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Chapter 247 What did you do?

Yan Xiang has no ill feeling towards Zhang Mo.And he has a good impression, because he thinks Zhang Mo is very interesting.Although often silent, he is not the type to play tricks.

"To be honest, I am not from Mount Shu." Although Yan Xiang practiced in Mount Shu, he is not a descendant of Mount Shu.And Daoist Qingfeng didn't formally accept him as an apprentice, he was at most a guest of Shushan.Although he has been using the resources of Shushan to practice.

"Then you are also here to help Shushan out?"

"Almost." Yan Xiang smiled and said, "Don't talk about me, if Shushan doesn't have what you want, what will you do?"

"Then I'll go find what I want elsewhere." Zhang Mo's idea was simple.

"But you don't have any reward to help Shushan resist the magic way, is it worth it?" Yanxiang asked curiously.

"Resisting the magic way is also a group of people who hone their strength, and that is already my reward." Zhang Mo said expressionlessly.

What a simple person!

Yanxiang wished he could be as simple as this.Find what you want.If you can't find it, try again.Going forward with only one purpose will naturally save a lot of troubles.

"Would you like to have a competition with me?" Zhang Mo's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he was extremely excited.

Yan Xiang shook his head, "No, we'd better save some energy to deal with the demon way down the mountain."

Yan Xiang stood up and walked out of the pavilion.Zhang Mo's eyes were slightly disappointed, and then he returned to an extremely calm look.

In the evening, Zhu Zijun came to Zhang Mo's room with a jug of wine.She didn't knock on the door, just pushed it open and walked in.

Zhang Mo sat on the stool in a daze. Zhu Zijun came in, but he didn't look up.Didn't even bat an eye.

Zhu Zijun sat down with a smile, took out a glass and poured wine, "You like to drink, I will drink with you."

However, Zhang Mo did not reach out to lift the wine glass, but gave Zhu Zijun a faint look, "I won't drink your wine."

Zhu Zijun lowered his face in disappointment, "Aren't you even willing to drink with me? Well, actually, I'm here to say goodbye to you. I don't want to stay in Shushan anymore, and I don't care about any magic. I'll leave tomorrow .Although you rejected me, I still love you very much in my heart, and I only have you in my heart."

Zhu Zijun looked at Zhang Mo with deep affection in his eyes.Zhang Mo's face was expressionless.

"I'm leaving. We don't know when we will meet again. I don't know what this last cup of farewell wine will be like." Zhu Zijun looked sad.

Zhang Mo reacted, he picked up the wine and drank it down.Zhu Zijun showed a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.Then she poured wine for Zhang Mo and said, "Do you think we have no destiny? We can meet together, but we can't get together. Didn't God play tricks on me? You know how painful and sad your reaction makes me. "

Zhang Mo drank another glass of wine.Then the third cup, the fourth cup...

He was not moved by Zhu Zijun.He just wanted to get drunk, and when he got drunk, he couldn't hear anything, and Zhu Zijun wouldn't continue talking in his ear.

I don't know how many cups he drank, Zhang Mo only felt his body getting hotter and hotter.And the consciousness is a little unclear, and the vision is also a little blurred.He wanted to do something, something out of his control.He really wanted to take off Zhu Zijun's clothes and put Zhu Zijun under his body.

No, he can't do that.He is in control of himself!

But Zhu Zijun has already taken the initiative to throw himself into his arms.Her mouth slowly approached Zhang Mo, and gently blew hot air on Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo couldn't control it anymore, he took off Zhu Zijun's clothes, and threw Zhu Zijun roughly on the bed.He pressed on Zhu Zijun's body and directly entered Zhu Zijun's body.Zhu Zijun hummed in pain, but there was a smile on her face.

Zhang Mo fell on Zhu Zijun's body, twitching non-stop, both of them were dripping with sweat.

It must be a dream, it must be a dream.He was drunk, he was really drunk!

When Zhang Mo woke up, Zhu Zijun was sitting on the edge of the bed and crying in a light gauze.She wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and the tears seemed unstoppable, and she was very sad.

Zhang Mo's face was blank, and his eyes were more filled with pain and depression.

It turns out that this is not a dream!

He turned over and picked up the sword beside the bed to stab himself in the chest.But he was stopped by Zhu Zijun.Zhu Zijun looked at him tenderly, with tears still on his face, "It's none of your business, you're drunk, we're all drunk. Don't do this, I won't blame you."

Zhu Zijun kissed his mouth again.This feeling makes him like and hate, but he can't refuse.He and she fell on the bed again.

The next day, Yanxiang saw Zhang Mo again in the garden pavilion.Zhang Mo was still drinking, one cup after another, non-stop.His face was no longer blank, there was something more, something heavy.

Yan Xiang wanted to go up and talk to him, but found that he had nothing to say, so he left.

In the afternoon, Yan Xiang passed the pavilion again and saw Zhang Mo again.This time he hadn't decided whether to go in, Zhang Mo had already rushed out, like an arrow, and rushed to Yan Xiang, "You want to save me, you want to save me. That woman, that woman is not a woman .”

What woman is not a woman?Could it be that cultivation has damaged the brain?

Zhang Mo's lips kept trembling, as if he wanted to say something more.But he couldn't say a word. There was a look of despair in his eyes, and then he turned and left.

Yan Xiang looked at Zhang Mo's hunched back, and suddenly found that Zhu Zijun had been standing not far away.She had a smile on her face, an annoying smile.

At night, Yanxiang sat on the bed and meditated.

This is already the second night. Tomorrow, we will go to the "Wangyun Terrace" in the middle of the mountain to negotiate with Mo Dao.Yinyue Swordsman hasn't responded to him yet, but he believes that Yinyue Swordsman will definitely adopt his strategy.Because Shushan has no other choice under such circumstances.

It's better to fight to the death than to throw up your hands and surrender!

Yan Xiang didn't light a candle, the room was pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers.His eyes were closed and he didn't want to see anything.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew through, blowing the windows open and crackling.The wind howled continuously, as if it wanted to blow away the house and Yanxiang.

Yan Xiang didn't move, he didn't pay any attention to the noises around him.He has already settled down completely in meditation, so he naturally ignores the reactions around him.

The wind was so strong that the door of the room was blown open.A figure walked in slowly, holding a long sword in his hand, and walked towards Yan Xiang step by step.

He raised his sword at Yan Xiang, but he didn't stab it immediately.He seems to be hesitating!

Yan Xiang still closed his eyes tightly, and the wind around him was loud, so he didn't know anything.

The sword stabbed down and pierced into Yanxiang's chest.Passing through the chest and abdomen, stabbing out from Yanxiang's back, blood dripped down the tip of the sword.

Yan Xiang didn't open his eyes, but he had already slapped the figure in front of him.The figure took a few steps back to avoid Yan Xiang's attack.Yan Xiang jumped up, lit a candle, and sat down on the stool.The sword was still stabbing him, and the blood was still flowing.

He saw the appearance of the figure clearly, and there was more doubt on his face, "Why did you do this?"

The figure's face was full of grief, and he clenched his teeth tightly, unable to speak.This person was actually Zhang Mo, but he no longer wanted to be the Zhang Mo of a day ago, and now he seemed to be a different person.A person who is the complete opposite of the calm Zhang Mo.

"I told him to do this!" Another woman came in outside the door, wearing a white dress, with a proud smile on her face.

This man is Zhu Zijun!

Yan Xiang still didn't understand, "Why did you do this?"

Zhu Zijun smiled mockingly at Yan Xiang, "Because I hate you. This is what happens to people who disrespect Fairy Zhu."

"You...cough cough." Yan Xiang coughed a few times, spewing out a mouthful of blood.His hand clacked the table, and the thick table was crushed by him. He really wanted to crush this woman Zhu Zijun like this table.But now he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Although the sword didn't hit his heart, it pierced through his chest ribs, locked the lute bone, and completely controlled the flow of spiritual energy. Coupled with the non-stop flow of blood, his spirit was already gradually weakening.The lips began to turn pale, and the face gradually paled, which was a sign of loss of vitality.

"You'd better not move around. If you move around, it will only speed up the flow of blood. If you don't take more than a cup of tea, you will die!" Zhu Zijun smiled proudly.

"But I don't think you can wait for a cup of tea. Instead of making you suffer, I'll give you a ride." Then she pulled out the sword she was carrying with her, and walked towards Yan Xiang slowly with a smile on her face.She could already see Yan Xiang lying in a pool of blood. This was the consequence of fighting her Fairy Zhu.

But before she could stab her with the sword, she was suddenly slapped on the back by Zhang Mo's palm.She leaped forward and spat out a mouthful of blood. Before she could turn her head, Zhang Mo snatched the sword from her hand, and then stabbed her in the stomach.She looked at Zhang Mo in disbelief, as if she never expected Zhang Mo to do this.

Zhang Mo drew out his sword, and stabbed Zhu Zijun in the chest again.Zhu Zijun fell to the ground slowly, his body twitching non-stop, his haughty and beautiful face was distorted beyond human shape.And her eyes were still wide open.Zhang Mo drew his sword again, and stabbed Zhu Zijun several times.

Zhu Zijun no longer twitched, she was already dead!

Zhang Mo still didn't say a word, but he could see the pain in his eyes.He raised his head to the sky and roared, turned around and flew out of the room, disappearing into the night.

Yan Xiang stared blankly at what happened in front of his eyes, unable to recover for a long time.

Zhu Zijun ordered Zhang Mo to kill him, Zhu Zijun wanted to kill him, then Zhang Mo killed her, and then Zhang Mo ran away.What happened to the reaction of the two of them?

If Zhang Mo was with Zhu Zijun, why did he kill Zhu Zijun again?

Yanxiang couldn't figure it out, and couldn't think of an answer.Looking at Zhu Zijun's corpse in front of him, it took him a long time to realize that if he didn't give treatment, he would soon become a corpse.

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