fox lure

Chapter 236

Chapter 236
"I don't recognize my relatives, I don't show favoritism, I'm heartless and ungrateful."

"With no one to share the joy, what's the point of being a fairy?"

"Heh," Dai Yuemian sneered when he heard this.

The corners of his eyes flicked at me lightly, with a look of contempt on his face.

"Hall Master." Huang Jiu threw the Yanghun talisman paper wooden box to Dai Yuemian.

Everyone's heads turned following the wooden box again, watching the wooden box throw an arc in the air.

"Nine Immortals!" Jin Manshan still didn't lift his head from the ground, but lay on his side on the ground, shouting in shock and fear.

The wooden box was caught by Dai Yuemian, "Heh..."

This sneer, why, I heard the voice very familiar?
In the next second, he grasped the wooden box, exerted some force with his fingers, and a stream of red Qi rushed into the wooden box.

The wooden box exploded.

The sun soul talisman paper inside lit a fire.

My eyes widened. When Dai Yuemian pinched the wooden box and the Yanghun charm, those dark red pupils kept staring at me, with a sullen expression, but a dark smile, "Haha!"

I frowned, but someone was more broken than me.

It was Zhang Leshu. She broke down and cried, crawling towards Dai Yuemian with resentment: "Yuemian! Yuemian, you promised me? You lied to me!"

Before she touched Dai Yuemian's trouser legs, the strong red energy on Dai Yuemian's body dissipated.

Immediately afterwards, Dai Yuemian's body was weak and fell to the ground. Seeing that there was no blood on his face, he was weak to a certain extent.

Is this the reaction to being possessed just now?The upper body side effects of Xianjia are extremely serious.

The moment Dai Yuemian fell to the ground, she was in a daze and was very frustrated.

When he burned the talisman to invite the immortal, he probably thought that with the help of the immortal, the chances of winning were close, right?
But then again, what exactly was that thing on his body just now, Huang Jiu called it the hall master.

Dai Yuemian is so weak, let alone Lao Huang reaching out, even I can easily kill him now.

He is not stupid, seeing that the defeat has been decided, he hastily and weakly reached out to Zhang Leshu, "Leshu, help me up, let's go to Xingling to find the immortal, he must still have a way to save you."

After listening to this music book, she is not stupid.

Immediately got up, shook off Dai Yuemian, turned her head and ran down the hill again, as if no one was there.

He didn't even say anything to Dai Yuemian, and didn't talk to her mother Ai Li.

She was seeing that Dai Yuemian was dying, she abandoned Dai Yuemian as the 'culprit', and went to Xingling alone to find some immortal.

After all, if she walked with Dai Yuemian, it was basically impossible for her to walk together.

Based on what Dai Yuemian has done these years, it is impossible for Lao Huang to let him go.

This time Zhang Leshu really ran away without looking back.

Ai Li tilted her feet and chased after her in a panic: "Fatty, wait for mom..."

Master Yuantong's Hei Teng, a few heads and Huang Shuang'er let out a weird laugh, "Giggle~"

Hei Teng quickly retracted to the ground and fled away.

I wonder what this aunt is thinking?Do you have any knowledge?
It was quiet on Pingyin Peak. After Huang Jiu and Jin Manshan left, the remaining people were all injured.

Li Zhenggang was writhing in pain, rolling all over the floor.

Dai Yuemian was weak and couldn't get up, but he wasn't dead yet. He stared at the sky with a look of unwillingness in his eyes, and a weird laugh came out of his throat.

The old abbot sighed again: "Amitabha."

I leaned on Lao Huang's lap in a daze, and Lao Huang's leg was very hot and warm.

Only at night, the wind is still very strong.

The old abbot stood up after reciting the Buddha's name, and together with Lao Huang, they sealed the black air mass that was struggling and swollen crazily.

At this moment, Li Zhenggang reluctantly climbed down the mountain, no one stopped him.

"Junior Brother, can my memorial tablet still return to Fengyuguan?" Dai Yuemian lay on the ground unable to move, and murmured to Lao Huang.

"I didn't really do anything to hurt the view of plumpness."

"Master, I didn't eat it back then. I got up for the sake of plumpness."

He keeps talking about this, who will believe it?

It's not the ancestor who ate it, who ate it?
"Without me, you'd be forced to be who I am today."

"My mistake was falling in love with a woman."

Is he out of his mind?The foreword does not match the afterword.

"Junior brother, I know that my time limit is up today, and I am the one who guards the concept of plumpness. I know that you will never believe me."

I still want to hear what he said, "I am Cao Nima! You killed my father! I will also expose your corpse to the wilderness! Nobody collects the corpse!"

Grandma's dog Tian Dawei was scared like a dog before, but now seeing Dai Yuemian defeated, he begged for mercy.

Holding a big rock in his hand, he frantically rushed to Dai Yuemian, and smashed it down fiercely.

"Are you him? Kill my father! You kill my father!"

"I let you kill! I hate you!"

The big rock was half the size of a water tank and weighed tens of kilograms by visual inspection.

Tian Dawei crazily smashed Dai Yuemian's head, smashed it once, lifted it up and continued to smash it.

Not long after, Dai Yuemian's head was smashed like bloody mud, even the outline was gone.

"Haha." Changjiang was lying on the ground with blood all over his face. He actually laughed when he saw this scene, and then started to cry.

And what about Xue Chen?His eyes were dull, and he watched Tian Dawei kill someone with a blank expression, and his mood was not touched at all.

Neither happy nor unhappy.

"..."

I turned my head to see Lao Huang and the old abbot sealing the cloud of black air together, they were both chanting Buddhist and Taoist runes.

"All kinds of evil thoughts, miscellaneous thoughts are dust, worship goodness as such, morning dew and rosy clouds, blessings and moon in a cage, quiet and contemplative..."

Think quietly.

Be quiet and think about it.

The black air gradually gave up struggling, as if being comforted, and gradually fell into the huge pit.

A layer of gold and blue, shiny air mask gradually emerged from the mouth of the pit.

Lao Huang and the old abbot can appease this 'all kinds of evil thoughts'.

But Lao Huang couldn't comfort himself, after sealing the thing, he turned and stared at Dai Yuemian for a long time.

This is the person he hates the most in his life, Dai Yuemian still confuses people with lies even before his death, unwilling to find a way out again.

Old Huang's eyes were full of hatred, and in the end he was expressionless, kicking Dai Yuemian's body into the mouth of Pingyin Peak.

"Oh, Master's merit is immeasurable!"

Four or five Taoist priests came from below Pingyin Peak, kneeling one by one and said: "Uncle Master is a Taoist, he sacrificed his life for the Dao, and his merits are immeasurable~"

These people ran up the mountain, carried the Yangtze River, hugged Xue Chen, supported the old abbot, and wanted to help Lao Huang.

With a sweep of Lao Huang's sleeves, he took my hand and walked in the direction of Feng Yu Guan.

Neither of us spoke the whole way.

When I was approaching the entrance of the Taoist temple, I murmured: "Old Huang, you didn't let my Yang Soul return to my body earlier, but you knew that Dai Yuemian would make trouble. If my Yang Soul returned to my body, he should kill me."

"You want to attract him, then kill him, and then let my soul return to my body, right, it's safe."

Lao Huang wanted to be safe when he did this.

Lao Huang was quite weak, looked down at me, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "I didn't eat in vain, I grew my brain."

"Of course, think quietly." I smiled proudly.

The people in front had already carried Changjiang and Xue Chen, and supported the old abbot to the entrance of the Taoist temple.

Grandma's dog followed me and Lao Huang, weeping and twitching.

"My disciple, are you sad?" Lao Huang took my hand and walked slowly, pausing in his steps.

"It's sad to pretend that it doesn't matter, right?"

When Lao Huang asked this, he touched the top of my head with his hand.

(End of this chapter)

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like