Uncle Nine sighed slightly in his heart, and his eyes stayed on Shi Jian, with a smile of vicissitudes in his eyes: "Shi Jian, give me a good time!" ”

Shi Jian let out a sneer, slowly came to Uncle Jiu, and said, "Ah Jiu, although you are usually more pedantic, you are still very face-saving. However, I still think that you are a good person, and you and I should not be enemies.

Pity..... That's what fate is.

What last words do you have to say before you die? After all, as long as it's not too demanding, I'll help you complete it! ”

Uncle Jiu's face was already dark, his eyes became a little dull, and he said weakly: "I hope that after I die, you can bury my body and Wen Caiqiusheng together."

I didn't teach these two apprentices well when I was alive, so I'll teach them after I die! With that, he closed his eyes and waited for the judgment of fate.

Shi Jian listened to what Uncle Jiu said, smiled slightly, and said: "Ah Jiu, it's Ah Jiu, when I was dying, I could still say such touching words, I was almost moved by you."

However, since this is Ah Jiu's last words, then I, as a senior brother, agreed, and when you die, I will bury you and those two untalented guys together, which can be regarded as fulfilling your last wish.

Ah Jiu, take another look at this beautiful world, you won't have a chance to look at it in the future, haha...."

Shi Jian let out a knowing laugh to show his happy mood at this time.

Uncle Nine opened his godless eyes, looked at Shi Jian, who couldn't stop laughing, and said in a deep voice: "I will finally call you a senior brother, and give you a word of advice before you die, you will kill yourself if you do too much injustice!" ”

"Ah Jiu, although your words are very ugly, Senior Brother will not blame you, after all, you are now seriously injured and dying, your thoughts are a little confused, and it is understandable to talk nonsense."

Shi Jian was not angered by Uncle Jiu's words, but replied lightly.

"That's all there is to it, let's do it!" Uncle Nine snorted coldly.

"In that case, then Ah Jiu, you can say goodbye to this world!"

Shi Jian stretched out his right hand, and bursts of blue lightning flashed above his palm, like a bright light in this night sky.

The lightning slowly converged, and finally formed a ten-centimeter-sized ball of lightning, which constantly made a sizzling sound.

"Farewell!" Shi Jian shouted, and wanted to hit the thunder and lightning ball in his hand at Uncle Jiu's head, wanting to kill him with one blow.

Suddenly, a black shadow like smoke and mist, with two red lights flashing in his eyes, imprisoned Shi Jian from behind in one fell swoop.

Looking at the ninth uncle on the ground, the black shadow let out a low roar and said, "Master, hurry up, I won't last long." ”

This black shadow is none other than the red-clothed ghost just now.

And why does the red-clothed ghost call Uncle Nine the master, because the red-clothed ghost has the soul of Wencai in his body, and normally the weak soul of Wencai cannot dominate.

Before the red-clothed ghost was attacked by Dao thunder and lightning, his consciousness had already suffered a heavy blow from the Dao, and his control over the body became weaker, so he was mainly opposed by Wencai and temporarily controlled the body of the red-clothed ghost.

However, the time will not be long, at most it will be ten seconds, and the red-clothed ghost will return to its dominant position, which is why Wen will shout to remind Uncle Nine.

How could Uncle Nine miss such an opportunity, picked up the peachwood sword that fell to the side, struggled to get up, held the sword in both hands, and stabbed Shi Jian's throat.

This happened between the lightning and flint, and Shi Jian's sudden betrayal of the red-clothed ghost made him a little stunned and forgot to resist.

Seeing the fatal sword stabbed by Uncle Jiu, his face changed suddenly, his eyes were accompanied by a heavy panic, and he secretly said in his heart: "It's over!" ”

Shi Jian had already imagined the effect of the peachwood sword stabbing into his throat, and a trace of blood splashed in the air, accompanied by the laughter of the ninth uncle after his victory.

Shi Jian was angry in his heart but had no choice, his body was tightly clamped by the red-clothed ghost temporarily controlled by Wen Cai and he couldn't move, but there was a little more hatred and a trace of unwillingness.

did not open his mouth to beg for mercy, from the moment he was fastened, Shi Jian remained silent, with a faint sense of loss and regret in his eyes.

At this time, when everything was over, Shi Jian's thoughts had already drifted to the sky. thought that Mo Li had not yet started a family, that he had not yet embraced his grandson, and that he had not yet enjoyed the joy of family.....

My heart was full of remorse for myself, if I had just put away the ghost in red, I wouldn't have had time to betray it; If, I didn't talk so much nonsense just now, and killed Uncle Nine directly, there would be no such thing, if..... Just now....

There aren't so many things in life if you can do it all over again, which proves the old saying: "The villain dies by talking too much!" ”

In short, everything was imagined by Shi Jian at this moment.

"Poof!"

Sure enough, the sound of blood spurting out of the air reached Shi Jian's ears, and at the same time, he felt that the restraining force that was holding his body disappeared.

In the deepest part of Shi Jian's heart, he let out a sigh and fell straight backwards.

But instead of falling to the ground, he was caught by a pair of broad hands, and a greeting voice sounded: "Father, are you alright?" ”

Shi Jian heard a familiar voice, but he felt that it was an illusion caused by the passing of life, so he did not respond.

Wang Yu, who caught Shi Jian's body, looked at Shi Jian, who was unresponsive, thinking that he was seriously injured and in a coma, so he quickly shook it lightly twice, and shouted, "Father, are you okay?" ”

"Huh," Shi Jian felt that something was wrong, and slowly opened his eyes, looking at Mo Li, who cared about him, his eyes suddenly became a little shihi, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

His voice trembled a little and said, "I'm fine, Shaojian!" ”

Immediately, leaving Mo Li's support, he looked at Uncle Jiu, who had fallen to the ground and was lifeless, and sighed slightly: "Shaojian, why did you suddenly feel it?" ”

Glancing at Uncle Jiu, Mo Li said softly: "When you left the Ren Mansion, I felt a trembling feeling, and a bad omen slowly rose in my heart.

I always felt that something bad was going to happen to me, and then I felt that there was a powerful mana fluctuation on this side, so I came over to see what was going on.

Fortunately, I arrived just in time, and I happened to see the scene just now, so I rescued you, otherwise I would have regretted it. ”

Mo Li's true feelings were revealed, and his face was full of fear, and the peach wood sword of the ninth uncle just now was only a centimeter away from Shi Jian's throat.

If Mo Li came a minute late, then Shi Jian would really say goodbye to the world.

No matter how ruthless and cunning Shi Jian is, no matter how ruthless he is, it is also Mo Li's father, whose blood is thicker than water.