After rebirth, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 172 Aren't You Going To Humiliate Me?

From a distance, he looked at her in shock, his pupils constricted, and there was suffocating pain inside.

Li Cang has never been so desperate like this moment, there seems to be a gap between them that will never be bridged.

She is a demon, an evil ghost who returned from hell, and she is about to overthrow the world.

Yin Jiuqing saw his lips open and close, but couldn't hear a single syllable.

His voice seemed to be melted into the thick rain and the biting cold wind, and it was impossible to pry into it.

His eyes were cool, like the moon immersed in well water, without any trace of warmth.

At this moment, he seemed to really know Yin Jiuqing.

The rain is getting heavier. On the streets of Xingtai, a layer of white rain and fog is splashed, like a misty white gauze.

A gust of wind blew over, and the white gauze floated away curlingly, and the raindrops slanted on the stagnant water on the street, stirring up water marks.

Li Cang turned around, staggered a bit, and then stumbled away.

After all, they are not the same kind of people.

Seeing the figure gradually disappearing in the rain, Yin Jiuqing clenched her fists hanging by her side tightly.

At the beginning, I only thought about revenge, but forgot that this sensational scene might also be seen by that monk.

……

When Yin Jiuqing came to Lelizhai, the door of Licangyuan was closed tightly, only the sound of wooden fish came to the eardrum.

He is saving the Zhang family in Jiuchi Xingtai today.

Looking up, she sighed deeply, letting the rain hit her body, bringing a bone-piercing coolness.

A little novice monk holding an umbrella came to her, clasped his hands together, "Almsgiver, please go back, Li Cang doesn't want to see you."

"But I want to see him." She stared at the closed door as if without focus, and said a word very calmly.

The little novice shook his head, before leaving, he still left her the umbrella in his hand, but unfortunately, she didn't appreciate it.

Most of this is to win sympathy. All along, that monk can't bear the slightest bit of pain from her, can't he?
But at this moment, Li Cang's unprecedented stubbornness seemed to be really disappointed.

A blinding, startling flash of light in the sky overhead pierced the darkness, slashing the sky like a silver snake, followed by a thunderclap that shook the ground.

Li Cang, who was knocking on the wooden fish, stopped suddenly, and slightly opened his eyes, "Is she still outside?"

The little novice nodded, "Still standing in the rain."

He frowned again, and a sigh overflowed his lips with deep regret.

The next moment, he began to save the undead who died today.

Yin Jiuqing stood upright, allowing the cold rain to erode.

If she could do it once, she would still choose to do it this way.

The night has come, and we hurried past, and when the dawn comes again, in the world under the shining sun and moon, the scarlet scarlet of yesterday will no longer be found.

Nine-foot Xingtai will be as calm as death.

And the era that belongs to her, Yin Jiuqing, will also come at dawn.

The rain tonight seems to be extraordinarily heavy, so heavy that Li Cang can't concentrate on chanting.

After a long time, he finally put down the wooden fish in his hand in frustration, got up, and walked out.

In the dark night, she was drenched all over, her hair was pressed against her cheek, and her face was extremely pale.

He stood at the door and looked at her from a short distance, "Go back."

"Aren't you going to save me? I killed someone again." Her hoarse voice came erratically.

(End of this chapter)