"What do you mean?" asked Mo Tingyin.

Wu Cheng smiled and said, "Your little trick is okay to deal with Wu Xiaokui, but it won't work with me." If I find you so interesting that day, I'll arrest you, and I won't have to act in that play. Wu Cheng has always been cautious, and when he found out that day, he immediately made Wu Xiaokui an outcast. He has many such servants, and he doesn't care if there is one less. But if he had found Mo Tingyin so fun that day, he would definitely have caught Mo Tingyin.

"Hmph, you're really underestimating us. Mo Tingyin didn't want to dwell on him, so she changed the subject again, "How old have you lived?" ”

"When you follow me in the future, I will naturally tell you my story, and now it's better to obediently tie up your hands!" Wu Cheng was very cunning and refused to say more to Mo Tingyin.

Wei Zhao took advantage of Mo Tingyin to talk to Wu Cheng, and kept observing the surrounding environment, Wu Cheng was blocking the door, and finally he decided to go out from the window with Mo Tingyin in his arms.

Although he is full of blood and jealousy, he is also a sober person.

Going head-to-head with Wu Cheng here now is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, so let's leave first and then make plans.

Taking advantage of Wu Cheng's attention not being on the two of them, Wei Zhao hugged Mo Tingyin's waist, and jumped towards the window with a force under his feet.

Seeing that he was about to break through the window and fly out, Wu Cheng waved his hand lightly, and Wei Zhao felt as if he had hit a wall that he couldn't see, and he was pushed back at once.

Wei Zhao and Mo Tingyin fell to the ground together.

Wu Cheng looked at Wei Zhao contemptuously and said, "Do you think I will let you go?"

Wei Zhao didn't say a word, and stabbed at Wu Cheng with his sword.

Wu Cheng didn't conjure sharp nails like Wu Xiaokui, nor did he dodge, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed the tip of Wei Zhao's lightning-fast sword.

Mo Tingyin and Wei Zhao were both shocked.

They all knew that Wu Cheng was powerful, but they didn't expect that Wu Cheng would be so powerful.

"Do you think I'm living for nothing?" Wu Cheng said disdainfully, "How can a mere mortal hurt me? I have already given you a chance, and I have killed all the servants who have served me for more than a hundred years, and you still have to inch in!"

As he spoke, Wu Chengcheng waved his hand at Wei Zhao and Mo Tingyin.

Although he hadn't drunk the blood of adults for a long time, Wei Zhao was young and strong, and his martial arts were strong, and he was sent to the door again, so it was a pity not to drink it.

In this way, Wei Zhao and Mo Tingyin were easily captured.

I don't know what spell Wu Cheng used, Wei Zhao and Mo Tingyin didn't have ropes on them, but they just couldn't move, and they could only watch Wu Cheng bleed them.

Wu Cheng first released Wei Zhao's blood.

Slowly, I took a whole bowl.

Mo Tingyin felt distressed when he saw it, this big bowl of blood, how could there be a 500 ml, I don't know if Wei Zhao can stand it.

Wu Cheng drank blood while holding a bowl and told his experience. He has too many secrets, although sometimes he wants to confide in, but he can't find someone worthy of him to confide in, and now that Mo Tingyin is by his side, he is a little more interested.

Afraid that he would have no one to speak to, Wu Cheng waved Mo Tingyin's head, and Mo Tingyin's head could move and make a sound.

Wu Cheng also doesn't remember how many generations Wu Xiaokui is his descendant, he has lived too long, so long that he can't remember his age, and even many things that happened before are blurred.

He only remembered that when he was still a mortal, his family was poor, and in order to make a living, he followed his uncle to rob tombs.

One day, they dug up the tomb of a prince, and they went through a lot of hardships and hung flowers on their bodies before they entered.

There were not many gold, silver and jewels in the cemetery, and the nephew and uncle were disappointed, and then they were angry, they were so badly wounded, that they had not received anything! In a fit of rage, they opened the coffin of the prince and wanted to vent their anger at the prince's body.

But when I opened it, I found that I was in the arms of the corpse, holding a stone tightly.

The stone was black and glowed with a faint light, as if it could suck things around it in.

So the uncle and nephew took the stone out.

Wu Cheng didn't like this stone, so he gave it to his uncle.

But after that, he felt that his uncle was a little strange.

Originally, Uncle Wu Cheng was already in his fifties, and he often went out day and night, doing some unsightly things, so he looked much older than his peers.

But recently, he has become much younger, not only has his wrinkles become less and his face is ruddy, but his figure is also like that of a young man, no longer rickety, but burly and powerful.

Wu Cheng always felt that these changes in his uncle were related to the stone.

He cautiously followed his uncle secretly, and sure enough, he discovered the secret between him and the stone.

It wasn't until Wu Cheng saw it with his own eyes that he knew how amazing this stone was.

His uncle first poured a bowl of blood onto the stone, which quickly absorbed the blood as if it were alive.

Then his uncle drank another bowl of blood.

A miraculous scene happened, and my uncle actually became younger at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

After discovering this secret, Wu Cheng did not ask his uncle for a showdown to get a piece of the pie, because he knew that no matter who got this stone and discovered this secret, he would keep it for himself and would never let others find out.

So he plotted for a long time, and finally poisoned his uncle to death.

Wu Cheng got his wish and got the stone.

"And then you started killing?" Mo Tingyin asked coldly.

She originally thought that Wu Cheng would be a monster, but she didn't expect that he was also a mortal.

Many times, humans are much more hateful than youkai.

Wu Cheng couldn't remember how many people he had killed, he nodded indifferently and said, "Yes, I took a lot of detours and killed many people before I knew the correct way to live forever." The blood of the dead does not work, and the blood of the dying does not have much effect, the best blood is the blood of a child, and it is the blood of a little boy, which not only works very quickly, but also tastes good. ”

He drank the last mouthful of blood in the bowl, licked the corners of his mouth and said, "Lord Wei's blood tastes good, it seems that it will take some effort in the future to catch some people who know kung fu and come back." ”

After speaking, he was about to release Wei Zhao's blood again, but was stopped by Mo Tingyin.

"Have you tried the blood of someone from another world?" asked Mo Tingyin. Just now, her mind turned a thousand times, wanting to save Wei Zhao, blindly resisting seemed to be unworkable, Mo Tingyin planned to compromise for the time being, to see if there was a chance to escape. It would be nice if only one of them could escape.

"Otherworld?" Wu Guoran stopped, he walked up to Mo Tingyin, and looked Mo Tingyin up and down, "What does the otherworld mean?

"It's not. Mo Tingyin said truthfully, "The other world is also the human world, but it is not the human world here. I'm mortal, too, but not here. ”

"What does this mean?" Wu Cheng became more and more confused the more he listened.

"You don't care what you mean, just taste my blood, don't you know what is the difference between me and the human blood you drink?" Mo Tingyin didn't feel that his blood was any different from Wei Zhao's. She just didn't want Wei Zhao, who was full of blood, to die here because of excessive blood loss, and he had more and more important things to do.