The general's favorite husband's daily life

Previously overturned shells are making a comeback.

In the night, the ground showed a dark blue color, and the snow-white shells that spread quickly looked like a basin of milky white water that spread rapidly on the ground.There is a clear line between black and white.

Yan Qingzhuo picked up the knife in his hand, saw that the ghost tooth shell was getting close to what he wanted, and swung the knife to chop it off.The wind of the knife fell directly on the ground. Although it was just an illusion of formation, there was almost no difference between cutting it with the knife and hitting the real ground.The rocks splashed, and a knife cut a crack on the ground.

The wind of the knife was strong, and the rift opened a line not far in front of Yan Qingzhuo, separating Yan Qingzhuo and Guiya Shell.

Yan Qingzhuo then slashed two more times, and a closed triangle shape appeared on the ground.

At this time, the ghost tooth shells had spread to the triangle area, crawling and driving the gravel along the way.

On the fourth cut, Yan Qingzhuo aimed directly at the center of the triangle area, and this cut almost exhausted all his strength.The inner strength was almost exhausted.The effect is also very significant, when the fourth knife goes down. , the triangular area was directly unable to bear the heavy pressure, and the entire triangular area sank with the knife marks next to it as the boundary.

It was obviously an illusion, but the bottom looked like a bottomless pit, pitch black.All the ghost tooth shells rushing all the way rushed into a big opening.I don't know where it fell.

Although Yan Qingzhuo let those ghost tooth shells fall into unknown places in one fell swoop, he also consumed a lot of himself.The hand was already dripping with blood, but now the blood has almost soaked the entire handle of the knife.Yan Qingzhuo didn't seem to notice the pain, and stood there watching those ghost-toothed shells fall into the depths of darkness.

Yan Qingzhuo is cautious on weekdays, and he just tolerates this kind of little thing, because it's not very lethal, but it's a waste of life and energy to deal with it, so it's not worth it.So just now I kept running around in circles, trying to get rid of them.The reason why he did this kind of loss-making business this time was because many troubles were entangled together, and Yu Xiaoding was very angry.

Yan Qingzhuo held the knife and looked around, he said, "Come out. Don't make me say it a second time."

Little anger just showed in color.The more angry some people are, the calmer their faces will be.Yan Qingzhuo's face is cold now, and his voice sounds very calm, but his eyes are full of burning anger, and his current appearance really looks a bit like a cold-faced Shura.

Yu Xiaoding hid in the dark, watching his cousin.He was so motionless that one would have thought he was a statue had it not been for the eyes that made him look alive.

Hearing Yan Qingzhuo's obviously irritated voice, Yu Xiaoding unconsciously felt a little guilty - this is a habit he has developed for so many years under Yan Qingzhuo's wing, and he probably won't be able to change it in his life.

After realizing that he was guilty, Yu Xiaoding unconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth to laugh at himself, thinking, I won't go out.

If he went out, he would have a direct confrontation with Yan Qingzhuo, and he had no confidence in being able to defeat Yan Qingzhuo by force.Leaving aside his current appearance as a sick ghost, even in normal times, he might not be able to beat Yan Qingzhuo,

For him now, there is almost no chance of winning a head-on confrontation—unless Yan Qingzhuo is lenient.

Yu Xiaoding pressed his chest that was always in dull pain, thinking that his time was numbered, it would be better to spare his life, and it would be good for him to be a despicable villain and watch in the dark.

And from another point of view, watching Yan Qingzhuo being killed by the agency, he just needs to watch without doing anything, but if he is to go out and face Yan Qingzhuo head-on, he needs to do it himself.

It's already very miserable if you can't beat it, if you suddenly get angry and soften your heart for a while, wouldn't it be even more impossible to win?

After all, when He Jiangchu was injured and unconscious in Yuanyangzhong back then, Yu Xiaoding could have killed He Jiangchu and Bai Wuyi, but he was soft-hearted at that time, leaving them alive and foolishly showing them the way.

One such experience is enough.If He General Chu had died at that time, maybe Liangqiu's army would not have opened the country so smoothly and reached Shengxian City all the way.He wouldn't expose his identity and end up confronting Yan Qingzhuo here.

Yu Xiaoding looked at Yan Qingzhuo standing in the night, holding a knife in his hand, pointing the tip of the knife obliquely at the ground.It's clearly a decision that has been made, meaning to have a life-and-death duel with Yu Xiaoding.

Yu Xiaoding subconsciously thought to himself, wondering if his cousin who looks like "Yan Luo" but is always hard-spoken and soft-hearted has figured it out clearly, is this duel going to end with killing himself with a knife, or is he going to beat himself until he can't get up? Slip back to the end.

However, based on Yu Xiaoding's understanding of Yan Qingzhuo, he felt that Yan Qingzhuo's determination might be the former, but his actions were most likely the latter.

He is that kind of person.

Yu Xiaoding smiled almost imperceptibly, what kind of dream was he doing, and he was speculating about other people's intentions.

No matter what Yan Qingzhuo planned, anyway, he himself was going to take Yan Qingzhuo's life tonight.

Just when Yu Xiaoding was thinking about all kinds of unknown thoughts, Yan Qingzhuo had been waiting quietly for a while, but he didn't wait for any movement.

Yan Qingzhuo was full of disappointment.

The first time He Jiangchu told him that when he suspected Yu Xiaoding, Yan Qingzhuo didn't interrogate Yu Xiaoding a single word.He directly handed over his trust, and assured He Jiangchu that he believed that his cousin was not suspicious.

When He Jiangchu told him for the second time that he suspected Yu Xiaoding, Yan Qingzhuo almost turned against He Jiangchu face to face, and the estrangement in his heart has not been resolved until now.

He knew that the reason why He Jiangchu was willing to tell him his doubts frankly was because he sincerely helped him as a friend.And he himself stood on Yu Xiaoding's side without hesitation between Yu Xiaoding and He Jiangchu.

But Yu Xiaoding, that's how this bastard responds to his trust!

Yan Qingzhuo just felt that he couldn't breathe in his heart. This person who betrayed his unconditional trust, hid in the dark and set a trap for himself, but didn't dare to face him in a duel, now Yan Qingzhuo can't wait to cut this bastard in two with one knife. Half.

Yan Qingzhuo: "Okay! If you don't come to me, I will come to you."

These words caught Yu Xiaoding's heart by surprise, and he subconsciously thought that Yan Qingzhuo had found his whereabouts.The whole body tensed up.

But immediately after, Yan Qingzhuo raised his knife and slashed at the bust statue on the stairs.

Even a layman like Yan Qingzhuo knew that the layout must be very important for the formation to take shape.He didn't believe that he had mixed the things in this formation into a mess, and that this formation could continue to be maintained!

Yu Xiaoding looked at Yan Qingzhuo as if he was going crazy, he threw away his careful and careful steps, and destroyed the interior of the "City Tower" everywhere like a fool with only limbs but no brains.

It can't be said that this approach has no effect, but this approach is not worth the loss. Even if the formation is really broken and forced out, it is estimated that Yan Qingzhuo himself has already consumed [-]% to [-]%.

This hurts the enemy eight hundred, self-injury one thousand, the gain outweighs the loss, do you have to go on the road to Huangquan by yourself?

This is... really not like Yan Qingzhuo's style.