It turns out that he is the cause of everything, and he is the murderer who killed so many people.
The big sword fell to the ground, and Zhu Yingtai couldn't exert any strength anymore, so he just crawled on the ground, waiting for the moment when the blood flowed.
Maybe after becoming a soul, you can feed Qingqing infinitely, and you don't have to care about the rules and regulations on the mainland, even if your children really become demonic murderers, you can do everything good.
Maybe only that world can have real happiness, and he should be happy, but why did he shed tears.
"Whew!"
Can you not shed tears, the translator at home can't put down the big knife, and accidentally didn't hold it steady, just cut it on Zhu Yingtai's back, and the feeling of being cool from head to toe arises spontaneously.
"I'm sorry, I just missed it for a while, who hasn't walked the rivers and lakes so many times, don't mind, it's a big deal, I will burn a few more incense plants for you on your sacrifice day in the future."
No wonder Zhu Yingtai felt a little regretful, if he left the master translator in the world, he didn't know how many innocent people would be persecuted by him.
Gripping the sword tightly, he slowly stood up, this would be their last battle.
"Good!
I accept your challenge. ” For Zhu Yingtai, who is already half-dead, there is no reason for the translator to refuse.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
The two rushed at the same time, after all, the master translator has some ability, not only can imitate, but also can be modified and deduced in an instant, even if this talent is placed in the history of Tenglong, it can also be ranked in the top three.
And Zhu Yingtai was a five-rank martial artist at the age of twenty, a five-rank martial artist at the age of thirty, and now he is forty-two years old, and he is still a five-rank martial artist.
"Whew!
Laugh at!
Laugh at!
” The knife came too violently, Zhu Yingtai didn't have any chance to dodge at all, and his body was opened with three big openings.
"That's how it feels, the boy should be enthusiastic!"
The knife is already a bloody knife, but the person is still so clean, and the translator at home shows his strength to the world again.
"I haven't fallen down yet, just with your three-legged cat kung fu, you still want to be compared with the head of the Zhu family, it's ridiculous!"
"You're looking for death."
It's like chopping wood, Zhu Yingtai still doesn't dodge or dodge, letting the blood spray out, and the master translator who was still very clean just now, now he still has the appearance of a little human, like a demon who crawled out of the blood prison.
"Do you know why the Zhu family uses a heavy sword to cultivate, in fact, even if it is a more ordinary sword, it is possible, and even more flexible.
That's because what the Zhu family practiced was not a real sword at all, but a virtual sword, and only by exercising the ** and soul to the extreme can we truly give full play to the essence of the Zhu family's swordsmanship, that is, the power of the virtual sword!
” Father's words were in his ears, and that familiar feeling, Zhu Yingtai smiled and smiled happily.
"Very good, wait a minute, make you laugh more heartily, let you die laughing, I think you will thank me!"
The translator in charge was ruthless this time, and he had to kill Zhu Yingtai.
"Whew!"
The interpreter suddenly disappeared, and it turned out that blood was pouring out of his legs, and even the person concerned may not understand what was happening.
When he looked around again, the blood that Zhu Yingtai sprayed just now turned into countless small red swords, that kind of unstoppable power, so that he couldn't raise the power to resist at all.
"Incredible, really incredible, that feeling, is it the legendary virtual sword, I can't imagine that Zhu Yingtai, a stupid donkey, will also have an enlightened day, hallucination, everything is an illusion, Lao Tzu absolutely doesn't believe it!"
It is more comfortable to sit up in this bank, and when Lu Jinpeng finished translating the last look, Jian Yu completely shrouded the master translator, and in the end he was still the familiar him.
There was no hatred, no nostalgia, Zhu Yingtai just closed his eyes slowly, and at the last moment, he saw a familiar face.
It's the smiling face that is covered with a red cloth and makes people feel enchanted......
Zhu Erxiong was in a hurry along the way, yelling and scolding, but when he arrived at his son's room, he saw that he was sleeping soundly, which felt a little strange, and it turned out that the door did not know where it had flown to.
It's all due to Miss Zhu, presumably the door that was kicked away has been cleaned up by the next person.
From beginning to end, the head of the family already understood, thinking that his son actually understood the situation of the Rare Residence, and he could be so calm, the old and young of the Lu family didn't say anything, didn't he care about his father.
"I wish Yingtai you wake up for your son!"
"Hey, hey!"
At the critical time, I wish the eldest young master how to care so much, although the dream is not good, but it is very poignant, and finally in hell, he and Qingqing met again, although they are missing some parts.
After all, every layer of hell will be cut off, cut something, I hope they mourn.
"Zhu Yingtai, you are still pretending to be asleep, if you don't give Lao Tzu an explanation today, you will get out of the Zhu family, are you doing this on purpose, you just want to kill Lao Tzu, you wake up, wake up to Lao Tzu!!"
Seeing that he couldn't scream, Zhu Erxiong, a true man of the Zhu family, immediately started to move, slapping and fanning, and kicking his poisonous feet, if he didn't wake up like this, he would rather die on the wall.
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In fact, not only did he not wake up, but Zhu Yingtai also laughed stupidly, obviously this had completely angered the Lord of Zhu Everyone. picked up a pot of water on the table and poured it on Zhu Yingtai's face.
"Qingqing, don't, we already have one hundred and twenty children in hell, don't you have fulfilled your long-cherished wish, don't be so impulsive, hundreds of millions of ghosts are watching us!"
However, the living Qingqing is unreasonable, how can she expect her to be reasonable after she dies, and immediately a living spring palace began to be staged in front of everyone.
At the critical moment, Zhu Yingtai found his father who was driving the colorful clouds and captured him, and he was finally able to be freed.
Whether he was happy or sad, at least when he saw Qingqing, who was getting farther and farther away from him, he silently shed tears.
"Good boy, I'm finally awake, let's talk about it, what good things have you done, from today onwards, I wish Erxiong no son like you."
When he saw Zhu Yingtai who opened his eyes, raising his mouth was a personal attack.
"You old thing still has the face to say, Lao Tzu and Qingqing are so happy, although there is occasionally a little pain, but it is a normal need, but you actually broke up the two of us who love each other so much, even if it becomes a ghost, the two of us will not be together, are you my father, I have been holding this question for 20 years, tell me, whether you are my father or not!"
"You......
If it weren't for your own father, who would have pulled you up, who would have squandered your gold everywhere to buy elixir, if Lao Tzu was not your father, let Lao Tzu go to hell!
” I never thought that my son would have such thoughts, in addition to heartache, there is also a sense of desolation.
"There is some truth to it, but Dad, my son is doing something big in a dream, don't mix it blindly, hurry up and stay where it is cool, my son will continue to sleep, no, why should I continue to sleep, isn't this a dream, why do I suddenly have a bad premonition."