After I worshipped Bodhi, I was invincible

Chapter 116

The middle-aged man's expression was frozen, and he obediently threw the fruit knife on the ground.

On the other side, Zhou Zhiyu was strangled by the tattooed man, and the man with the lotus flower tattoo on his hand looked at Ao Qing and said angrily: "There are two things, but this girl's life is also in my hands, you'd better Don't move!"

After saying that, the tattooed man brought the blade close to Zhou Zhiyu's neck.

The lotus flowers blooming on the arm of the tattooed man are strange and lush, and the smiling Buddha has no Buddha nature at all.

Ao Qing frowned, quickly thinking about countermeasures in her mind.

These two people are not afraid that the police obviously have cards, and they may not be rescued if they continue to drag on. At midnight, it is difficult to meet pedestrians who are willing to take action on the street. If only one person may get away with it.

But now, can she just ignore it?
Looking at Zhou Zhiyu who had bloodstains on his neck, Ao Qing felt a sharp pain in his head.

It seemed as if a corner of the picture covered in white mist could be glimpsed, but in a blink of an eye, there was only chaotic and disorderly darkness left.

Glancing behind him from the corner of the eye, the middle-aged man stretched his arms back, as if he was about to grab something.

Seeing this, Ao Qing turned her wrist sharply, and the blade swung upwards, intending to stab the opponent's chest.

"Pfft!"

The skin was cut and blood spattered.

It's a pity that he was a step too late, the middle-aged man quickly took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, and threw them in Ao Qing's face.

——"Bah!"

Ao Qing took advantage of the situation and bent down, rubbing the ground and taking a few steps back.

The jackknife was still in his hand, but the middle-aged man had already gotten rid of the restraints, and a killing intent appeared on his gloomy face.

Misfortunes never come singly, Zhou Zhiyu on the other side was directly stabbed by the tattooed man.

Her cries echoed all around, but the pedestrian street was like an island isolated from the world, no one responded, and no one heard the cries.

On the lifeless narrow street, Zhou Zhiyu's blood spurted out, staining the lotus blooming on the arm of the tattooed man red

"Damn it!" Ao Qing cursed a few words in his heart while holding the knife.

The tattooed man shook off the blood on the knife, and threw Zhou Zhiyu, who was injured in his lower abdomen, to the side of the road, while he rushed towards Ao Qing holding the blood-stained fruit knife.

Before taking a few steps, Zhou Zhiyu got up.

She didn't know where to take out a heavy wine bottle.

"Oh!"

The wine bottle hit the tattooed man's shoulder heavily, the bottle shattered, and the sharp glass pierced into the tattooed man's shoulder. His flesh hurt, and he punched Zhou Zhiyu on the body, throwing her out directly.

"Stop it, you madman!"

Ao Qing was stunned, her brain was buzzing, as if her brain was about to explode.

"Run...leave me alone..." Zhou Zhiyu shouted, his voice hoarse, blood gushed out, and he quickly lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Murder on the street!
Ao Qing stared at the tattooed man viciously. The blood-stained lotus on his arm was like the other shore flower blooming on the road to the underworld, full of evil thoughts and desires.

Thoughts surged in his mind, and countless pictures seemed to have been directly gouged out, bloody present in front of his eyes.

Zhou Zhiyu...Zhou Zhiyu...

Strong emotions overwhelming, Ao Qing covered her head, her eyes were red.

What did I forget, I must have forgotten something...

What a very important thing!

At this moment, the middle-aged man took the opportunity to smash his fist on Ao Qing's back, with a muffled "bang", Ao Qing with red eyes staggered a few steps and nearly fell to the ground.

"You crazy woman, biting people like a wild dog, undertake the construction, just kill her and drag her into the carriage!"

Ao Qing felt dizzy in front of her eyes, and the roar of a middle-aged man came from her ears.

Before he could stand upright, another punch hit him, which was hot and painful.

The tattooed man swung the fruit knife directly, and made a bloody gash towards Ao Qing's abdomen.

"Do you still dare to run?" The tattooed man grabbed Ao Qing's collar and said with a smirk, "You fucking dare to threaten me. Believe it or not, I abolished you and put you in the basement as a beast?"

Ao Qing's hair was in a mess, and she looked at the man in front of her with bloodshot eyes.

The severe pain in the brain has not been relieved, it seems that there is a hole in the back of the head, and the painful person breaks out in cold sweat.

The pain made Ao Qing calm down, she stared at the tattooed man, at the lotus Buddha on his arm, that blood-stained, blooming lotus.

……

Zhou Zhiyu, blood, lotus...

Ao Qing's blood-stained fingers moved, and she swung upwards vigorously, grabbing at the side face of the tattooed man.

There were five glaring bloodstains on his face. Under the pain, the tattooed man completely lost control, punched Ao Qing hard in the face, and cursed: "Damn it, I will kill you today!"

As he said that, the tattooed man raised his fruit knife and wanted to stab Ao Qing in the chest.

But at this moment, a smile appeared on Ao Qing's blood-stained face. She raised her head and looked at the person in front of her with cold eyes.

"you dare!"

As soon as the words fell, Ao Qing pinched the Jue, and a wave of light hit the tattooed man's chest.

"Oh!"

The tattooed man threw himself out, and hit the ground with a bang, his body fell to the concrete floor, the tattooed man's blood spattered, his limbs twitched.

Ao Qing still stood where she was, with her head lowered, her messy hair covering most of her face.

And the original black pupils gradually turned into dark green vertical pupils, glowing with a faint cold light in the dim pedestrian street.

The memory in my brain returned to the original state, and this place is not reality at all.

She, Ao Qing, had already died once!

Here is the hallucination of Taixu Examination, the so-called greed and delusion, the so-called fear and hatred... Yulian imagined a dream that is both real and illusory, Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly, I don't know whether it is true or not.

Pinch the formula with your fingers to condense the Taikang Immortal Sword.

Ao Qing turned around and looked at the fat middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's face was pale, but he took a few steps back like a living person. His body was shaking and he stumbled, "Monster...monster! Don't come here...don't come here!"

With the sword in hand, the middle-aged man was split into two.

His lower body was still retreating, but his upper body had already hit the ground.

Blood and internal organs flowed all over the floor, and those bodyless legs and feet also wobbled and fell to the ground.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Ao Qing took a few steps forward.

The middle-aged man hadn't completely lost consciousness, he spat out blood foam, his eyes widened, and he stared at the sky in fear.

Ao Qing bent over slowly, a blade of ice condensed in her hand.

"Don't you like peeping very much?" Ao Qing spoke calmly and smiled kindly.

"I'm a good person, and I respect your hobbies, but I also have a hobby, and you have to satisfy me." As soon as the words fell, the ice blade came out and cut the man's eyes.

Half of his body twitched, and warm liquid flowed from his eye sockets.

After destroying the eyes of the middle-aged man, the evil fire in Ao Qing's heart still persisted. She straightened up and looked at the tattooed man lying struggling in a pool of blood not far away.

"You scumbags don't deserve to live!"

She hit the ground on her toes, jumped up, and landed directly in front of the tattooed man.

——"Puff!"

The sword light was dazzling, and he cut off the tattooed man's head cleanly.

Seeing the head rolled several times in the blood pool, Ao Qing gradually calmed down, and what she saw and heard in the past few days also dissipated with the blood.

Or, just in front of you.

These things never end.

Turning around and looking at Zhou Zhiyu's corpse, Ao Qing was silent for a moment, trying to do something, but finally found that he was in an illusion, and what he did was futile.

Desire... has never disappeared, and cannot disappear.

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(End of this chapter)