Chapter 42: Pigs and Dogs Are Inferior

"Xue Dingtian is a generation of heroes, how can he do something that is not as good as pigs and dogs, it is clearly an excuse for you to kill someone. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Chunzhu is resentful.

"Hmph, if Lao Tzu hadn't seen it with his own eyes and killed me, I wouldn't have believed that Xue Dingtian was such a brute. Mo Baisheng gritted his teeth and said.

"What did Xue Dingtian do? You actually killed him and his two concubines. "Qingtong also heard about this thirty years ago.

Thirty years ago, a generation of heroes Xue Dingtian was killed in his own home, Qingtong knew about it. Xue Dingtian was brutally killed, and his concubines were also killed, and they were plagued by pond fish. It is said that Xue Dingtian's concubine died a particularly tragic death, and her bones and internal organs were shocked into pulp and powder by magic, and wrapped in skin.

"Who said that woman was his concubine. Mo Baisheng smiled coldly: "That woman is a disciple of the Yuxian Sect, and the tragic death of this disciple of the Yuxian Sect is the poisonous hand of Xue Dingtian to force a confession." ”

Chunzhu and Qingtong, although they felt that Mo Baisheng's words were a little incredible, they were still willing to listen to Mo Baisheng's defense.

Mo Baisheng said: When he arrived at Xue Dingtian's house, Xue Dingtian was not at home, and a big copper lock guarded the gate.

He didn't know where Xue Dingtian had gone at that time, and he also knew that such an important secret book as "Refining Ghosts and Exorcising Souls" would not be kept at home casually, and he would definitely carry it with him.

In desperation, Mo Baisheng could only stay near Xue's mansion, planning to wait for the rabbit.

The hard work paid off, and Mo Baisheng waited until the evening of the seventh day, and Xue Dingtian finally came back in a carriage.

He was afraid that Xue Dingtian would find out about his existence, so he could only jump onto a big tree outside Xue Dingtian's courtyard and spy on the situation in the courtyard.

Mo Baisheng saw that Xue Dingtian's two servants followed Xue Dingtian, carried the three sacks in the carriage to a room, and then left.

Mo Baisheng, who was hiding in a big tree outside the courtyard, noticed that the two servants only used sign language and did not pronounce words. He guessed that the two servants must be deaf and dumb.

Mo Baisheng wondered again, Xue Dingtian is such a big hero, he lives in such a big courtyard, how can there be only two servants? This seems unreasonable.

He looked at the deserted and strange courtyard, and thought to himself: "Maybe these heroes are pretentious and high-minded, and they don't even bother to use their servants, or perhaps, he is afraid that there are too many servants, the good and the bad, and the cold and cold, which one of them is a spy and has secretly learned his skills." ”

He thought about it again: "Why the fuck so much, he'd better not have a servant, and when Lao Tzu starts, there will be less trouble." ”

Mo Baisheng gently fell into Xue Dingtian's courtyard, and first touched the residence of the two servants. In the dim light, the two servants sat opposite each other, as if they had settled down, with expressionless faces and slightly closed eyes.

Mo Baisheng didn't alarm them, turned around and touched the room that Xue Dingtian walked into. At this moment, the two servants suddenly opened their eyes. One servant had a happy face, and the other shook his head incessantly, and his expression was different.

Mo Bosheng did not notice the change in the two servants, and he was taking every step carefully, for fear of making a noise or falling into the trap of the courtyard because he always felt that this place was not usual.

But everything was very different from what he imagined, and he came to Xue Dingtian's window very smoothly. He was just about to pierce the window paper when a woman's angry scolding from inside startled him.

Then I heard Xue Dingtian laugh lewdly and evilly: "Little baby, do you say it, don't tell me? If you don't tell me again, I'll pinch it here, say it or not, say it or not, is it comfortable?"

"Kill me, kill me, auntie, me, what, what—" said the woman in the room weakly.

"I didn't expect this generation of heroes to have this hobby, yes, they can be ingenious in anything. Mo Baisheng shook his head, put his finger in his mouth, dipped his saliva, and moistened a hole in the window paper.

He leaned his eyes up, still thinking to himself, "I wonder what new tricks they play?"

"Shameless. Chunzhu blushed.

"Indecent. Qingtong glared at Mo Baisheng angrily.

"Wrong, I was wrong. Mo Baisheng shook his head, let out a long sigh, and his voice trembled slightly: "Things are different from what I imagined, there is a difference between heaven and earth, it is not the Spring Festival ecstasy, but the purgatory of the world." ”

Mo Baisheng said: He looked into the house through the small hole in the pierced window paper. On the back wall of the room, three Dao Gu, one in his forties, and the other two in their twenties, hung side by side.

The one who was talking to Xue Dingtian was the middle-aged Dao Gu, the middle-aged Dao Gu, who seemed to have been tortured endlessly, and looked extremely weak, but she couldn't see a trace of external injury.

Xue Dingtian looked at the middle-aged Dao Gu and cooed a few strange laughs: "Why bother? ”

The middle-aged Dao Gu smiled, very desolate, she snorted: "Xue Dingtian, what you want, Poor Dao doesn't have it at all, and I don't know where it's hidden?

"You don't say it, do you?" Xue Dingtian smiled coldly: "Then let's make a game, and after we finish it, I don't think you can talk about it?"

He turned around and pinched the rope that was tied to the young Dao Gu's body, and grinned: "Stinky nun, have you heard of the magic of ghost grinding?

"You, what do you want to do?" the middle-aged Dao Gu's voice trembled.

"Play the game, don't be nervous. Xue Dingtian glanced at the middle-aged Dao Gu and grabbed the young Dao Gu's hand: "What a beautiful hand, tsk, I will make it more weak and boneless." ”

He pinched the young Dao Gu's hand, and Mo Baisheng saw that the Dao Gu's hand suddenly hung down softly, but the skin was intact.

Dao Gu stared at her frightened eyes, and her forehead was sweating profusely from pain. In less than a cup of tea, the young Dao Gu, like a skin filled with water, collapsed on the ground at the shouts of her master.

To Mo Baisheng's surprise, this little Daoist aunt didn't say a word from beginning to end, even if it was a slight **.

"Is it fun?" Xue Dingtian smiled sinisterly: "My ghost has turned the bones and muscles of your apprentice's body into powder, only this skin is still intact." ”

He kicked lightly, and the young Dao Gu's body trembled slightly like a water bladder: "Not bad, I think you still know each other, let's talk about it." Not to mention, your other apprentice also ended up like this. ”

"No!" Xue Dingtian stared at another little Taoist girl, and suddenly smiled lewdly and evilly: "This little beauty, Tianxiang Guose, I should be able to do something else with her." Stinky Daogu, do you want to see it?"

The middle-aged Dao Gu closed her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks.