"Yes, master, we still keep the imperial guard you gave me and Mao Mi back then."

Yune's tears flowed down again, but her voice was full of calmness and calm.

She pulled out the two little tips.

The gold thread embroidery on the bag in the night glows slightly, making the bag look as if it has gone through endless tribulations, but it is more and more precious.

Yu Nie looked at the old monk and lightly threw out a message:

"These two tips warmed the helpless hearts of the two teenagers back then, although it did not bring us good luck."

Seeing that the old monk was a little confused, Wei Ling immediately threw a message package to Kong Jian in private:

"Master, do you know that Ono has slaughtered everyone on the island except for the twelve!

Do you know what Ono experienced when he brought his two children back to the family? ”

The content of the information package was too shocking to the old monk's mind, and the content of Welling's judgment completely shattered the old monk's luck.

Kong Jian took a few steps back in an instant, staring at Welling, like seeing a judge, like seeing a verdict!

The indifferent and ethereal aura on his body suddenly dissipated, and he seemed to age a lot in an instant.

He staggered around, looked at the blue-robed monks with hats on their heads, and finally at the monk with a murderous face, and laughed desolately:

"Haha, the old man asked himself if he was quiet in his life, he lived up to his family, and he lived up to it!

It's a pity, it's just a mediocre conceited, eyeless person, that's it, that's it! ”

Immediately, he whispered:

"If I can change my mind, why should I be merciful.

If you don't turn back, who will save you from the troubles? ”

And the monk with a murderous face, in fact, was already frightened the moment he saw the white-clothed Katsuyuki, and quietly retreated, trying to hide behind the crowd.

Unexpectedly, after the old monk chanted the Buddha's verses in a low voice, he glared at him and waved his hand at him, and he immediately froze.

With another wave of his hand, the seven or eight young monks also instantly froze, like clay sculptures and wood carvings.

Sorumi sang a Buddha horn again, walked up to Hane, and bowed deeply:

"The female benefactor, the old man does not know the person, the younger generation is immoral, and the blood is a great sin and vainly asks for the blessing of the Buddha.

The old man was deceived by them, did not investigate, and what he saw and heard was all evidence of the crime!

These people have been imprisoned by the old man, but those who are guilty will be punished at will! ”

Immediately, Sorumi walked to the side and sat cross-legged on the straw mat.

"Poof!"

The old monk suddenly stretched out his fingers and gouged out his eyes!

With a muffled snort, the old monk lowered his head, but he did not treat himself.

Dark blood flowed from the old monk's face.

Everyone was shocked!

Yu Nie cried:

"Master, I know that you have been deceived by them, and I don't blame you! Woohoo......"

Welling threw out a message:

"Yune, don't be sad, the master has the master's practice, the cause of yesterday, the fruit of today.

Didn't he believe in retribution? His own business, his own way, what he should do, we will not comment......

Look at these monks, if there is anyone who bullies you, even if you kill them, the eldest brother will call the shots for you! ”

Yune's crying stopped, and countless unbearable memories came to her heart.

Her complexion gradually turned cold, and her originally dull and empty eyes were full of anger.

She walked up to the murderous-looking middle-aged monk in a few steps, laughed sadly, and waved her pale hand.

"Dog thing, you have today!"

Yune's voice was filled with pleasure and crying.

A shining golden spirit sword light reflected the ugly face full of horror and pleading.

But he couldn't move, and he encountered the confinement of a top warlock, and he was a high-level warlock who was greedy for life and afraid of death, and he couldn't compete at all.

Although, the warlock who imprisoned him was the elder of his family!

"Click......"

The sword flashed, and a head fell to the ground, and a two-foot-high column of blood erupted from the headless neck!

In the bright light, the blood looked so dirty and dirty.

Before the head hit the ground, another sword light of Yu Nie had arrived!

"Squeak!"

The light of the knife slashed across the skull, shattering into two pieces, and red and white things flew away.

The head, split in half, fell to the wooden platform with a dull thud.

"The man I killed is named Junichiro Ono! He deserves to die! ”

After successfully killing one person, Yu Ne's face turned out to be an unhealthy red.

She smiled at the stunned brothers and sisters:

"Brothers and sisters, I'll explain to you later why you killed him!"

Everyone nodded, believing in Yu Ne unconditionally.

However, Yu Nee's bright eyes at this moment, the blush on his face, and the evil and fierce look, not to mention Yu Ne's partners, even Wei Ling felt that Yu Nee's killing intent had reached a terrifying level at this moment.

However, Welling did not stop Yune.

He is convinced that only by killing the people who bullied her will she come out of the shadow of the past.

Yune's pace suddenly quickened, and the wide white robe looked a little empty on her thin body.

She wiped the few drops of blood from her face with her white sleeves, spat on the ground in disgust, and walked towards another thin monk.

Everyone found that although the guy was imprisoned, his strong desire to survive made his body tremble slightly.

With a wave of his hand, Yu Ne knocked the conical hat off his head, revealing a young face.

The face was just as full of panic, pleading, and fear.

"Hahahaha......"

Yune laughed!

With a wave of his hand, a dark green sword light appeared, instantly piercing through the young monk's eyebrows.

The dark green sword light did not dissipate, and suddenly returned, and from the vest, it pierced the young man's chest again!

Not a drop of blood dropped, and the vitality and blood of the young man were all taken away by this dark green sword.

Yu Nee clapped his hands pleasantly, and in the sound of giggles, the sword flew out of the wall, instantly turning into a piece of green blood, dripping out silently.

"The second person I killed, Ono Kamezo! He's damned too! ”

In the end, Yune hesitated for a moment, and finally walked firmly towards the third person.

Looking at the figure, the man was also a young man.

But everyone's sharp eyes had already seen that under the man's feet, there were already water stains wetting the planks of the wooden platform.

Alas, it's just a coward's nest!

However, Yu Ne's face became less frantic than just now, and she had a sad look on her face.

With a wave of his hand, the man's hat was also knocked down by Yune!

As the pointed hat was knocked down by Yune, a delicate and youthful face was revealed, illuminated by the bright light.

Everyone except Welling was stunned!

It's Maoma!

This man is Maoma!

The last medicine, Weiling, crow gall, Huaishan, Frangipani, knotweed, Nanxing, Shanglu, Xuanming, and Jinu are extremely confirmed, this is Maoli!

They didn't know what was going on, and they didn't dare to speak out for fear of disturbing Yune.

To the last medicine, Xuan Ming, and Crow Gall, Welling tells them that Mao Ling has been killed, and that there are people hiding in this temple who have insulted Yu Ni.

But Welling didn't tell them that there was a maoli here!

Yu Ni walked up to Mao's side, stretched out her hand, and gently stroked Mao's face.

Tears fell like broken pearls.

However, Mao Miao struggled in horror, her eyes wide open, full of supplication and despair, as if the pale and beautiful face in front of her was a demon seeking her life.

Yu Nee grinned.

Welling and all of Yu Nie's friends felt that Yu Nie's smile at the moment was a little mad.

"Little brother, I've wronged you! Yu Nie is sorry for you, dragging you down......"

The voice message is gentle and affectionate, full of apologies.

Everyone suddenly felt a chill.