The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 245 The Unable to Be Injured Shaoqing, Who Did He Hurt?

Chang Yuan grabbed Qing Moyan's neck with one hand, and leaned down, "Even if you guess who I am, it's too late."

Qing Moyan held his breath, because he reduced his inhalation of the aroma from the censer, the scene in front of him became clearer.

Holding a sharp knife upside down in his hand, Chang Yuan aimed at Qing Moyan's chest and stabbed it with precision.

Qing Moyan didn't feel any pain, but subconsciously, he moved his hand and grabbed Chang Yuan's wrist.

Chang Yuan didn't care about this, as the incense was still burning, Qing Moyan's body would have no strength, even if he grabbed his wrist, he couldn't do anything else.

"Crack." There was a slight cracking sound.

Chang Yuan, who withdrew the knife, was taken aback for a moment.

There wasn't even a drop of blood on Qing Moyan's chest, let alone a knife wound.

With a flash in Chang Yuan's eyes, he stretched out his hand and tore off a section of red rope around Qing Moyan's neck.

A small wooden sign was tied to the red string.

"I didn't expect such a thing to exist in this world..." Chang Yuan sighed, with some appreciation in his tone.

Qing Moyan looked at the wooden sign, it was a substitute talisman made by Ru Xiaonan with lightning strike wood, and now there were cracks on it.

It was precisely because of its existence that Chang Yuan blocked Qing Moyan's knife just now.

"God really treats you kindly." Chang Yuan sneered, "But you don't know that you have benefited, you have the Gu King, but you don't know how to use its power, and the spirit beast beside you...it It must have come from Qi, but the things it knows are like Mo Ziguo's charms, tell me, who is it?"

Qing Moyan pursed her lips tightly, and gripped Chang Yuan's wrist even tighter.

"Don't you want to tell me?" Chang Yuan smiled slightly, "We still have some time. I set up a magic circle here, and people from outside can't come in at all. Don't think that if you delay for a while, you will be fine."

Qing Moyan's eyes fell on the incense burner on the table.

The incense burner was still slowly emitting clear smoke.

He must find a way to extinguish the incense burner, otherwise his body will not be able to exert any strength and he will be slaughtered.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly saw something flying overhead, hitting the incense burner directly and knocking the incense burner to the ground.

Chang Yuan let go of Qing Moyan, waved the knife and threw it out.

The thing that knocked over the incense burner was pierced by a knife and fell to the ground.

Qing Moyan looked over, and saw that it was a bird folded from a piece of paper.

Chang Yuan's face was ugly, he bent down and picked up the origami, and knocked the incense burner upside down on the ground, the incense inside was scattered all over the place and extinguished.

"That little beast is really good. It's a pity to stay by your side. I will take your Gu King later, and I will take it away. As long as you train it well, I think she will soon forget you as a useless master." .”

Chang Yuan sneered and tore the paper bird into pieces, completely oblivious to the cold killing intent in Qing Moyan's eyes.

Hand over his little things to others?

Ridiculous, how could he allow such a thing to happen, it was a little thing he raised with his own hands, and no one else was allowed to touch it.

His fingers moved slowly and touched the tea spoon on the small table beside the chair.

He held the tea spoon, Chang Yuan just tore up the origami, and picked up the knife again.

"The fragrance is gone, and it's not so comfortable to lure the Gu King." Chang Yuan smiled sarcastically, "That little beast thought it was helping you, but it can only make your death more painful..."

Qing Mo's face was gloomy, his eyes were cold, and Chang Yuan was startled by the strong murderous aura lingering around him only halfway through his words.

"Yan Luo's nickname of Yumian Yan Luo in Dali Temple is not for nothing." Chang Yuan raised the knife again and stabbed it into Qing Moyan's chest without any suspense.

Qing Moyan raised his empty left hand and grabbed Chang Yuan's arm.

After the incense was extinguished, his body was gradually regaining strength, but it was still not enough. Chang Yuan completely ignored his movements and pulled out the knife.

The sharp blade didn't even have a drop of blood on it.

The two were stunned at the same time.

"It's impossible!" Chang Yuan couldn't help but yelled, and stabbed again.

Qing Moyan's hand holding the tea spoon tightened, gathering all the accumulated power here.

"Impossible!" There was still no blood on the knife that was pulled out again, and there was not even a cut on Qing Moyan's body.

"This is impossible!" There was a trace of panic in Chang Yuan's eyes.

Everything in front of him was completely beyond his expectations.

The amulet is broken, there is nothing to protect Qing Moyan, why can't his knife hurt him?
Just as he hesitated for a moment, Qing Moyan suddenly jumped up, and the tea spoon in his right hand pierced Chang Yuan's neck.

Immediately, blood surged wildly.

Chang Yuan was shocked, and struggled to break free from Qing Moyan and pressed his hands on the wound on his neck.

Qing Moyan knelt there on one knee, moved slowly but firmly picked up the knife that Chang Yuan had dropped before.

"If you are not afraid of death, you can come here and try again." Qing Moyan turned the blade towards Chang Yuan, and the bright blade reflected a little cold light in Chang Yuan's eyes.

"Are you coming, or am I going?" Qing Moyan said quietly.

In fact, at this time, he didn't have the strength to make a second blow at all, but his momentum completely overwhelmed the opponent, so that Chang Yuan didn't dare to act rashly.

The teaspoon pierced the vitals of his neck, and Chang Yuan quickly realized that something was wrong, if he lost too much blood, he would soon lose all his advantages.

But Gu King is about to get it, it would be a pity to leave like this.

Just as he was hesitating, the six teacups on the table that served as the magic circle shattered.

Chang Yuan turned pale with shock.

After the magic circle was broken, people outside could enter the room. He finally realized that the situation was over, turned around and disappeared behind the door of the inner room without hesitation.

Qing Moyan supported the chair with one hand and stood up slowly.

His strength is recovering, but it's not enough, he can't go after Changyuan... No, it should be said that the person who escaped is not the real Changyuan, but Mr. Qingdu from Baihe Academy.

When Qing Moyan opened the door and walked out, Xuanyu and the others who were guarding the door looked horrified.

"Sir!"

"My lord, are you alright!"

Qing Moyan turned her gaze, only to find that Chang Hen and others were all gathered in the corridor outside, all of them pale, looking at him like a ghost.

"What's going on... You're all gathered here..." Qing Moyan frowned and walked over.

"Master Shaoqing, are you... are you really alright? Have you been hurt?" Changhen looked at him.

Xuan Yu and the others also looked at Qing Moyan's chest.

"Not hurt." Qing Moyan didn't know how to explain the scene in the room just now, Chang Yuan's knife stabbed him several times without hurting him.

After walking a few steps forward, Qing Moyan suddenly saw his little thing lying on the ground, with Changhen and others protecting her in the middle.

Ru Xiaonan turned her head to look at him and smiled.

Smiles are like flowers that are about to wither hanging on the branches of the autumn wind.

Changhen's hands were covered in blood, pressing on Ru Xiaonan's chest.

But the blood still gushed out continuously.

Qing Moyan froze there as if her blood had been sucked out suddenly.

(End of this chapter)