Yu Man has faded not only a coat, but also her dignity and all her arrogance!

She stepped forward in despair, and a pair of trembling jade hands slowly moved to Jiang Yu's placket, but she couldn't fall no matter what.

Jiang Yu stood still, the smile on her face gradually deepened, her eyes fell on her snow-white skin, and she let out a disdainful cold snort from her nose.

"What, scared?" seems to be a question, but in fact it is a warning.

As if he had made a lot of determination, Yu Man suddenly pulled his shirt and tore it open vigorously.

Jiang Yu's face suddenly condensed, and he pulled Yu Man into his arms, his thin lips opened lightly, and he murmured: "Don't worry, lady!

Remember, if you dare to die, the deity will make Ji Nuan bear everything he has done to you. ”

After saying that, he pushed Yu Man into the water again, turned around and flew out of the Qiankun painting.

......

Li Qingyuan's stunned pupils widened, and before he could escape, he was kicked in the head, he staggered to the ground, and the candle wax detached from his palm, struggled in the breeze a few times, and then extinguished in a deflated manner.

"You are so bold, you dare to trespass into the deity's dormitory, and you want to destroy the deity's painting!" Jiang Yu's face was cold, and his eyes burned with anger.

Li Qingyuan stood up on the ground, knelt on one knee, and said with his hands: "Qingyuan just heard a sound from the master's dormitory and was worried about the master's safety, so he broke in rashly, and asked the master to forgive him!"

The swift figure hit him head-on, and he suddenly received a kick in the chest, only to hear the sound of broken ribs, and his whole person was kicked out by Jiang Yu.

Li Qingyuan's whole person was like falling apart, slipping and falling to the ground along the stone wall, blood gushing out like a spring, he clutched his chest, kept coughing sharply, and his mind was thinking quickly about how to escape.

Seeing Jiang Yu approaching step by step, fear spread in his heart, he endured the pain and climbed up on the ground, but due to weakness all over his body, he collapsed to the ground again.

"The deity knows that you have good intentions, but you shouldn't, you shouldn't disturb the deity's good deeds, how do you say the deity should punish you?" Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows, raised his foot and stepped on Li Qingyuan's right hand under his feet, his toes continued to rotate hard, with a cruel smile on his face.

Li Qingyuan was so painful that his face was distorted, sweat was like rain, he kept wailing and begging, and when the restraints on his hands left, he saw that his palms were already bloody and blurred, hanging to the ground like a mess of mud, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't pinch his palms.

Tears gradually blurred his vision, Li Qingyuan instantly went crazy, and said angrily: "That's right! I just guessed that you entered that painting and wanted to burn it along with you, and a demon like you will be punished by everyone!"

Jiang Yu squatted down with great interest, pinched his blood-drenched jaw, made him look at him, and said with a smile: "Demon? Could it be that you think that Zhu Changqin and Kano are dead, and you will be high? Have you forgotten that you have done a lot of evil things!"

Li Qingyuan was stunned when he heard this, his eyes suddenly dimmed, he did a lot of evil, but he never thought of putting Duxi in danger and pushing the people of Li into the fire.

All he wants is to get out of the control of others, get ahead in Twilight Creek, and become famous!

It's a pity that he is always trampled under his feet, and now, even his hands are useless.

A waste who can't lift a sword, to live, is better than dead!

He shuddered and screamed, "Kill me!"

Jiang Yu shook his head and sighed, shook Li Qingyuan away, and wiped the blood stains on the tiger's mouth on his white school uniform in disgust, so that the proud green bamboo embroidery on his chest was dyed a touch of red.

"It's really strange today, everyone is begging the deity to kill him, how can a person who is so good kill people?

But the deity can't be bullied, isn't it, you're so unbehaved, what should the deity do with you?"

Jiang Yu got up, pretended to be anxious and held his forehead, walked back and forth in front of Li Qingyuan, then patted his head, and said happily: "The deity remembers, there is a place that is especially suitable for you, called the Temple of Darkness!"

Li Qingyuan was stunned again, he had personally sent Zhu Changqin into the Temple of Darkness, and now, is he going to enter it too?

"Kill me, kill me!" he roared, preferring to die rather than go to that dark place.

Jiang Yu twisted his eyebrows and said: "You are also a dog raised by the deity, although it is not heartfelt enough, but the deity is the most merciful, killing the dog is too cruel, how can the deity bear it?"

There was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows lightly, and after stunting Li Qingyuan with a flick of his fingers, he waved his hand to move the screen in front of the bed.

Turning around, with a wave of his big hand, he restored the broken porcelain fragments on the ground, as well as the tables and chairs that had been dismantled.

He straightened his clothes, walked to the desk and sat cross-legged, picked up a book, and pretended to look at it.

"Yuyu Zhuzun and Songfeng came with news and said...... Senior Brother Song is dead!" The person who came respectfully saluted, but because he was running too quickly, he gasped for breath.

Jiang Yu got up when he heard this, angrily smashed the book in his hand on the bookcase, and shouted: "Talking nonsense, slandering the same door behind your back, violating the 136th article of the Dusk River Precepts, and not thinking about the past by yourself." ”

The person who came was the outer disciple who entered Zhufeng at the same time as Jiang Yu when Duxi recruited a new person, and he always felt that Jiang Yu, whether he was an outer disciple or Yu Zhuzun, was humble and polite in dealing with people and things, and he had never been angry.

But today, Jiang Yu was unusual, which made him feel a chill in his heart, and the whole person knelt on the ground in a regular manner, and said: "Yuzhu respects and rests, and the anger is the news from Songfeng, and there should be no falsehood." ”

Jiang Yu frowned, Song Wangchen is dead?

He wanted to see what the hell they were up to.

He calmly walked out of Qinglu Hall, but at the moment he went out, he ran all the way to Songfeng.

When Jiang Yu arrived, the southern courtyard had been blocked by the disciples of Song, Mei, and Liangfeng, and he pushed through the crowd all the way, and saw four Songfeng disciples carrying Song Wangchen's body into the burial.

"Wait! what are you doing here?" he asked, his eyes scanning the crowd with a look of disdain.

Cheng Xiaorou was stunned in place, the teardrops in her eyes kept slipping, her pink lips opened lightly, but she couldn't say a word.

Tang Yanyan sat down at the door of the room, choked up and replied: "Senior Brother Song is dead, it's all my fault, it's me who shouldn't be asleep, I don't even know when he will wake up and draw his sword and fall himself!"

Jiang Yu naturally didn't believe it, walked quickly to the coffin, pushed the person in front of him away, and moved his eyes from Song Wangchen's miserable white cheeks to his dantian.

A touch of bright red, which looked particularly dazzling on the white clothes, Jiang Yu shook his head in disbelief, frantically ripped Song Wangchen's white clothes apart, and when he saw the two shocking sword wounds on his abdomen, his brain suddenly went blank.

How could Song Wangchen fall by himself?

A conspiracy, it must be a conspiracy!

"Punish the evil, what about the evil?" he asked, his tone full of eagerness, if Song Wangchen really died, the evil would definitely lose its brilliance and become a waste sword again.

No one in the crowd answered his question, and only his own heavy wheezing could seem to be heard in the wind, and the shallow sobs of Mei Feng's female disciple.

After a long time, Zijian walked out of Song Wangchen's room with the already dim evil in his hand, and walked in front of Jiang Yu with extremely heavy steps.

"Senior brother, forget the dust is dead, mourn!" Zijian shook his head, his eyes were full of tears, but he pretended to be calm and comforted Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu snatched the evil spirit, his eyes moved from the hilt of the sword to the tip of the sword, and then moved back to the hilt, looking at it back and forth over and over again.

After confirming that it was the evil spirit, he still didn't want to believe the fact that Song Wangchen was dead, and he shouted uncontrollably: "No! Song Wangchen is such a ruthless and unrighteous person, how can he fall by himself, you are all lying to me!"

Zijian couldn't hide the grief in his heart, raised his head and took a deep breath, and then held back the tears in his eyes.

He said: "Forget Chen came to Songfeng at the age of six, and I haven't spoken a word in a year, I was young and ignorant at that time, and I tried every way to get close to him, just to know if he could speak?"

It wasn't until later that he made a mistake, and Shizun told me that Wangchen's parents died at the hands of the fox demon, and he secretly blamed himself for the death of his parents, so he was afraid of contact with people, and he was afraid that he would affect other people.

Forget Chen seems to have a withdrawn personality and never likes to come into contact with anyone, but I know that he doesn't like it, but he doesn't dare!

But the appearance of Senior Sister Ji still broke all his concerns, and the smile on the thousand-year-old cold face of Forget Chen gradually appeared.

Senior Sister Ji is the only antidote to Forget Chen, but it is also the deadliest poison! The sword she stabbed yesterday had destroyed all of Forget Chen's beliefs.

Before forgetting the dust and falling into a coma, when he saw Sect Master Tang and Island Master Yu strangling Senior Sister Ji, he probably thought she was dead, so he was desperate!"

After saying this, Zijian finally couldn't hold back, sadness came from his heart, and the tears in his eyes suddenly slipped down.

For so many years, although Song Wangchen finally rejected people thousands of miles away, every time Duxi was in trouble, he was the first to come forward, if it was really ruthless, how could it be?

Stretching out his sleeves to wipe away the teardrops on his face, he showed a bitter smile, and said, "I guess! Brother, mourn!"

Zijian patted Jiang Yu's shoulder, ready to take it back, put it into the coffin, and bury it with Song Wangchen.

Jiang Yu staggered back a few steps, suddenly raised his eyes and raised his sword to punish the evil, and between the fingers of his sword, he roared angrily: "He won't die, let alone die for a woman, you are all lying to me!"

He didn't believe it!

A thousand years ago, Ling Cheng included the night spirit in the Qiankun painting because his mother was a demon.

He did not hesitate to peel off his own Dan, but also to seal himself, also because of his identity as a blood demon.

How could a person who hates demons and abandons his wife and children be willing to die with Ji Nuan after she becomes a fox demon?