Fast time travel: the abuse of scum

Chapter 273 The Upright Young Man Qingzhu 35
Righteousness has failed.

Mu Le knew it when he had a cold sword across his neck.

He misjudged his own strength.

Even more misjudged people's hearts.

Mu Le tremblingly stretched out his hand, and then held the sharp sword across his neck.

"Xiu Zhu, I just ask you one thing." Mu Le's finger was dripping with blood, but he didn't care much.

He only looked at Wu Xiuzhu with those cloudy eyes: "Let it go, Xianxian..."

"Father!" Mu Xianxian screamed and was about to rush over.

But he was blocked by Wu Xiuzhu's random blow, and fell to the ground, vomiting blood.

Mu Le's anxious eyes were red, he only looked up at Wu Xiuzhu bitterly, gritted his teeth and said, "Are you really going to kill them all like this!"

Wu Xiuzhu was not passive at all, he was still as indifferent and cold as before.

After hearing the words, she slightly hooked the corner of her lower lip: "I'm sorry..."

The sound is cool and as elegant as ever.

Such a reserved attitude is like he is rejecting others noblely, rather than doing some murderous activities.

In the end, the only remaining righteous people died.

Wu Xiuzhu was merciless in his attack.

She still has the demeanor of a beautiful and bright moon, but what she did was what a ruthless butcher would do.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the sharp sword easily took away Mu Le's life.

Mu Xianxian was on the ground, staring, vomiting blood.

He wanted to save his father but was powerless.

In the end, he had to watch his father die.

At the moment, his eyes were about to burst, he yelled, and died of anger.

I just feel sorry for this beautiful girl...

Wu Xiuzhu watched Mu Xianxian die with hatred, his eyes were full of blood and tears, and he just stared at him unwillingly.

He was actually very calm.

Slightly raised the sword in his hand.

There is no trace of blood on the sword body, it is a good sword.

This was given to him by his father when he decided to enter the rivers and lakes.

It is the sword of the gentleman, the sword of benevolence and righteousness!
May he hold this sword, do benevolence and righteousness, and do what a gentleman should do.

If there is any injustice, use this sword to kill evil spirits!

This sword is still icy cold, but the mind of the person holding the sword has changed...

He laughed.

The eyes are crooked and the corners of the mouth are raised.

It is still as bright and clean as the moon, and it is spotless.

The green shirt she wore was still so noble and outstanding.

However, reflecting the two people who died in the underground, it seemed a little scary.

"Wu Xiuzhu!" A bald man yelled loudly, but he still didn't forget the Buddha's name, and said angrily, "You are so wrong! You have fallen into the devil!"

The eyes are wide open, but they don't have the benevolent brows of the past, but look like the angry King Kong in the temple.

Wu Xiuzhu slightly tilted his head when he heard the words.

He recognized this bald head.

He is also a person of the older generation.

What I'm doing is chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha.

But the matter of chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha, can he overcome it...

He didn't give the other party a chance to continue talking, and he understood the other party easily.

Not to mention, whether the other party can survive him...

It also has to be said, is he willing to be saved by this Buddha...

The sword is dancing...

blood is flowing...

These people who were already wounded were no match for him.

When the last man fell on the ground beside him, his sword was still spotless.

His clothes are still fluttering in blue...

It's just that the soles of his shoes were wet with their blood...

"Don't you regret it..."

Wu Xiuzhu listened to the woman talking.

He finds it funny.

The eyes are bent with a smile, and the corners of the lips are bent with a smile.

The woman in red, the person he liked, walked down.

He didn't care at all that his clothes were soaked by the red and somewhat black blood.

This red dress is covered in blood...

On the contrary, it is a different kind of beauty...

Wu Xiuzhu stared straight at the lines on the woman's hem that were stained by the blood.

This texture is so beautiful...

It was as if the hand was dragging him into hell, tightly wrapped around him, who never and didn't want to struggle.

So, this Buddha can still save him...

He raised his hand and retracted the sword into its scabbard.

He turned to look at the woman in red.

Wu Xiuzhu smiled lightly: "No."

Still wearing a green shirt, still as bright as the moon.

Still the son of troubled times, spotless...

It's just that there seems to be scorching flowers blooming under the feet of this young master of green bamboo, which are flamboyant and dangerous.

Afterwards, the news that all the people in the righteous way were wiped out spread.

It caused an uproar for a while.

After the elites of the various sects lost their presence, they each tucked their tails together.

Wu Xiuzhu lived in Wen Chun's backyard as a matter of course.

Shang Yu's ability is not weak, but compared with Wu Xiuzhu, he is inferior.

The two are completely incomparable.

If it was someone else, Shang Yu might not be convinced.

But when the other party is Wu Xiuzhu, or Young Master Qingzhu, he deserves to be bowed down.

Even impressed by the other party's demeanor.

After all, who would be willing to be an enemy of this glamorous person...

This Wen Chun's backyard finally didn't explode...

On the contrary, Wu Xiuzhu took care of her in an orderly manner.

No one from top to bottom could pick out Wu Xiuzhu's faults.

Even the beautiful scenery at this time has become Wu Xiuzhu's little fanboy, he will go wherever Wu Xiuzhu goes, and the sticking to Wu Xiuzhu is tighter than sticking to Wenchun.

Wen Chun is also a lazy person, so some tasks are left to Liang Chen and the others.

But when the matter couldn't be handled, Wu Xiuzhu was always able to give an extremely appropriate solution.

After coming down several times, among these people, Wu Xiuzhu was faintly headed.

Wen Chun was really convinced...

Wen Chun thought, this will probably be like this in the future...

It's just that something went wrong when she successfully entered the eighth floor from the seventh floor.

Originally, Wen Chun never thought that something would happen to him.

Even if she loses all her skills for a period of time, she will be surrounded by her confidants, and the restless people of the Holy Light Sect will have already dealt with it.

She really didn't think anything would happen to her.

But that's how it happened.

It still happened to someone she trusted so much.

She is imprisoned.

Wen Chun looked at the locked door and twitched the corners of his mouth.

She was imprisoned by Wu Xiuzhu.

And every day, the other party would tell her with a smile, who did he kill today...

The day before yesterday was a good day, yesterday was Shang Yu...

Today, today is the beauty...

As for those other men who served her, they were executed long ago...

With a "creak", the door was opened.

Wen Chun knew who was coming without even looking.

"Master..." Wu Xiuzhu called softly.

Then stretched out his fingers, and gently stroked the gold chain that was bound around Wen Chun's ankle.

"Today's is a beautiful scene..." The man said slowly in a clear voice.

"I've been jealous of him for a long time..."

(End of this chapter)