115, Li Zhu'er's revenge

"But you can't do it like this—" Guo sighed.

"It's okay, I'm proficient in the method of detoxification, and Ashnade also said that this poison can't kill me, but as she said, I may have to rely on the poison of this ghost worm for the rest of my life, hahahaha-cough-cough-cough-cough-I will use my skin as a container to dissolve snake venom, I hope my life is long enough, and when I die, I can completely dissolve its toxicity." ”

"But what if—" Guo Hua wanted to say, if he didn't live long enough, wouldn't his previous efforts be wasted, and then his corpse itself would become a source of poison.

"In case, when the time comes, the tribesmen will take my body out of the valley and transport it to the sea in the far north, where the sea water will freeze more than ten feet thick in the cold winter for ten thousand years, and burying the body there will also protect future generations. ”

"You've thought so well. Guo Yu couldn't help pinching his earlobe and smiled.

"Hahahaha, people like ours can only live like this, even if it is our lives, it is just a tool to seek justice, for thousands of years, our clan has sacrificed thousands of people in order to protect this place? Hey, I really hope that the world will always be peaceful, there will be no deception, no killing, and the burden on our shoulders will be lighter. ”

Guo Hua didn't answer his topic positively, just shook his head and smiled bitterly, he didn't want to lie to him, after all, outside this paradise, there was a war for many years.

"Ahh

Luoyang. Palace. Winter nights, chilly to the bone.

A heart-rending howl, a sharp pain, a heartache, and a lot of anger mixed in. This voice came from the dormitory of Emperor An Lushan of Dayan.

However, the royal guards, eunuchs, and palace maids guarding outside the hall were all deaf, and Mu Mu looked at the void of the night, as if they hadn't heard anything.

Just earlier this night, An Qingxu and Yan Zhuang recruited Li Zhu'er again.

It's just that this time Sanada Jinggang and the Peacock King were not invited, and the three of them drank slowly, their expressions were solemn, and even Li Zhu'er's usual cynical smile was gone.

He guessed that maybe tonight, they would let themselves do it.

"Sanada and His Hoking's side, it's ready. ”

An Qingxu said abruptly, how happy he was at the beginning, looking forward to the plan being faster, but when it came to the end, there was still a little panic and loss in his heart, probably this is the gain and loss in the mouths of those monks.

"Manager Li, let's do it tonight, otherwise I will be a mermaid sooner or later, and I will die. Yan Zhuang stared into his eyes and said word by word.

Li Zhu'er finally smiled, it was a contemptuous smile that faintly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said in his heart - you literati are verbose and kill people, look at you seriously.

Li Zhu'er didn't respond, he stared at An Qingxu.

An Qingxu was a little distracted, and it took a while to realize that Li Zhu'er was staring at him, which was an inquiring look.

An Qingxu nodded vigorously, and Li Zhu'er also nodded vigorously in response to him.

Afterwards, the three of them didn't say anything more, just blindly ate and drank.

It was a tasteless feast, but everyone kept stuffing things into their mouths and chewing hard.

The knife was prepared by An Qingxu, it was a scimitar that was as bright as a sheep's horn, and the slender scimitar was cold and seductive.

An Qingxu took out the knife, pulled it out and shook it in front of Li Zhu'er, meaning to let him see that the knife was sharp enough, and go boldly. Then the knife was put into the sheath and placed in front of Li Zhu'er.

Li Zhu'er never looked at the knife squarely, until the moment of the child, he really couldn't eat it anymore, burped a few times, and rubbed his stomach after a big meal, before he put the knife in his arms, smiled at An Qingxu and Yan Zhuang, and left first.

An Qingxu and Yan Zhuang also came out later, and there were already twenty masters waiting in the courtyard.

They didn't doubt Li Zhu'er's ability, but as a son and a subordinate for many years, they naturally understood the martial arts of An Lushan's generation of heroes.

At this time, he was seriously ill and blind again, otherwise, it was unknown whether they would have had the courage to do it.

Li Zhu'er has become very confused under An Lushan's long-term abuse**, except for An Qingxu, he hardly trusts anyone, and rarely talks to others.

If there was still some light in the depths of his heart, it was his compassion for the lowly.

Of course, he does not sympathize with everyone, some people die in his opinion, some people even deserve to die with a thousand knives, ten thousand arrows through the heart, and even he is willing to personally torture some people to the point that they cannot survive and die.

The only sympathy in his heart was for those little eunuchs and little palace maids, as well as those servants and maids who didn't know how to please their masters, and those subordinates who were often whipped by the old lady of the master mother for doing wrong things.

Because it took him a long, long time to make himself less than whipped by his master.

He had helped a lot, and at least he could remind them that the old lady was in a bad mood today, so be careful when she spoke. When you serve tea, you have a little longer eyes, and you can come out as soon as you are done......

Although it is only a few inconspicuous words, it saves people from scolding, scourging, and even death.

Over time, in An Lushan's mansion, and even later in the Luoyang Palace, most of those bitter people were full of good feelings towards him.

Although he usually doesn't pay much attention to these people, they are willing to die for him.

Just now, when Li Zhu'er came to An Lushan's dormitory with the sheep's horn dagger handed to him by An Qingxu, he just smiled at the little palace maids and eunuchs guarding outside the door, and then habitually raised a finger and shook it-

"Shhh ”

With that, he took small steps casually and moved his fat body in.

In the dormitory, the sound of thunderous snoring shook people's hearts and was very uncomfortable. The curtains and bedding on the dragon's bed were torn up in a mess and scattered all over the ground.

In the winter of these years, An Lushan's joints were tingling like pinpricks, and his toes, knees, fingers, shoulders and even every bone joint on his body were so swollen and painful that it was as if a deep cut had been cut in every joint, and a handful of salt had been stuffed into it - soreness, stinging, clammy and cold.

As a result, sleep became extremely difficult, with a lot of alcohol, a long struggle, tearing a few bedding and throwing away a few pillows.

Li Zhu'er walked to the bed—frankly, his steps were still a little slower than usual, although he was also fat enough to walk slowly—and he stood in front of the bed for a full stick of incense.

He clenched his fists hard, and he felt that in this short period of incense, he had lost weight, and he had lost weight several times.

An Lushan's sleeping appearance was not flattering, he was on his back, exhaling bursts of wine with his mouth open, and his round body was like a big fat pig swollen after drowning.

Over the years, perhaps because of the stubborn illness, he has long lost the vigilance of the former generation of heroes, or perhaps he feels that the breath and footsteps of the people who come are very familiar.

In short, he slept soundly.

Li Zhu'er tried his best to hold his breath not to be overwhelmed by the smell of wine exhaled by An Lushan, he held the sheep's horn dagger in his hand, thought about it, and slammed it into his stomach.

Maybe you can pierce his heart, but this dagger is too short, maybe there is no dagger in this world that is long enough to hide around him and not be discovered, and it can really stab An Lushan in the heart - because he is so fat, his chest is full of fat, and it is very difficult to judge the location of the heart.

"Ahh

A sharp heartache.

An Lushan slapped away the person around him with a palm, and suddenly sat up and rolled out of bed.

"It's a thief—ah—"

Li Zhu'er was beaten and rolled aside, and the dagger was left in An Lushan's body. An Lushan touched the handle of the dagger, pulled it out, and looked around with angry eyes.

"Li Zhu'er, come here-"

"Pig, come here—"

An Lushan shouted angrily, his eyes were not long blind, but he was still habitually looking around, and his blank and vague pupils were even more hideous and terrifying.

After all, after many years of master-slave life, Li Zhu'er is still full of fear of An Lushan in his heart. Hearing An Lushan's call, he couldn't help but snort softly.

With just one hum, he betrayed his position.

An Lushan's round body was bullied and grabbed Li Zhu'er's neck.

"Little brute, aren't you afraid of death?"

Before Li Zhu'er could respond, An Lushan had already pierced the dagger into his thigh, making Li Zhu'er scream in pain.

"Little brute, I have raised you for so many years, and I dare to betray me-"

As he spoke, An Lushan pulled out the dagger and stabbed it again. Painful and afraid, Li Zhu'er was incontinent for a while, and a bubble of urine trickled down his trouser leg and splashed a lot.

"Hahahaha," this time irritated An Lushan, he viciously pressed Li Zhu'er down, pressed his round head to the floor, and kept rubbing it in the urine stains.

"Little brute, little miscellaneous man, I should have killed you and your people in the first place, killed together, killed together—hahahaha"

An Lushan's face was hideous, although he couldn't see Li Zhu'er's frightened face, he could still feel his fear, which made him extremely excited, and even forgot about his own pain.

He dangled the dagger in one hand, and rubbed Li Zhu'er's face on the ground with the other, and in a few clicks, Li Zhu'er's nose and lips were rubbed open, and blood covered his face and neck.

"Kill—"

"Kill—"

"Kill—"

A low but hateful killing sound came out of Li Zhu'er's mouth in pain.

Hearing An Lushan mention the killing of his clansmen completely ignited the anger in his heart, and he didn't care that he was being controlled by others at this time—he would be killed at any time—and he was humming the word kill kill with difficulty.

At that time, An Lushan led an army to attack his tribe, killing almost all of his people, and his parents, grandfather and grandmother also died in that disaster.

The Khitans were brave and good at fighting, but he was so weak at that time that he could only let An Lushan ** abuse.

Kill-kill-kill-

He had meditated in his heart over and over again, and he had been afraid that he would say it in his sleep for countless nights.

An Lushan** him, wantonly played with his body, forced him to eat a big bowl of meat and rice, and made him a ghost and a ghost.