Don't be afraid, fairy, I'm blind

Chapter 74 Brothers and Masters and Disciples (I beg you to read skr~)

In the dilapidated old house, only the faint moonlight penetrated the fog and shone on the injured and dying old man.

A young man with tears on his face held the old man's hand tightly and sobbed in grief.

There was a short and thin young man on one side who was indifferent to this scene of deep master-disciple love. Instead, he had a look of resentment on his face. He was crying and cursing:

"Old man, you deserve to die! I've obviously gone back! Why do you have to take me away too! Wuwu..."

"Wu Ping, shut up! Do you have any conscience?"

Wu Cheng glared at Wu Ping. He was not harsh on his younger brother in the past, but this time he was really angry.

"Brother! What kind of conscience do you have to talk to Xie Sui!"

As soon as Wu Ping finished speaking, a "pop" sound suddenly sounded, and Wu Cheng slapped Wu Ping so hard that he was stunned in place.

Wu Cheng gasped and his voice came out from between his teeth:
"If Master hadn't protected us with his life, we would have been killed by Junior Sister Yousuna! If Master hadn't protected us with his life, how could we have survived today!"

Wu Ping also stopped crying. He covered his burning right face and slowly turned his head to look directly at Wu Cheng. His narrow eyes were full of coldness:

"Wu Cheng! Don't be moved here for me! Whether he wants to save you or me, you know it in your heart! When I was chased and beaten by that You Su, he could have taken action long ago but he had to wait for me to hurry up Only take action when it doesn't work!

In all these years, has he ever praised me? Can't you see that he has never looked down upon me at all? My brother... only you are his dearest disciple... In his eyes, I am just a loser who got into his disciples just because of my connections! It’s just a burden that’s holding you back from taking off! He wants me to get out of here, do you understand? "

Wu Ping hysterically recounted the injustices he had felt over the years, while Wu Cheng seemed to have reacquainted himself with this younger brother who was a bit stupid and arrogant but obeyed his words. He looked at Wu Ping blankly, with disappointment in his eyes:

"If Master doesn't treat you as his disciple, why can you live until now? Why did he protect you from being eaten by the evil spirits after he was possessed by an evil spirit and lost his mind? And why did you betray him after you betrayed him? , after telling others that he is evil, he still wants to take you away at all costs?

That's because he felt that the place just now was dangerous! The master has been eroded by evil spirits, and he only relies on the idea of ​​​​taking his disciples out of danger to survive until now! If not to save you! He wouldn't have suffered that fatal blow at all, do you understand or not? "

"I don't understand!" Wu Ping stared angrily, and the resentment in his eyes seemed to burst out. He chewed through the gums and blood, "I only know that I am already safe, but this old immortal monster has to drag me back! It's not him. Why did we end up here if we had to provoke that Yousu? Time and time again, it was him who put me in such a situation! Do I still have to talk to him about my conscience!"

Wu Cheng suddenly laughed miserably, as if his heart had died:
"You don't understand... you don't understand anything. Master just wants you to suffer more setbacks and make progress, but you have misunderstood this..."

Wu Ping sneered, "Stop saying these high-sounding words to me! You don't even understand the grievances I have suffered!"

Wu Cheng closed his eyes tightly and shed a few more tears. He shook his head and was about to defend his master a few more words when Qi Daodong, who was about to die, suddenly trembled twice and whimpered something in his mouth.

Wu Cheng hurriedly held Qi Daodong's hand and said with concern:

"Master! Stop talking! It will be fine! It will be fine!"

Qi Daodong slowly opened his eyes. The red light in his pupils had disappeared, and he could only see the turbid twilight in the eyes of a dying old man.

His Adam's apple rolled, and a few weak words crawled out of his mouth like zombies:
"It's... my teacher... I'm sorry... you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt like a flashback, and he actually generated a nameless energy and pointed it as a sword, piercing straight into his heart!
"No!" Wu Cheng shouted hoarsely.

But this was of no avail, Qi Daodong had his neck crooked and completely stopped moving. A rotting bloody octopus appeared in front of his heart, motionless, and began to rot after a while.

This high-spirited Qi sect leader who originally had a bright future accepted the evil spirit's power when he was seriously injured, and used it to protect two disciples. After four days, he personally understood the evil spirit in himself, and finally died without resting in peace. Wu Cheng burst into tears, his miserable cries seeming to penetrate the clouds and crack the rocks.

Wu Ping watched with cold eyes, unmoved, and said viciously:

"Damn it, die! Come back to life for me! You brought me here, you have to send me back to die!"

He jumped angrily and suddenly seemed to have caught a glimpse of something. He was so frightened that he collapsed against the wall behind him, his mouth still trembling and he said:
"Brother...what is this?"

Wu Cheng had already burst into tears. After being reminded by Wu Ping, he raised his head and realized that he was surrounded by eight giant tentacles that covered the sky and the sun!

Looking along the tentacles to the end where they meet, there is a flowing vortex of flesh and blood, and the vortex is mixed with the mist. The most eye-catching thing is the two indescribable strange light spots in the middle.

It's not that the two of them forgot to escape, but that they gave up on this unrealistic idea. Two tentacles wrapped around them respectively, lifting them high.

Two identical voices sounded in their heads at the same time:
"Only one person can survive, and in exchange, he needs to do something for me."

This mysterious evil spirit has regarded the death of both of them as a foregone conclusion, and mercifully gave one of them a chance to survive.

The two brothers looked at each other, and their respective expressions could not be seen clearly in the darkness, only their different eyes colliding together...

An hour later, Wu Cheng was walking in the fog and night dragging his seriously injured left leg.

His expression was numb and all the tears had been shed.

……

Under the bright moonlight.

A saintly woman in a white dress supported her body with a sword, and blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth because she couldn't bear it.

Opposite He Shutong was a femme fatale beauty who was wearing scantily clad clothes and covered in weird tattoos. She also wiped away the dried blood at the corner of her mouth and said in a charming voice:
"Venerable Lotus Sword, your cultivation is not that of a man. You lost it for eight years, and once you picked it up, do you think it will be as close to you as before? Now you can kill my junior brother, but you can't kill me. You If you continue to forcefully use Qi like this, your spiritual platform may immediately shatter into pieces..."

He Shutong's eyes were firm, and the evil cultivator was right.

Her body had not yet adjusted to the sudden surge of Xuan Qi from the spiritual platform. Coupled with two consecutive days of fierce fighting, she was already on the verge of collapse.

But she had a reason to enter the fog ahead, and she would never allow herself to stop there.

Thinking of this, she wanted to use the Liansheng Sword Technique again, but suddenly she sensed something and turned to look at the moon hanging high behind her.

A fairy stands in the sky in front of the moon, her white skirt dancing in the wind, like the moon god descending from the nine heavens.

The person who came was none other than the proud leader of the new generation of Xuanxiao Sect, the only true descendant of Venerable Lianjian, and the Fairy Wangshu whom He Shutong said that even a hundred Gu Yaos could not compare to when faced with evil spirits.

A jade rabbit mask covered her true appearance, and her cold voice came faintly:
"Master."

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