Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

The crowd was silent, only the rustling of Zhuo Fangling's skirt.She walked slowly between the monks and stopped in front of Wen Tiandong.

Wen Tiandong looked at Zhuo Fangling with a dazed look on his face.

Zhao Xuehan suddenly felt an inexplicable tightening in his stomach, he raised his hand suddenly and swung it away, a wind blade slashed in the direction of Zhuo Fangling, but was shattered by the dazzling sword light, turning into a breeze and scattered.

Master Feng drew his sword out of its sheath, countered Zhao Xuehan's attack, and stared at Zhuo Fanglin's back with a gloomy face.

Zhuo Fangling stood in front of Wen Tiandong, smiled at him, then stretched out her hand and slowly touched his cheek.

Wen Tiandong was startled and took two steps back, but Zhuo Fangling deciphered the transformation technique, and the features on his face disappeared and became his original appearance.

There were gasps from among the monks. "It really is him." Zhao Xuehan heard Elder Yuan whisper, his eyes lowered slightly, and fell on the sword hanging on Wen Tiandong's waist.

Master Feng's expression was complicated, he stared blankly at Wen Tiandong's face, moved his lips, but did not make a sound.

"Mr. Wen," Zhuo Fangling said softly, "there is only so much I can do. I have guarded the hundreds of monk souls you brought back from Wangduan Valley and other places for 30 years. Now If they found out, what are you going to do?"

Wen Tiandong's face was pale, he closed his eyes slightly, and let out a long sigh.

"Miss Zhuo," he whispered, "why do you want to harm me?"

Zhuo Fangling took Wen Tiandong's hand and smiled. "Mr. Wen is really unfeeling," she said softly, "Fang Ling has done so many things for you, obviously for your sake, how can he say that he hurt you?"

"Since this is the case, why don't we go together." Zhuo Fangling giggled a few times, she waved her hand, and the figures of the city residents appeared at the end of the street.They stood crowded together and rushed towards the collapsed Zhuo Mansion with expressionless faces.

"Everyone in this city obeys my orders," she leaned on Wen Tiandong's shoulder, drawing circles on his chest with her hands, "Look, it's no problem for you to kill these people." Why don't we take away the primordial spirits of these monks, take these hundreds of primordial spirits away, and live in seclusion in a place that no one knows about. Okay?"

The residents of the city dragged their heavy steps and surrounded several monks in front of the Zhuo Mansion.The monks each showed their weapons, looking on guard.And several monks of the Qingxiao Sect, together with Elder Yuan, pointed their swords directly at Wen Tiandong's figure.

Zhao Xuehan looked up at Wen Tiandong, and Wen Tiandong lowered his head, staring at Zhuo Fangling who was leaning on him, with a little pity in his expression.

The inexplicable burning sensation in Zhao Xuehan's heart ignited again.He rubbed his fingers unconsciously, and some sparks flickered in the gap between his fingers.

How is this going?He was thinking anxiously, the corners of his eyes were throbbing, it shouldn't be like this...how could it be him...

"It's not him." The voice in my mind rang out coldly, very clearly.

Wen Tiandong pushed Zhuo Fangling away slowly, and gave him a gentle gift.

"Miss Zhuo," he said softly, "let those people go. Since they are already dead, why should they end up with a disorganized body again."

"However, Mr. Wen...they can cover us from leaving." Zhuo Fangling's eyes were burning, "When you attack, let them pounce on you, and we will take the opportunity..."

"Miss Zhuo," Wen Tiandong said with a wry smile, "you know who the culprit is, and you never planned to run away with me, so why would you say such a thing?"

He looked at Zhuo Fanglin and shook his head slightly.

"Miss Zhuo, you are so stupid." He whispered, "If that person really respects you and loves you, how can he bear such a heavy responsibility for you. Let me grow up in this city and memorize everyone With your own eyes, you watched the whole city die because of the soul you left behind?"

Zhuo Fangling slowly lowered her arms, a slight pain appeared on her smiling face.She blinked slightly, and two clear tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

"It's okay, it's okay," Zhuo Fangling said with a smile, her fingers tightly twisted together, "because I love him."

She wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeves, then reached out and hugged Wen Tiandong. "I love you, Mr. Wen, and I will do anything for you."

Wen Tiandong sighed for a long time, and gently pushed Zhuo Fangling away again. He turned around and raised his head, but he just met the gaze of Head Feng.

Facing Master Feng, Wen Tiandong's eyes flashed with panic, and then he turned his head slightly and smiled faintly.

"Long time no see, Yuan Xing. That's not right," Wen Tiandong blinked slightly, and saluted the person in front of him.

"Master Feng."

Master Feng looked at Wen Tiandong in a daze, and slowly lowered his eyes.

"Brother." He whispered, as if he was greeting Wen Tiandong, and also seemed to be talking to himself.

Immediately, he raised his head suddenly, and with a wave of his right hand, several dazzling sword lights shot towards Wen Tiandong.

Zhao Xuehan only felt numb in his head, and waved out a few hidden weapons, intending to stop Jianguang.However, that sword shadow was as fast as lightning, and Zhao Xuehan couldn't stop it at all.

Wen Tiandong's expression froze, and he quickly put his hand on the hilt of the sword. When he was about to draw the sword out of its sheath, he seemed to think of something and stopped.

The sword light pierced straight into Wen Tiandong's chest without hindrance.

Wen Tiandong grunted in pain, and spit out several mouthfuls of blood one after another.The sword shadow penetrated his chest, suspended him in the air for a few moments and then disappeared.Wen Tiandong's body fell to the ground in an instant, blood filled the air, he raised his head slightly, and looked in the direction of Head Feng, without saying a word, the look in his eyes disappeared completely, his beautiful cheeks stuck to the ground, motionless.

Everything happens, but in a split second.There was silence all around, and the head of Feng was expressionless, and slowly put the sword into the scabbard.

Zhao Xuehan stared blankly at Wen Tiandong's body, and let out a loud cry that stuck in his throat.He only felt that the burning sensation in his internal organs was getting stronger and stronger, making him want to vomit.

I'm going to kill them all.Zhao Xuehan thought in a daze, and slowly raised his hand.The bright red wax flowed from his fingertips, fell to the ground, and turned into a small flame.I'm going to kill them all.Put them on my sword.

Just like they killed Wen Tiandong.

In an instant, Zhao Xuehan's forehead ached like a needle prick.Immediately, his raised hand was surrounded by a coolness.The coolness seemed to enter his body from the palm of his hand, extinguishing the flame in his heart a lot.

Zhao Xuehan covered his forehead and turned around to look.Yan Ke held his hand tightly and shook her head at him.

"Master Feng!" Elder Yuan of the Qingxiao Sect finally realized what had happened, and shouted. "Why did you arbitrarily..."

"Wen Tiandong is a magic cultivator sent by me, so naturally I have to send him to deal with it according to the rules." Master Feng turned around, his voice was as cold as ice, "Other sects have no right to intervene."

"Is the rule of the Yuancheng sect just to kill without saying a word?" For some reason, Elder Yuan was a little angry, "Why don't you gather the elders of the three sects to try together?"

"Wen Tiandong is insidious and cunning, and he does many evils. If we keep him, there may be trouble again." Head Feng replied, "Elder Yuan doesn't need to ask any more questions."

After that, he ignored Elder Yuan's protest and ordered the monks to bring Wen Tiandong's body back to Shihong Mountain, and asked Qiao Long and other monks to stay and deal with the remaining souls.

After ordering these things, he looked at Zhao Xuehan. "Thank you, sir." He said, but there was no trace of gratitude in his eyes. "Without your help, we would not have eliminated this hidden danger."

"Hidden danger?" Zhao Xuehan opened his mouth uncontrollably, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Which one are you referring to? Is it Miss Zhuo's family, or your senior brother?"

Headmaster Feng's eyes flashed coldly. "Your Excellency," he said in a low voice, "the small faction of the Yuancheng Sect is not as powerful as before, but it is not an ordinary generation." He nodded slightly, "thank you for your help on today's matter. Please also ask Mr. Mozun to open the Internet." On the one hand, don't bother me."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and ordered another monk to take Lin Jue, ready to leave.

Zhao Xuehan watched the monks of the Yuancheng sect open a ring, put Wen Tiandong's body in hastily, and then left in a hurry, feeling like a huge stone was pressing down on his heart, and he was depressed.

Another monk escorted Lin Jue past him.Lin Jue's eyes flickered slightly, Fang Qian's sluggish look disappeared, he squinted at Zhao Xuehan, and opened his mouth.

"Come and save us." Zhao Xuehan heard Lin Jue's voice in his head, "Come and save me and Wen Tiandong. You and Yan Ke are together."

Zhao Xuehan was taken aback, Lin Jue smiled slightly, turned around and was pushed away by the monk.

With a gloomy expression, Elder Yuan whispered a few words to the monk beside him, and after saying goodbye to Qiao Long, he also left the Zhuo family.

Qiao Long covered his face with his hands, and stayed in the same position for a long time, until the monk reminded him to deal with the hundreds of spirits according to the master's request, then he sighed and took out a few of them from his bosom. The cloth bag, so that the group of monks put the soul into the cloth bag.

Zhuo Fangling smiled miserably, and then slowly sat down on the ground.She untied her bun, and her black hair hung down.The tip of the hair turned white instantly when it touched the ground, and within a moment, the young, pretty and lovely Miss Zhuo's family turned into a white-haired, skinny old woman.

"It's too tiring to keep a whole city alive." Zhuo Fangling looked at Qiao Long and smiled hoarsely, "I'm sure I won't be able to wait for him to come back after leaving."

"Let's do it, cousin." She said softly, "I have no point in living anymore."

Qiao Long looked at Zhuo Fangling quietly, with complicated expressions in her eyes.He stepped forward, stretched out his hand and gently touched her head, then slowly closed his eyes, and chopped off her head with a wave of his hand.

The noise on the street stopped abruptly, and the rancid smell filled the air for a moment, and then quickly disappeared.On the bluestone floor, there are only bones left.

The city was empty.

The winter welcome is over.