msmithbooks Chapter 51
Chapter 51
Ten more people died!
Lu Xiaofeng is going crazy!
Everyone in the Wudang faction is about to go crazy!
Lu Xiaofeng was a very energetic and intelligent young man, but at this moment, his eyes were bloodshot.
It's because of fatigue, because of anxiety, and because of hatred.
What kind of person is able to kill so many innocent people?
Would rather kill a hundred wrong than let one go, what a cruel move!
Jin Jiuling was also very tired, as long as Lu Xiaofeng worked hard, he worked hard for as long as he did.
When he saw Lu Xiaofeng, the two of them looked at each other, and they both saw the black and blood in the other's eyes, as well as the helpless wry smile on the corner of his mouth.
That smile is really bitter, so bitter that it is hundreds or thousands of times uglier than not smiling.
Jin Jiuling said: "You are right."
Several unknown white-clothed swordsmen died.
People are dying.
Lu Xiaofeng said: "The guess is right, what's the use?"
Jin Jiuling was silent.
Yeah, what's the use.
People are dead.
Although Jin Jiuling could be regarded as a ruthless person, but after all, he was not so ruthless that he could kill sixty unrelated people without blinking.
The person who did it must have some terrible purpose.
Jin Jiuling said: "At least you can prevent the remaining people from dying."
Even if there are only a few people left.
Lu Xiaofeng said: "But we don't even know how he killed people."
People died in the house because of arsenic, because the death was so familiar, they didn't even ask Ximen Chuuxue to see it.
The method of death was exactly the same as that of the previous [-] people, except that the mouth of the cup and other objects were checked, but no method of poisoning was found.
No solution.
Mei Zhenren's already gray hair began to fall out in handfuls, and there were not a few eyebrows left. He used to say that he was a fairy, but he didn't know when he would become a bald man.
The rest of the Wudang sect also looked haggard because they hadn't slept for a long time, they looked a little more embarrassed than Lu Xiaofeng, bearing the name of Wudang, the psychological pressure of these Taoist priests was the greatest among all, far surpassing Lu Xiaofeng and Jin Jiuling.
Because they have already seen the future of Wudang's ruin and ruin.
If such a big event happened, as long as you are from the Jianghu, you will lose face, let alone the initiator of the Heroes Association.
Thinking of this, I sighed for a while. No one thought that a good group of heroes would turn out like this. If I knew who else would get involved in the muddy waters of the Western Demon Cult?
But there is absolutely nothing in this world that I knew earlier.
The bitter fruit planted, don't you have to knock down your front teeth and swallow it in your stomach?
Lu Xiaofeng sighed: "Let's find those who are alive first."
The young white-clothed swordsmen are all rare and protected animals, and it is not troublesome to watch them closely.
Jin Jiuling nodded.
Lu Xiaofeng thought of someone who hadn't had an accident and suddenly asked, "Have you heard of Chen Hao?"
Of course Jin Jiuling had never heard of it, he asked, "Who?"
Lu Xiaofeng said: "White-clothed swordsman, over 20, named Chen Hao."
Jin Jiuling said, "I don't know."
Lu Xiaofeng continued: "Then what do you think is the possibility that someone as proud as Ximen Chuuxue will remain unknown in the world?"
Jin Jiuling said, "What about Ximen Chuuxue?"
Lu Xiaofeng said: "Exactly."
Jin Jiuling said: "If it's just pride, it's not impossible to be unknown, but if it's as proud as Ximen Chuuxue, he must be a very powerful person."
Lu Xiaofeng sighed: "I think so too."
The young man in white clothes he saw was not only as proud as Ximen Chuuxue, but also more conceited than him. It is absolutely impossible for such a person to not be famous in the world.
He was almost certain that the young man who said he was Chen Hao was hiding a huge secret.
I don't know if this secret has anything to do with the Western Demon Cult.
Ninth Young Master mingled among the crowd.
Like any little-known chivalrous man, he followed the crowd to watch them denounce Yu Tianbao with righteous indignation, followed them to see the corpses of the dead, put their bodies into thin coffins, and looked coldly at their friends Weep bitterly.
Any man who does not flick his tears easily has become bullshit.
The more people die, the more fear there is in their hearts.
Those people cry, not only for their friends, but also for themselves.
So many people have died, it is not without a sense of sadness, especially when the murderer has not been caught, no one knows who will die next.
Most of the young chivalrous men hadn't mastered their kung fu, and no one dared to say that they were stronger than Daoist Shi Yan, so they could only fear in their hearts, but for the sake of their own face, they couldn't show it.
Gong Jiu was among such a group of young and promising chivalrous men.
But even if Jiu Gongzi participated in it, he was different from anyone else.
His face was as cold and severe as a knife, without any gentle curvature.
The face is very white, but it is different from the white snow. Because of the coldness, it actually produces a metallic luster under the sunlight.
And his eyes were even colder.
Like a bottomless chaos.
Jiu Gongzi is like a weapon, and it is also a sharp weapon.
A magic weapon without emotion.
Whether it is Ye Gucheng or Ximen Chuuxue, they all seem to have human emotions, whether it is ridicule or ridicule, they are all human emotions, but Jiu Gongzi stood quietly, as if he was standing quietly.
You have no idea what he's thinking.
Lu Xiaofeng looked at Young Master Ninth from a distance, the man in white seemed to be observing others, but his eyes were not looking at this man, as if there were a row of ants and bugs underneath.
The hair is creepy.
What is Gong Jiu looking at?What is Gong Jiu thinking?
no one knows.
The other group also noticed Gong Jiu, who was the three friends of Sui Han.
Young Master Jiu didn't seem to be planning to attract attention. His aura was close to nothing, like a pebble on the side of the road. With such a low sense of presence, it took a lot of effort to notice him.
The people of Wudang faction were already very busy, how could they pay attention to a little-known Jianghu swordsman?Even Lu Xiaofeng's attention to him was due to chance.
Why did the three friends of Suihan find him?
Dry Bamboo said: "That young man, something seems wrong."
Lone Pine: "Indeed."
He said: "It feels like someone in my generation."
Lone Pine said: "Have you heard of him?"
It was Sammy who asked.
Han Mei looked at Young Master Jiu with deep eyes, and said, "Not at all."
Gu Song said: "This kind of breath-holding method seems to have been seen in the teaching."
Dry Bamboo said: "They are all unscrupulous people using unscrupulous means."
Lone Pine said: "But you have to admit that this is a difficult skill to practice."
Dry Bamboo said: "Not bad."
Lone Song said: "Does anyone of you practice this skill?"
Ku Song said: "Never."
Han Mei said: "No."
Lone Song said again: "Could it be that people from the Devil's Cult have chased them out and want to compete for the Rakshasa card?"
Ku Song said: "Very likely."
Han Mei didn't speak all the time, he looked at Young Master Jiu with a terrifying look in a corner where the two elder brothers couldn't see, as if he wanted to eat him.
He suddenly thought of his excitement and fear when he heard the news.
Yu Tianbao is not the son of Yu Luocha.
The intelligence source has cooperated with him for many years, and the two parties can trust each other, let alone such important news.
When he heard the news, the problems that had troubled him for many years were easily solved. How could a person like Yu Luocha raise a useless son like Yu Tianbao because of doting?
Yu Luocha is not a human being, but a god. Since he is a god, it is impossible to make mistakes.
So mistakes like Yu Tianbao's are impossible.
Now the question is, if Yu Tianbao's shield is not Yu Luocha's son, who is Yu Luocha's son?
After many days, the person who gave him the information came to tell him again.
Yu Luocha's real son is a young swordsman in white, the same age as Yu Tianbao.
How old is Yu Tianbao, 23?Or 24?
How many white-clothed swordsmen in their 20s are there?
Han Mei's heart was beating violently.
He fears and fears the Jade Rakshasa, and is skeptical about the Rakshasa card.
Because he knew that Yu Luocha was an exhaustive man, and since Yu Tianbao was put on the bright side as a shield, then his real son must be very outstanding, someone who could inherit the Western Demon Cult.
What kind of person can inherit the Western Demon Cult?
A scheming person like Yu Luocha.
But among the well-known swordsmen in the arena, none seem to meet the requirements.
In this case, the swordsman in white must be very unknown.
Maybe it's not that he is not strong, but he just doesn't want to be famous.
For many people, fame means trouble, just like Yu Luocha is always shrouded in mist, even if his son doesn't behave in the same way, he must be very inconspicuous and difficult to be discovered.
Originally, I thought about how to find all the unknown white-clothed swordsmen in the world, but I didn't expect that Wudang would hold a meeting of heroes, and the white-clothed swordsmen from all over the world might gather here.
At that time Han Mei just wanted to look up to the sky and laugh three times: God help me too.
He took many actions and killed many people, but none of them seemed to meet his requirements.
Because Hanmei thinks that Yu Luocha's real son must not die so easily.
Fortunately, things turned around yesterday.
He was pretty sure he had sent out the venomous spiders yesterday, and almost every one of them had done a good job.
Except for one.
Eleven people should have died yesterday, not ten.
Who escaped from the mouth of the spider?
who is it?
From a distance, Young Master Jiu met Han Mei's gaze.
One of them has fierce eyes, and from time to time there is light shot out, while the other one is like a pool of stagnant water, calm and calm.
Suddenly, the stagnant water moved.
It's not that there are ripples from the middle, but like a dragon going out to sea, the wind is surging.
But it was not a dragon that sprang out of the dead water, but a snake.
A very poisonous snake.
Han Mei saw the snake neighing at herself, smiling at herself, and demonstrating to herself.
He vaguely thought, can a snake laugh?
Snakes don't laugh, they just open their mouths wide and swallow him whole.
"The third child! The third child!"
Suddenly, Han Mei heard someone talking to herself.
No, it wasn't talking, someone was pulling his shoulders and swaying.
Han Mei broke free from the dream of fear, her face pale.
He was stunned just now!
What is he haunted by?
There was a lot of cold sweat on Han Mei's body. He didn't know when the cold sweat came out. He only knew that the cold sweat was sticking to his coat, and his whole body felt sticky.
It was uncomfortable, but not as good as the panic in his heart.
Or absurd.
He was haunted by a brat?
Apart from dreams, what else can haunt people?
murderous look.
The people he killed in his life are not comparable to young people in their 20s?
how is this possible.
No, it is possible.
There was a voice in his heart quietly reminding him.
Because that is the son of Yu Luocha.
Lone Song said: "What's the matter, third child?"
The concern in his eyes was not fake, but he didn't know what Han Mei had done.
Han Mei raised her head again, only to find that the young man who crushed him with murderous intent just now was gone.
He said, "Nothing."
Lone Pine and Dead Bamboo looked at each other.
Sammy's performance didn't look like nothing happened.
Jiu Gongzi is in a good mood.
When he is in a good mood, he can't help but do something.
For example, kill one or two people, or kill one or two people.
Candidates seem to have been sent to him.
He came to the Wudang Mountain Heroes Meeting for only one purpose, and that was to find Lord Ye to remove the sword energy.
It's a pity that Ye Chengzhu dropped the line the whole time, and Jiu Gongzi was only a little slow for a while, but he couldn't find anyone.
He probably knew that he had a problem recognizing the road. There were so many palaces in Wudang Mountain, and there were so many peaks. If he lost himself, where would he find City Lord Ye?
So he chose to wait here.
But the process of sitting on the sidelines is really boring.
For any of the heroes present, even if the drama of constant deaths is not interesting, it is definitely not boring. Every day is wandering between life and death. Are you bored and try it?
But Jiu Gongzi did the opposite.
To him, how many people died?
People are dying every day, just as people need to drink water and eat to live. To him, there is no difference between early death and late death.
The fake stone geese could not arouse his interest.
Jiu Gongzi's life is very boring.
There are very few people in this world who can make him feel interesting.
However, his luck seemed to be very good. Although the Lord Ye was not there, there was another person who made him feel very interesting.
Lu Xiaofeng.
Making Gong Jiu feel funny is not a good thing.
Because no one knows where his interesting points are, and most of the people he targets are not very lucky.
Jiu Gongzi likes man-made programs.
He didn't have anyone around, and he didn't want to be too exposed, so he couldn't artificially create a show at the hero meeting.
Only then did he realize that there were already very interesting games at the Qunying Heroes Meeting.
Especially crushing a spider in the house.
He knew the spider.
The ninth son is a genius, and the books he has read are not enough to pile up in several rooms, but he has a photographic memory. With this ability, he can remember no matter how complicated or small the knowledge is.
For example, the inconspicuous little thing in front of me comes from the Western Regions.
It really is a magical land.
He looked at the spider crushed by himself, or rather, the broken corpse, and his curiosity flourished.
Who on earth could manipulate such a gadget.
Yu Tianbao?
Young Master Jiu scoffed, although the people present didn't know much about Yu Tianbao, but he did.
There is very little in this world that he does not know.
Yu Tianbao is good at palming, at most he can make a mask with one hand, how can it be possible to control spiders and poisonous snakes.
He is not a five-poison boy.
But among the people present, there was another person who could make such a move.
The ninth son looked at the three friends of Suihan from a distance, his eyes were calm, but his heart was full of malice.
Lone bamboo, withered pine, cold plum.
Which one is it?
Han Mei met the eyes of Young Master Jiu.
With human eyesight, it is impossible to see his expression from such a distance, but Gong Jiu felt the fear and panic hidden deep in the pupils of the other party.
He laughed softly.
Didn't you find it?
City Lord Ye was in a delicate mood.
He entered the Hall of Supreme Harmony with two oil bottles, and saw sixty coffins.
When he left, it was only half of it, but it doubled after only a few days, what the hell is it?
City Lord Ye suddenly felt guilty.
He thought about it, he should inquire about the situation before looking for someone.
So now there is only one problem.
He looked at Ye Guhong and Yu Tianbao behind him.
Where should these two big oil bottles be placed?
He even had to keep them safe.
City Lord Ye clearly heard a burst of familiar and light footsteps.
There are always some truths in the rivers and lakes that are common.
The higher the lightness skill, the quieter the footsteps.
This also means that if you don't concentrate, even Ye Gucheng won't be able to find the master approaching.
After all, although he has sharp ears and eyes, he is not to the point where he can hear everything.
But now he has Ye Guhong and Yu Tianbao by his side.
As long as there are people around, the mental power of the city lord Ye must be highly concentrated.
What if you don't concentrate and you lose your focus?
He was good at hearing people with his own hands, and when he heard the footsteps, he immediately said: "Master Ximen."
Ye Gucheng may not be familiar enough with others, but Ximen Chuuxue must be familiar with.
By analogy, the people he must be familiar with are Lu Xiaofeng, Huamanlou and so on.
Both main characters and supporting characters.
Ye Guhong's eyes lit up with just one swipe.
What did he hear?
Ximen Chuuxue? !
Yu Tianbao looked at Second Young Master Ye, as if two fires were burning in his eyes.
It looked weird.
It was also a coincidence that the owner of Ximen Village went out for a stroll early in the morning because he didn't know something, and when he came back, he happened to bump into the returning City Owner Ye.
It is false to say that the two of them have no fate.
Ximen Chuuxue knew that Ye Gucheng was out to find his cousin.
As long as the knights who have participated in the Heroes' Meeting know it.
But unlike other people who firmly believed that Ye Guhong was dead, Ximen Chuuxue was full of confidence in Ye City Lord from the very beginning.
The level of confidence is as high as he is to himself.
Therefore, when seeing Ye Guhong, Ximen Chuuxue was not only not surprised, but also gave his diehard fan a look.
Ye Guhong: If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening!
I was so happy that I fainted.
But he didn't dare to get really dizzy, because there was Ye Gucheng in front of him.
To embarrass his cousin is to die.
It is even more unbearable than eating a hundred or a thousand earthworms.
Ye Gucheng said: "What's going on with the owner of Ximen Villa recently?"
He is tactfully probing.
Sure enough, Ximen Chuuxue said very politely: "It's nothing."
More than nothing, even in order to prevent Yu Luosha from not knowing when he would come to the door, he would not get together with the heroes of the Heroes Association, not to mention that Ximen Chuuxue is not a person who likes to deal with people.
For him, having two or three friends and one confidant is enough.
Ximen Chuuxue is not only lonely, but also enjoys loneliness.
People like him and Ye Gucheng, more or less, like to be lonely.
Only loneliness and solitude can carve out a peerless sword.
Ye Gucheng is actually better than Ximen Chuuxue, after all, he did not practice the ruthless way of birth.
As swordsmen, the paths they take are different, and the way they behave in the world is also different.
But this does not prevent the two from becoming confidants.
Since it is a confidant, it is always necessary to ask others for help.
Ye Gucheng said: "If Master Ximen is fine, can you help me take care of my younger brother?"
He looked at Yu Tianbao behind him again, and turned a corner for his name: "There is also this prince."
You can't say it's Mr. Yu, can you?
This surname is really too conspicuous.
So City Lord Ye made his own decision and added a dot to his surname.
Nodding with satisfaction in my heart, it sounds more popular.
Ximen Chuuxue was worthy of being a good friend of the people, without asking a single word, he responded simply and neatly at that time: "Okay."
It is also very moving.
However, the most exciting thing on the scene was of course not Ye Gucheng who finally found an umbrella for the two big oil bottles.
The most excited must be meeting the idol Ye Guhong.
Yu Tianbao looked much calmer than him. Although he knew that he was not Yu Luocha's biological son, he didn't know who Yu Luocha's biological son was. His understanding of Ximen Chuuxue was that Ximen Chuixue was a famous swordsman. , Knowing that I don't think I can die at the moment, I will definitely decide.
As long as you can live, nothing else matters.
If people can pursue less, they will be much happier in life.
Yu Tianbao probably only wants to live now.
Ye Gucheng said: "Master Ximen knows what happened in the few days I was away."
He looked at the thirty extra coffins, meaning something.
Ximen Fuxue's expression also became less pretty.
He had never asked Yu Luocha for help, and the other party seemed to be interested in seeing when he couldn't help but ask him a few words, so he kept staring at Ximen Chuuxue with a smile on his face.
As a result, it is conceivable that the elusive Yu Luocha did not get the coquetry she expected.
Ximen Chuuxue's reasoning was that since Yu Luocha didn't tell, he wouldn't ask.
Very firmly.
So what he knows is also known by everyone. No matter how smart the sword god is, he is not professional in investigating cases.
He said: "The fake stone geese have appeared again."
There is murderous intent in the words.
City Lord Ye said: "He killed all these people?"
Ximen Chuixue said: "Yes."
Ye Gucheng said: "What method?"
Ximen Chuixue said, "Poison."
As soon as the word came out, Ye Gucheng's expression was not very good.
Ye Gucheng said: "Is there any guess about the identity of the fake Shi Yan?"
Ximen Chuixue said: "The three friends of Suihan say that it is Yutianbao."
Hearing the names of Sui Han's three friends, Yu Tianbao's eyes flashed with fear, and then filled with resentment.
What's the matter with him?
Very dissatisfied.
Ye Gucheng said: "The three Suihan friends of Kunlun?"
Ximen Chuixue said: "Now you have joined the Western Demon Cult."
Ye Gucheng said: "Since you are a member of the Western Demon Sect, how could you go to Wudang Mountain?"
Ximen Chuuxue smiled, a mocking and disdainful smile.
He said: "It seems that Zhenren Mei and the three friends of Suihan are old acquaintances."
Ye Gucheng said: "So that's how it is."
He felt that his method of entrusting Yu Tianbao to Ximen Chuuxue was too clever. If the three friends of Suihan saw this person, would he still be alive?
It must be dead.
In Yu Tianbao's state, it is not an exaggeration to say that there were wolves before and tigers after.
Ye Gucheng said solemnly: "Brother Shei and Young Master Wang, I will leave it to the owner of Ximen Village."
Ximen Chuixue said, "Don't worry."
The strength of a man is very sufficient.
Ye Gucheng had to admit that Lu Xiaofeng was right.
Having a friend like Ximen Chuuxue is very reassuring.
He is very fortunate that he has a confidant worth entrusting.
Lu Xiaofeng thought over and over again, and told Zhenren Mei his deduction.
What the fake Shi Yan wanted to kill was probably a white-clothed swordsman in his twenties.
Mei Zhenren was a little unbelievable when he heard it at first, because this inference is really too childish.
He couldn't even believe it.
But no matter how childish the conclusion was, Lu Xiaofeng and Jin Jiuling told him with solemn expressions, so he had to believe it.
No matter how absurd things come out of their mouths, they can always increase their credibility.
Not to mention that no matter what conclusion he has now, he will hold on to it, and a dead horse will be treated as a living horse doctor.
Too many people have died.
No one can die anymore.
But does this mean that he said that if he is not dead, he will be fine?
Zhenren Mei sighed heavily, she was more than ten years old.
If at the beginning Ye Gucheng saw that he had a few more years to live, now it seemed that he could die at any time, and he could only hold on with one breath.
When Ye Gucheng came back, he saw such a head of the Wudang faction.
Lu Xiaofeng said: "Master Ye."
The speech was a surprise.
Because he could tell that Ye Guhong had found it.
City Lord Ye nodded reservedly.
But Lu Xiaofeng could tell that City Lord Ye had found someone, but the others couldn't.
Who told Ye Gucheng to always have a stern face, whether he was in a good mood or not, it was always the same.
Also, people are inherently bad.
When one's own friend dies badly, one does not wish others' friends to live well.
At this juncture, if Ye Guhong, who had been missing for a long time, did not die, he would become a different kind.
Ye Gucheng's expressionless face was naturally interpreted as the grief of losing his cousin.
This seems to give the living a wonderful and negative psychological comfort.
Since the brothers of City Lord Ye are all dead, and the death of their friends doesn't seem to be a very serious and sad event.
Although it is said that they love brothers and sisters, in most people's hearts, friends and brothers and sisters are still different.
There are very few people in this world who can really do anything for their friends, and Lu Xiaofeng is one of them.
So he is the hero Lu.
Other than Lu Xiaofeng, there were others who sensed Ye Gucheng's emotions.
That is Gong Jiu.
The Ninth Young Master hid in the crowd, and since the real Mei Mei hadn't announced Lu Xiaofeng's deduction to the public, there are still many swordsmen and knights in white clothes here.
Although those people are not taller than Gong Jiu, most of them are burly.
This will happen if you don't practice the foreign kung fu well.
Muscular and burly.
He hides himself in the crowd without pressure.
The body is hidden in the crowd, but a pair of eyes and a heart are all focused on Ye Chengzhu.
Looking at him, the sword energy in his shoulder seemed to be stirring, messing up his nearby meridians.
Young Master Jiu didn't care about the little pain at all, and put his fingers on a few acupuncture points around the shoulder.
The pain intensifies, but does not interfere with other meridians.
The unbearable pain for ordinary people is like rain after a long drought to Master Jiu.
It's a treat.
Physical pain brings spiritual joy, and he looked at Ye Gucheng more enthusiastically.
City Lord Ye shuddered calmly.
He suddenly felt a long-lost, familiar, perverted gaze.
Li Yan glanced in a certain direction, only to see a few white-clothed swordsmen here and there, and when they saw City Lord Ye looking over, they all showed dreamy smiles like fans being lucky by idols.
At this time, I don't forget to chase stars, and I am very awesome.
However, City Lord Ye did not give a friendly and kind smile, he just glanced at the few people meticulously.
Nothing special.
But the cold and sticky sight like a snake wrapped around his heart and couldn't go away.
City Lord Ye's expression became more serious.
Who is it?
Ninth Young Master is in a good mood.
Seeing the long-lost Lord Ye, I want to walk with a smile.
But Gong Jiu's smile is probably only he finds it good-looking, even the beef soup can't help but shudder when he sees it.
Because his eyes are too deep, it seems that there are countless dark and dark monsters struggling in his eyes at any time, and the arc of the corner of his mouth is very hollow.
Such a Ninth Young Master is frightening.
He returned to the room with such a weird smile all the way, and fortunately he didn't meet anyone else on the way, otherwise he would have thought he was a fake stone goose wearing a human skin mask.
However, Jiu Gongzi loves cleanliness very much, so much that he is almost obsessed with cleanliness. Even if he looks at dirty things like human skin masks, he will feel that his eyes are dirty.
So he washed his hands more than ten times after crushing the poisonous spider from the Western Regions to death.
Wash your hands ten times every time you play with the spider's corpse.
I don't know what's wrong with him.
He thinks the spider is dirty and wants to play with it, isn't this self-abuse.
However, he has always had a penchant for self-torture.
Ninth Young Master walked to the door and paused.
The door was closed when he left, but it is still closed now.
This is very inappropriate.
Because he didn't lock the door from the inside, he opened the window again. Today, the southwest wind is very strong, and the door should be blown a crack by the wind.
He showed a very playful smile, because Jiu Gongzi thought of the spider that he played with countless times yesterday.
Why is there so little fun on Wudang Mountain, he didn't even find Lu Xiaofeng who could be a fun yesterday, so naturally he can only do something to the spider that he hates to death.
Even if he thinks that spider is dirty.
Jiu Gongzi is very childlike, but what is more in him is the cruelty of a child, not the innocence of a child.For most people and animals in this world, small children are scary enough.
Jiu Gongzi is full of curiosity like a child, likes the new and dislikes the old just like the child, what he surpasses the child is the martial arts and mobility.
Out of curiosity, he pretended not to know anything and opened the door.
There is no one on the front.
He closed the door again slowly, and then raised his head with lightning speed, and sure enough there was a gecko stuck to the ceiling.
He smiled because he guessed right.
There is no one in front of you, and the door is opened to the bottom. Isn’t the only place where Tibetans can be brought in?
Few people pay attention to what is above their heads, which is a visual blind spot.
But Gong Jiu will not ignore it.
A masked face and a slanted silver needle were reflected in his bottomless pupils.
The tip of the needle shone with a poisonous green light.