Fu Zhu absentmindedly flipped through the content behind it, and it was full of unfamiliar names.

Sun family, Sun Wuxi, Sun Yinshou, Chu family, Chu concubine heart, Yang family, Yang Qingxu, You family, You family...... Shi Jiangjiang, Tao Ruoyu, Su Xianzhi......

Densely packed with names, seeing that she gradually couldn't recognize some words, Fu Zhu had some vague guesses in her heart, but she still stubbornly wanted an answer, she asked Wu Sheng, "What is this?" ”

There was a hint of coldness in Wu Sheng's eyes, he lowered his eyes, and his tone became very light, "They are all people who participated in the interception and killing of A-Niang." ”

"They are all the children of Fang Waitian's great clan."

There are also some small families scattered and attached to them, countless, just like these thousands of Hengsha.

Fu Zhu was so angry that his hands were shaking, and the slender knuckles of his fingers were particularly obvious due to the exertion, and they were slightly white.

She took a deep breath and calmly asked, "Why?" ”

Where did the senior sister offend them and ask so many people to besiege her?

And these are all monks from Fang Waitian, not from the demon clan......

Wu Sheng was a little silent, and after a while, he spoke, "Because of me and the Demon King Order." ”

In fact, at the beginning, there were many families who wanted to recruit A-Niang, they wanted the effectiveness of a sword immortal, and they wanted the demon king token.

But Ah Niang is unwilling to hand him over, those monks who can't tolerate sand in their eyes and are upright will naturally do everything possible to get rid of the demon clan's evil obstacles.

Wu Sheng had already seen the faces of these people clearly, it was true that they wanted to kill him, and it was even more true that they wanted the Demon King Order.

While saying that the world of the demon race is not tolerated, I am afraid that I will have a little relationship with the demon race, but on the other hand, I am worried about the things of the demon race.

In contrast, Helian Red Makeup is more really temperamental, she hates the Demon Clan, and she hates everything about the Demon Clan.

Even if you want to find the Demon King Order, you just want to destroy it.

Fu Zhu shook his head, "It has nothing to do with you, Wusheng. ”

He is a young child with no cultivation, what can he affect everyone? Open one eye, close one eye and pass.

Heaven and earth are so big, and it is natural that all things coexist.

"They just use you as a raft, so righteous and righteous, go hunt down and kill Senior Sister, and find the Demon King Decree that can bring them benefits."

"Even if there is no you, as long as Senior Sister does not hand over the Demon King Order, they will find other excuses to hunt her down."

And the Demon King Order only has one piece, who should it be handed over?

Even if the senior sister is handed over to one of the families, will they bless the senior sister and Wusheng? It is self-evident what they will do in the face of the conquest of the rest of the families.

Wu Sheng raised his eyes in a daze, and fell into deep thought.

Is that really what she said?

It was those people, ugly people, who tried to swallow the elephant, not because of their blood.

Wu Sheng tugged at Fu Zhu's sleeve, "When Wen Chen tore the space to pick me up, they were all seriously injured. ”

Fu Zhu slapped his hand away, "You should call Shizu." ”

It's so rude, how can he call Master by his name?

Wu Sheng pursed his lips, did not stiffen, and changed his voice weakly, "Master Ancestor is also injured." ”

In fact, Fu Zhu had known about this matter for a long time, and since Master came back from Fang Waitian, the number of retreats had become more and more frequent, and the time had become longer and longer.

He also sealed the bloodline of the demon clan for Wusheng, and his cultivation was hanging on the brink of danger.

Runes know it.

But Master hoped that she didn't notice, so she could only pretend that she didn't know anything.

"What are you shouting to Senior Brother?"

Fu Zhu suddenly asked, Wu Sheng was obviously a little stunned, he turned his face away, and whispered out three words, "Yu Lanze." ”

There are names and surnames.

Fu Zhu laughed angrily, "Then you call me by name and surname, not uncle?" ”

It's natural.

Wu Sheng thought to himself, but did not say anything.

He could see that Fu Zhu was in a bad mood now and would really beat him.

When she was training at the foot of the mountain before, she actually beat him a lot.

Fu Zhu didn't bother about it, she remembered what Wu Sheng said, "Among them, who was the most seriously injured?" ”

Wu Sheng's eyes were puzzled, but he still replied honestly, "The two brothers of the Sun family." ”

Sun Wuxi, Sun Yinshou.

Both of them are in the late stage of the Transformation God Realm, even if they have a magic weapon to protect themselves, they are also seriously injured, and now five or six years have passed, I don't know if they are dead.

Fu Zhu wrote down the names of the two and urged the spirit gathering disk, and she told Wu Sheng, "Protect the Dharma for me." ”

Wu Sheng sighed in his heart, "What are you going to do?" ”

Fu Zhu smiled, "Give them a big gift." ”

Since she has come to Fang Waitian, the revenge of the senior sister naturally has to be liquidated one by one, and now it is just the beginning.

Wu Sheng didn't understand what she was going to do, but when he saw that the rune beads had already settled down, and the aura gathered by the spirit gathering coil was lingering around her, he didn't bother her, but just guarded the small courtyard vigilantly.

Sun Mansion.

The moon sets in the southwest, and slender bamboo shadows are reflected on the white walls.

The maidservant lightly cleaned up the wine bottle on the stone table, and through the window, she saw that the son had fallen asleep, and her movements became more and more careful.

There are a total of two sons in the house, the eldest prince Sun Wuxi is happy with bamboo, the yard is full of green bamboo, and it is also good wine, but because he was injured a few years ago, he can only drink pleasantly now, and there is still most of the wine left in the wine jug.

After the servant girl had finished packing up the wine vessel, she gently withdrew.

The people in the house didn't seem to be sleeping well, perhaps because they had drunk alcohol, and they had a rare dream.

Sun Wuxi walked all the way along a waterless river, and just when he felt bored and wanted to turn back, water suddenly grew in the riverbed, which was noisy and upset.

Sun Wuxi stopped, a snow-white shadow in his eyes became clearer and clearer, his back to him, and the green silk danced with the wind.

"Who are you?"

Sun Wuxi asked out loud, but the man didn't reply to him, just stood like that, Sun Wuxi was a little curious in his heart, and approached to look.

A little cold light pierced his eyes, and he squinted, instincting danger, and drew his long sword to go to the enemy.

The woman's sword moves were sharp, but the more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt, and after a few moves, Sun Wuxi's eyes widened and he was shocked, "Tianyue? ”

"No, she's dead, so many people have seen it with their own eyes, who are you? Why do you have the same swordsmanship as her? ”

"Huh."

The clear and pure laughter is like a gust of wind, which will disperse when it crosses.

Sun Wuxi saw that under the black mask, the woman's eyes were sarcastic, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised, but she couldn't see her face clearly.

The sword in his hand suddenly picked up the mask on Fu Zhu's face, "I want to see who is pretending to be a ghost!" ”

Fu Zhu turned sideways slightly, dodging Sun Wuxi's sword, her wrist flipped over, the tip of the sword pierced into his chest, and red blood gushed out and hit her hand.

Warm.

It turns out that everyone's blood is warm.

Even people like them.

Rune Zhu casually drew his long sword, threw it on the ground, and turned to leave.

Sun Wuxi looked at her distant figure with a wistful head, and finally his gaze shifted slightly, falling on the sword she had stabbed herself.

It was a transparent piece of ice, a condensed sword.

The cold air dissipated, and the bloodshot in Sun Wuxi's eyes became more and more obvious.

He was injured by an unknown woman with an ice sword.

Sun Wuxi was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his sword.

In the small courtyard, Fu Zhu slowly opened his eyes, and traces of blood oozed from his mouth.

She casually raised her hand to wipe it, and the soldier who was watching in the dark ran back to report to Huoli.

"General, there is nothing unusual about the two of them, it's just that when the woman was cultivating, something went wrong and she was a little injured."

(End of chapter)