Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 347
Chaos received the goose feather heavy snow in his hands, the snowflakes were not vast white, but deep red, the cold red blood melted in his palm, and in the blink of an eye it became a puddle of blood.

"What's your cultivation level now?" He asked.

"Great Master" Zhao Wujiang took off the bamboo mask on the horse's head, and said with a faint smile.

The chaotic eyes flickered, and the silver hair fluttered in the wind and snow:
"From ancient times to the present, I have never seen any great master as powerful as you. Even though I have already reached the eighth level, I can still feel the pressure."

"The end of the technique. I am the wind and snow, and I am everything."

Zhao Wujiang walked towards the fallen strong man step by step like a stroll in the garden. He knelt down and stretched out his hands to comfort the crying strong man, but the strong man trembled more and more, and he didn't dare to dodge, he could only beg with his eyes closed.

"The end of the technique. Have you fully comprehended the power of the Emperor?" Chaos murmured, his thick eyebrows furrowed deeply.

"Tell me what happened to the puppet that attacked me." Zhao Wujiang said warmly, his voice was clean and magnetic, and it was easy to make people feel good about him, but the heart of the strong man was already filled with fear, and just now his teammates turned into bloody flowers The scene was still clearly visible in his mind, he lost his mind and his lips trembled:

"It's from the Li family... and from the Wu clan."

Zhao Wujiang was not surprised by this at all. The clan has cultivated itself these years, and these years, strong people in the clan have sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain. At least half of the 11 people who came here through the wind and snow are at least half of them who have ascended the rank of gods. The strong, although they are all low-level, are already the ceiling of the world.

The clan must have had some encounters and new plans in recent years, especially when Zhao Wujiang's own cultivation base is constantly declining and his life energy is constantly melting, no one will believe that the clan doesn't covet anything.

"Puppet, how is it manipulated?"

Zhao Wujiang asked a key question. Although these puppets are not strong for him, once they can be mass-produced, they cannot be resisted by ordinary troops.

"I don't know, I really don't know about this, it's a core secret, and it's beyond my understanding," the brawny man hurriedly replied.

Beside him, the wind and snow condensed into a snow-white joss stick, and then the joss stick was lit, igniting a ball of orchid flames.

Zhao Wujiang said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, this incense can burn thirty counts, you can answer thirty counts."

The strong man shouted "No, no" in horror, but Zhao Wujiang had already counted: "One, two."

"Fives,,,"

"No, wait a minute!" The strong man yelled sadly, he didn't know at all, and Zhao Wujiang directly "five" after "two", how could he count like this?
"Ten Ten 17" Zhao Wujiang remained expressionless.

"No! No, Mr. Zhao, I really don't know, I really don't know." The strong man cried bitterly.

"Twenty.25."

The strong man became more and more flustered, and the images in his mind kept flashing. He suddenly thought of something, and quickly shouted: "I see, I see, it's Lingnan!"

"2627."

"It's something from Lingnan! They attach great importance to a batch of goods from Lingnan, and every time they transport them in large batches. And they are personally escorted by a strong person who has ascended the god rank. But... But I really don't know what it is, Mr. Zhao !"

The strong man said a long series of words in one breath, for fear that he would follow in the footsteps of the other ten teammates and be turned into a snowstorm strangely.

"Okay, I won't kill you." Zhao Wujiang stood up, knowing that this strong man really didn't know what was manipulating the puppet, and no matter how much he forced it, it was useless. He thought in his mind, wanting to give Lingnan things to himself The discovery is on.

This substance can infect the lungs, and it can also unblock the blood, and even if a person dies, he can still have menstrual luck. What is it? There are such medicinal materials in the world?
He got on his horse, Chaos walked towards the strong man, the strong man's expression of gratitude froze for a moment, Zhao Wujiang had already promised not to kill himself, what happened to Chaos?

Chaos looked down at the muscular man and asked calmly:

"What good things have you done in your life?"

The burly man was full of doubts, but he still searched his stomach, recalling the good things he had done, and as he thought about it, he found that it seemed that there was nothing.

When he was about to make up a lie, Chaos said indifferently:
"I gave you a chance. It's a pity."

The strong man opened his pupils angrily, and was about to explain when he heard a dull "bang", as if there was a sound coming from his body. The next moment, the joints in his body seemed to be crushed into mustard powder by life, and he wanted to cry , but the pain overwhelmed him and blocked his mouth, leaving only whimpering.

After two breaths, he was out of breath.

Chaos heaved a long sigh of relief, as if he felt a lot more comfortable, Zhao Wujiang had dealt with all ten people just now, but he failed to make a move, the last one was finally dealt with by him.

"It's very ruthless." Zhao Wujiang patted the horse's head, and the horse walked forward to Taiyuan.

Chaos gave Zhao Wujiang a blank look. Zhao Wujiang's strange technique of turning people into snowflakes was so much more ruthless than him. He curled his mouth:
"If he doesn't do anything good, he deserves to die"

Chang'an, Wannian County, west of Chang'an City, Xingyifang Xiaoyaowangfu.

Li Youfu let out a stern roar, the faces of the guests present suddenly changed, and panic spread throughout the hall.

Zhao Xiaoyin staggered and retreated, he was usually protected by someone, including his father and mother, no one dared to touch him, and no one could hurt him, but now, he is in Xiaoyao Palace, and his father Zhao Wujiang also left Chang'an this morning Yes, my mother is still in the imperial city and doesn't know anything about it.

Li Youliu's loud roar nearly pierced his mind, the frightened appearance seemed to be conveyed to his young face, he stretched his hand back and grabbed the eunuch in orange, and then quietly heaved a sigh of relief.

But just as he relaxed, Li Youliu pounced on him, as if to protect him.

He heard the sound of panic from the main hall, and all the guests rushed out of the hall involuntarily, the voices were noisy, and he noticed that the beams above the main hall, at some point, had begun to drip black and viscous liquid.

The liquid was about to drip on his body, Li Youliu rushed over to block the liquid for him, and then Li Youliu's eyes were complicated, with panic, regret and relief, and he said slowly: "His Royal Highness, don't blame the prince, He is also in the cage ahhhhhhh!"

Before Li Youliu finished speaking, the black liquid on his body instantly ignited, and the blazing flames swept across his whole body. With a stern look on his face, he pushed Zhao Xiaoyin away: "Your Highness, run."

In the next moment, the fire snake devoured his whole body and burned him into a burning man. His figure was continuously twisted and twisted, and he danced in a weird and cruel dance.

It wasn't just him, the whole hall, wherever the black liquid passed, there were puddles of flames flowing, and many guests were also set on fire. The shrill sound resounded through the hall, creating an abnormal commotion.

Zhao Xiaoyin's lips trembled, no matter how precocious he was, he was still just a child, he was pushed away by Li Youliu, staggered and fell to the ground, Li Youliu's writhing miserable body flashed in his eyes, he wanted to get up and run away, but Both feet seemed to have taken root on the ground, and they couldn't lift them up at all.

"Orange clothes." Zhao Xiaoyin shouted, he turned his head stiffly to the side, wanting to call for help, but he saw that the eunuch in orange clothes was already half-kneeling behind him, out of breath, and there was a puddle of deep-infected blood on the corresponding part of the chest behind him. red.

In front of the eunuch in orange, a thin figure stood upright, looking at him indifferently.

Zhao Xiaoyin's voice was hoarse, the shock brought by the identity of the person in front of him dispelled his fear, and the doubts on his face became cloudy:
"Why. Why you."

(End of this chapter)