"It's not a wraith?"
The Taoist priest originally put his left arm in front of him to resist the attack of his right ear, but now when he heard Cheng Dexuan's words, his arm was put down, and his chest was stiffly hit with a cane in his right ear.
However, as if he didn't feel the pain, the soles of his shoes took a few steps back, raised his scorched head again, looked at the "ghost" on the ground that had been trampled by Cheng Dexuan, and suddenly sneered, and his shoulders trembled slightly, "It's not a ghost?"
Not a wraith?
” Seeing that the plan was seen through by him, the right ear let out a roar, and the staff was smashed to the top of Lao Dao's head, but before he could get close, Lao Dao suddenly kicked at the door, kicked it on the shoulder of the right ear, kicked it out of the air, and spun in the air a few times before it fell to the ground with a bang.
"How can there be any ghost, just a ball of cotton, and dare to hide from the old man?"
Lao Dao roared angrily at the sky, immediately pursed his lips, and silently recited a few spells, obviously trying to hide his body again.
But the next moment, his lips opened slightly, and his eyes suddenly widened, as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning.
The scale worm burrowed into his ears before he could recite the last spell, and it first churned around the priest's head, then slid down his throat to his inner abdomen, tearing his internal organs and biting his veins.
Although it was already scarred, and every movement brought a sharp pain, but it did not stop, and the blood of the enemy made it excited and happy, and it was difficult to control itself.
It stirred up clouds and water in Lao Dao's body, crushing his flesh and bones into mud.
"Bang", Lao Dao lay on his back and fell to the ground, his eyes were slightly open, motionless staring at the dark clouds that gradually dispersed overhead, the moonlight shone down through the gaps in the clouds, throwing the pale silver light veil to the earth, but he could no longer see it, after thousands of years of life and death, he finally fell in front of the opponent he was most afraid of.
There is no phase in the heart, and the heart is born with the heart; There is no heart, and the phase is extinguished with the heart.
Without a heart, there is no phase Seeing Lao Dao fall to the ground suddenly, Cheng Dexuan knew that the general trend had gone, he looked left and right in a panic, and stepped back on tiptoe, wanting to escape from here while the night was dark.
But the back was cold and bumped into a cold body, and he turned his head tremblingly, facing Yan Niang's cold eyes, "Master Cheng, you have excellent medical skills, why don't you help this Taoist master take the pulse and see if he still has life?"
” "It's rotten under the skin, how can you still live?"
Cheng Dexuan trembled and shook his head again and again, not daring to look at Yan Niang.
Yan Niang chuckled, and the cool breath exhaled penetrated his ears, Cheng Dexuan shuddered, and hurriedly blocked the ear piercing with his palm, for fear that she would concoct it in the same way and turn into a scale insect and burrow into his ear, "Master Cheng, it turns out that you are also afraid."
Do you know, when I first met you in this capacity, I thought you were a young man, but I didn't expect that you were the same as eleven years ago, and even younger than when you were a doctor.
I was surprised at the time, why did killing the first emperor not stir up a wave in your heart, you eat and sleep as usual, and you are like a fish in water in officialdom, as if the incident eleven years ago has turned into smoke and dissipated in your memory.
It wasn't until this moment that I realized that people like you are not like iron and stone, not that they can't be afraid, but that they are incorruptible and shameful, and they never know how to blame themselves or regret them. ” Her voice became more and more urgent, and when she heard this, Cheng Dexuan's legs were limp on the ground, his hands on the ground, like a lost dog crawling back and forth on the ground, trying to escape Yan Niang's questioning.
In a panic, he saw a familiar figure, so he hurriedly hid behind the man, tugged on his sleeve, and begged in a low voice, "Mu You, you help me talk, she is your wife, you just saved her, she will listen to your words." ” Cheng Muyou was stunned, and then threw off his sleeves in disgust, he looked sideways at Cheng Dexuan, slowly lowered his eyelids, and squeezed out a few words from his mouth, "Evil has evil retribution, and this result is your own fault." ” After speaking, he slowly stepped aside, made way for Yan Niang, lowered his eyes to look at his feet, and said no more.
Yan Niang looked at Cheng Dexuan, who was shaking in front of her, and looked at it for a long time, and finally didn't take another step forward, because just now, she clearly saw the tears in Cheng Muyou's eyes, shining, and he desperately suppressed them and hid them behind his eyes.
She had never seen him cry, and when she saw him for the first time today, she felt quite sad and couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
Her palms opened and closed and closed, but she could not reach the old figure in front of her.
That person, she hated for many years, waited for many years, and at this moment, it became an insurmountable chasm in front of her.
"Girl, why don't you do it, this old man poisoned the first emperor with his own hands, it was a thorn in your flesh and a thorn in your eye, why are you still hesitating now?"
Holding the injured shoulder in his right ear, he walked behind Yan Niang and said to her hurriedly.
"Madam, originally I advocated that his crimes be reported to the world and dealt with by the law, but now that the situation has changed, why don't you put him to justice on the spot here, so as to relieve the hatred in your heart and avenge the first emperor."
Cheng Muyou heard the sound in his right ear, and he also came back to his senses, he pretended not to care and gently touched the corner of his eye with his fingertips, and then looked up at Yan Niang, and said this sentence decisively and firmly.
"Kill him, won't you really be sad?"
She looked at him, a flash of compassion in her eyes.
Cheng Muyou shook his head, "He poisoned the first emperor, murdered Zhongliang, and put Shuyuan and He Xu to death for his own selfishness, not only that, but also ruined their reputation after death."
Such a villain, even if he is my biological father, how can I shield and favor, madam, you can do it. ” After that, he suddenly smiled at Yan Niang, and his smile revealed a little sickness, but soon, the laughter was replaced by a violent cough.
He clutched his shoulders, but there was red blood oozing from his fingers, frighteningly red, sliding down the back of his pale hand onto the placket.
"Why are your injuries so bad?"
Yan Niang was taken aback, and quickly ran to his side, holding his back and letting him lean on his shoulder.
Cheng Muyou held her arm and smiled slightly, wanting to say something comforting, but his eyes suddenly widened, and there was horror inside, falling on the Wang family father and son who had been hiding not far away.
Wang Weiting stood up at some point, his robe didn't look so fitting, hanging loosely on his body, as if he had cut the wrong size.
The head also seems to have shrunk, which is completely different from the original appearance of fat head and big ears.
He turned his head suddenly, and looked blankly at Cheng Dexuan, who was slumped to the ground, with only a cracked face, and after being stunned for a while, he stretched out a thick tongue towards him.