Although the leech Daoist's cultivation was not bad, and the moment Fang Yuan opened fire, the direction of the muzzle of the gun changed, the bullet still pierced through his lower cheek, shattering half of his jaw.

"Hmm...... Not...... Hmmm......"

The leech Taoist covered his chin in pain and couldn't speak, cultivators have always paid attention to the power of the source, and generally disdain to use firearms. He never expected that Fang Yuan still had that pistol in his hand.

Fang Yuan originally tried it with a desperate attitude, but he didn't expect that this pistol would really be useful to cultivators. As long as he makes up two more shots, he can be sent back to the west directly, but there are no bullets in the gun.

By the way, the bald man is a pistol taken out of the drawer, so there is a good chance that there are other bullets in the drawer.

The leech Dao had not yet recovered from the pain, but at this time, Fang Yuan's body was becoming weaker and weaker. He didn't see what was behind it just now, but it was really domineering. He forced his heavy body to move step by step to the drawer of the desk, opened the drawer and saw that there were indeed two magazines inside.

"Dog, it's time for you to die!"

Fang Yuan picked up the pistol with a new magazine and pointed it at the leech Dao man, his body had fallen into an extremely weak state, the hand holding the gun was shaking wildly, and he didn't even hit two shots. The leech Daoist got up and looked at him, his eyes were full of cruelty, and he pinched the trick with one hand, and recited some incantations that Fang Yuan couldn't understand.

The sharp pain in his back began to spread in all directions, and after a while, Fang Yuan's shoulders and half of his chest were covered in a black sticky substance. The burden on his body became heavier and heavier, and it became difficult for him to breathe.

Fang Yuan raised the gun in his hand, and kept warning himself in his heart that he must hold on! He must calm down! For the sake of today's plan, only by killing him could he break his strange trick.

He must not be allowed to dodge again, this shot must be hit!

The leech Daoist looked at him with disdain and said, "Cultivators have been reduced to the point of using guns. ”

Fang Yuan smiled weakly and said, "Lao Tzu is better at using a gun than you to cultivate with human blood, and being able to kill you is a good thing to eliminate harm for the people!"

"You won't hit the deity again. ”

"Then give it a try. ”

"Bang bang" There were two more gunshots, and the leech Daoist easily dodged with a slight sideways movement of his upper body.

"If it weren't for the fact that the deity was injured at this time, what would it matter if this inferior weapon was hard connected?"

The leech Daoist laughed arrogantly, Fang Yuan took advantage of his carelessness to fire two shots again, and the leech Daoist still moved slightly sideways to dodge a shot. However, Fang Yuan's second shot was not aimed at his head, but at his legs. The leech Taoist didn't react for a moment, and the shot hit him firmly in the knee, and he fell to his knees with a muffled snort.

"Let you talk to Lao Tzu, this time Lao Tzu will see how you are still hiding!"

Fang Yuan's strength to speak was already extremely weak, and the leech Daoist laughed instead of being angry, and said, "You only have one bullet left, not to mention whether you can beat the deity for the time being, whether your body can hold up until this bullet is fired, right? When you die, the deity will collect the supernatural powers, and the essence blood and aura absorbed from you will be enough for the deity to return to normal again." Hahahaha......"

Fang Yuan understood that what this old thing said was true. Now I even have my fingers shaking so badly that I'm not even sure if I have the strength to pull the trigger.

Did you really want to die here? I wanted to pretend to be chivalrous to make Xiaoba happy, but I didn't expect to actually put myself in, which was really careless.

Now that there is only one bullet left in the gun, we have to fight no matter what!

Fang Yuan calmly adjusted his breathing, concentrating the last strength of his body on his hands. The leech Taoist will definitely dodge, the heart is on the left side, if you aim at the heart, the subconscious behavior of the person should be to the right, he made a wave of simple prediction, success or failure in one fell swoop!

Just as Fang Yuan was about to pull the trigger, the leech Daoist actually slapped a palm from behind, and his body hit the desk in front of Fang Yuan, spurting blood from his mouth.

A person suddenly flashed in at the door, and the man quickly came to the front of the leech Taoist, and pinched his hands to start a spell. The thick hemp rope wrapped around his waist suddenly seemed to come to life, and he flew over and tied up the leech Taoist. Then the man took out a piece of talisman paper from his bosom and pressed it on the hemp rope, and bowed deeply in the direction of the door.

"Young Master, the leech Daoist has been subdued. ”

At this time, a young man with an indifferent face walked in slowly, dressed in a white suit, with a white shirt and a red tie, his hair was obviously shaped with something, and there was a bit of femininity in his body.

The young man known as the young master walked to the desk, he glanced at the leech Daoist tied on the ground and then at Fang Yuan, who was already paralyzed on the table, and asked in a condescending tone, "Before, you were the one who injured the leech Daoist?"

At this time, Fang Yuan didn't have much strength to respond to him, but they were both cultivators and restrained the leech Dao people, they shouldn't be bad people, and it seemed that they shouldn't be killed.

Seeing that Fang Yuan didn't react, the man replied, "Young Master, this person has been infected with the corpse blood of the leech Dao people, and it seems that he has entered the bone marrow. ”

The young man known as the young master smiled disdainfully and said, "That's fine, let's deal with it again." ”

Fang Yuan's heart was cold when he heard this, and he raised his eyes and looked at the young man incredulously. I have no grievances with this person, I haven't even seen him, but I want to put myself to death when I hear what he means, why?

The young man seemed to see his incomprehension, and said, "If you want to blame it, blame yourself for coveting something that should not belong to you." ”

Fang Yuan still looked puzzled, what shouldn't belong to him? Could it be that he was talking about Shuang Wu? But he had never shown it, even Xiao Man didn't know his thoughts, let alone the person in front of him?

"Don't you know? Then why do you have trouble with this old thing? Isn't it for justice?" the young man let out a disgusting laugh, "This old thing's cultivation needs to be fed on human blood, and he didn't have a long time to hurt the third young lady of the Shengjing royal family. The Wang family is the most powerful family in Shengjing, and the old lady loves his little granddaughter the most. So let it out, whoever can catch the leech Dao person can become the elder of the Wang family, whether dead or alive. He came to Fang Yuan and patted him lightly on the face, "Speaking of which, you can be regarded as a great favor to Young Master Ben, if you hadn't dragged this old thing, we really wouldn't have been able to do it very well." But credit is something I never share. ”

Only then did Fang Yuan realize that this grandson wanted to put himself to death in order to monopolize a merit that he didn't even know about!

Fate is really unfair, how could he favor such an undisciplined dog thing, Fang Yuan was naturally ten thousand unconvinced in his heart, so he used all his strength to clench the gun in his hand again.

Of course, the other person noticed this detail in Fang Yuan's hand, and a hemp rope suddenly flew over and wrapped around the gun in Fang Yuan's hand, snatching the gun in an instant.

The young man said, "Take this old thing, let's go." ”

The other person looked at Fang Yuan and asked, "Young Master, what should he do then?"

The young man smiled indifferently and said, "Don't worry, he won't live long, it's a big deal." ”

Fang Yuan's heart was full of resentment and unwillingness, and he struggled to grab the corner of the young man's clothes. Seeing this, the other person's fingers moved slightly, and a hemp rope instantly pulled into Fang Yuan's chest.

The strong force made his whole body fly out and hit the wall, his chest was stuffed, and a mouthful of blood gushed out. He saw that these two people had taken the leech Daoist away but there was no way to do it, he only felt that his body was getting more and more tired, his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and gradually his consciousness began to become blurred, and finally, he fell into an endless darkness.

"Tick...... Tick ......"

Fang Yuan couldn't see his body, only his head was exposed, there was darkness all around, and there was only the sound of droplets of water in the distance.

Over here...... What is it?

Have you already ...... Dead?

He tried to move his body, but suddenly there was a "clang" sound of chains shaking, and his arms and feet seemed to be tightly bound by something, but he couldn't see anything.

"Hehehehehe......"

A burst of old and treacherous laughter came from all directions, making Fang Yuan's whole body furry unconsciously, and he roared, "Who!

"Hehehehehe......"

The voice didn't respond to him, just laughed grimly. The smile seemed like a mockery, but there seemed to be a faint sadness in the mockery.

"Laugh at your uncle!" Fang Yuan's spirit was a little broken, and he scolded, "You have the ability to show up and laugh in front of Lao Tzu!"

The laughter really stopped, and a pair of red eyes slowly opened in front of Fang Yuan.

"This is the way the world is, human nature is nothing but a lie that binds the weak, and all merit and glory will be surrendered in the face of power. What about unscrupulous means? The only truth in this world is ...... Either Caesar or nothing. ”

Looking at these eyes, Fang Yuan felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his heart. Not to mention looking at him, it seems to take a lot of courage to raise his head in front of him.

"You...... Who are you?"

The voice didn't respond to him, and after a moment of silence, a big bright red hand gradually appeared in front of Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan was overwhelmed by this powerful sense of oppression, and yelled hysterically, "Who the are you, what the hell do you want to do!"

That hand instantly penetrated Fang Yuan's chest of nothingness and darkness, and Fang Yuan could clearly feel that hand reached into his body and grabbed his heart. The intense pain made him almost suffocate, and he didn't have the strength to scold, and every inch of flesh and blood on his body was trembling violently in pain.

The next moment, it was as if there were countless thin needles shuttling through his heart, and countless ants were crawling and gnawing quickly in each of his veins.

At the same time, the darkness on Fang Yuan's hands and feet gradually faded, revealing the original appearance of his body. His chest was like a black hole, sucking in the darkness around him little by little.

It wasn't until all the darkness was swallowed up by his chest that the big hand was pulled out of his body. The big hand clutched a rich black mass, which was like a liquid, and it was still flowing downward.

The voice said slowly, "Don't ...... again Let me down......"