Hibiscus Flower West Moon Splendid: Bodhi Casts a Mirror Heart

Chapter 125 Bodhi Forged Mirror Heart (8)
I stood in front of Ming Xulan and said coldly: "Lan Sheng is the late emperor's close servant, not a traitor. If you really want to care about your status," I cleared my throat and said loudly, "He is the late emperor's overseas orphan. , that's why the late emperor brought Lan Sheng with him before traveling to the immortals. What's more, the traitor of the Ming clan is dead, and his party has already arrived at midnight on the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, so he is no different from the traitor of the Ming clan back then." Respectfully smiled and said: "Teacher, do you think so?"

Han Xiuzhu was startled, then bowed to me and sighed: "The empress values ​​love and righteousness, and the old minister also admires him from the bottom of her heart, but this person...even if he is the orphan of the late emperor...he is not a complete person. The queen clearly I know, he is just a remnant of the experiment of Nether Sect.

"Presumably the first emperor or the uncle mentioned to you that no one has ever conducted such a crazy experiment, and no one knows what kind of person or devil he will become in the future?! The queen has a lot of contact with him, and I haven't seen him for a while. , Didn’t you notice that his facial bones have changed? It’s all caused by Bai Youzi in his body, what’s changed now is only his face, what part will it be next?” He looked at Lan Sheng with half pity and half pity It was cold, "The best destination for him is to send him on his way. And the queen should also understand that the real Song Minglei actually died in the three-year war in Yongye to save you from falling off a cliff."

Han Xiuzhu glanced at Lin Biyan and said, "If the queen doesn't believe me, you can ask Lin Biyan for proof that there are mistakes in Xiuzhu's words."

Lin Biyan hit the cigarette bag and stood up slowly, "Even if it's just a piece of soul, it's just a remnant product, as long as it is in the hands of the old man, he can live."

No matter how good Han Xiuzhu's self-cultivation was, he yelled at him, "You never listened to me, and it was the same with Du Meier before. Even you said, you don't know which kind of Bai Youzi Zhao Menglin used to let him Already alive, what if one day he becomes a demon and lives longer than you and me, tell me who will be able to subdue him then?"

He took a step towards Lan Sheng and said mercilessly, "Young Master, have you ever thought about how many people you two brothers have killed in the past? At the beginning, you ordered the brothers to plan the case of Empress Xiaogong's construction of a shrine to transplant blood trees, and then He colluded with Xuan Jiang to assassinate the emperor, so the emperor was expelled, and the general became a prisoner. He set fire to Fujun Street, which was all the Queen's painstaking efforts in Xijing. Today she sent you out of the valley in pain, if one day you become an uncontrollable demon and kill the queen and general who worked so hard to save you today, how could you be so embarrassing? How can you brothers be so selfish?"

Lan Sheng was startled, his face was pale, he broke free from my hand and jumped towards the cliff.

In this world, why is it always easier to kill than to save?

Lan Sheng's will to survive was easily destroyed by Han Xiuzhu.

This is the second time I've seen a loved one commit suicide in front of me.Poor second brother, no matter which one can escape the arrangement of fate?My liver and gallbladder were splitting, I yelled for my second brother, and ran to the edge of the cliff, my knees gave way, and I knelt down on the ground, pressing my painful chest and abdomen, feeling unbearable grief and indignation.Xiao Zhong walked back and forth on the edge of the cliff, whining.

Yu Feiyan hurriedly supported me, with tears in his tiger eyes, he yelled at Han Xiuzhu: "Mr. Han is satisfied now, everyone has been killed. Do you know how miserable my second brother is?"

Unexpectedly, someone turned over from the edge of the cliff, like Yan Qingling.The man's head was full of white hair, which was scattered by the mountain wind, and the tattered robes all over his body flew against the wind, like strands of silk, showing a trace of fairy spirit.

The Taoist looked at us and smiled, holding a person in his arms, it was Lan Sheng.

(End of this chapter)