candlestick burned out.
Standing up and moving her sore limbs, Wu Meiyong washed her face with cold water, and then changed her clothes and walked out of the room.
When I came to the balcony and watched the rising sun, the warm sunlight shining on my body dispelled the coldness of the night. Wu Meiyong looked at the sky and frowned slightly.
"It's not time yet, wait a little longer, wait for Xiao Si'er to bring back the news of the past few years."
Making a decision, Wu Meiyong adjusted her expression, and the whole person returned to her usual state, turned around and walked down the stairs, still so calm and capable, smiling.
A new day has begun again, to investigate the cause of the destruction of my grandfather's family, and to take revenge, but everything must be carried out quietly, and I can't affect my father-in-law's Treasure Pavilion......
On the outskirts of Tianyuan City
"How is it, what does the hall master say?"
Seeing that the purple bird walked back with the note conveyed by the letter bird, the black crow hurriedly stood up and asked.
"The hall master has agreed to my plan, let's start preparing immediately, and tomorrow we will send Chen Lianyue to hell!"
Handing the note to the crow, the purple bird walked over to the fire and sat down, reaching out to roast a pheasant on a branch.
"Don't worry, I put a lot of poison this time, as long as they get a secret weapon, keep them in hell."
Throwing the note into the fire, the crow glanced at the bottles and cans on the side, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.
"That's the best!"
Glancing at the black crow, the purple bird waved his hand.
"Settle breakfast quickly and get ready right away."
"Yes!"
There were many responses from all around, and then they disappeared. (To be continued......)