How to make the white lotus surrender

Yu Deng struggled to wake up from the darkness. He seemed to hear many noisy voices, screams and fears in a trance, which annoyed him unbearably.

The slender eyelashes trembled very slightly, Yu Deng wanted to open his eyes, but found a pair of warm hands covering his eyes tremblingly.

Yu Deng instantly sensed something was wrong, quickly mobilized the spiritual power in his body, and opened the hands covering his eyes.

In front of me is a messy and chaotic amorous place, the blood that is dark red to almost black is sticky on the walls and the ground, and there are already cold corpses of the dead everywhere. Splash, one hit and die.

Some people even had smiles on their faces before they died, their eyes were red and bloodshot, and the corners of their mouths were curved upwards, as if they were immersed in the best dreams and were killed.

Yu Deng's fingertips trembled, his pupils dilated, and he took two steps back, stepping on a pale hand.

He was startled, and when he turned around, he saw the pale and peaceful brothers lying on the ground.

A pair of trembling hands gently supported the young man's body, supporting his body that was about to go limp.

The taupe-colored robes fluttered, looking fragile and elegant, Shen Jitong's plain white face was somewhat frightened and sickly, his wicker-like body seemed to be blown down in an instant.

"A Deng...Young Master Yu, don't look any further, we'd better leave this place first."

Yu Deng didn't listen at all, and even felt for a moment that maybe it was just a dream.

The seniors were obviously still drinking and laughing with him before, why overnight, he and Shen Jitong were the only ones left in this restaurant?

how can that be possible?

His feet softened, and he half-kneeled beside his senior brothers, his handsome face, which always loved to smile, showed a bit of disbelief and bewilderment.

The dimples on the side of the face were flattened, and the ink painting-like eyebrows and eyes seemed to have lost their spirit.

This is the first time Yu Deng has seen such a scene of corpses strewn all over the field since he passed through the book. For a while, even his moral views were severely impacted, and he knelt on the ground numbly, with an almost blank expression on his face.

Shen Jitong's face turned slightly pale, he squatted down, his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of scaring the young man, and said softly: "Young Master Yu, calm down, if not, I'll take you out first."

Yu Deng's drooping head slowly raised a little bit, the thoughts in his mind were very chaotic, but he grasped something wrong.

Why only he and Shen Jitong survived?

Seeing so many dead people, Yu Deng couldn't calm down at all. He slowly broke away from the man's hand, his black eyes slowly turned to Shen Jitong, and his voice was suspicious and depressing: "Who the hell are you?"

As soon as these words came out, Shen Jitong's face turned pale again. He glanced at the empty palm and put it down gently, his voice was very weak: "Mr. Yu is...doubting me."

He didn't ask any questions, but directly pointed out Yu Deng's suspicion.

Yu Deng put one hand on the ground and stood up slowly, his aura was a bit sharp and stern, he stared at Shen Jitong, his voice was a little hoarse: "Mr. Shen, maybe your surname is not Shen at all, why do you want to deliberately approach Senior brother and I, and I also found out before, that your cultivation base is probably higher than ours, and with your excuses, you pretended to be so weak and helpless and approached us, why?"

Shen Jitong was silent for a while, his voice was very soft: "So Mr. Yu thinks I'm the murderer?"

Yu Deng looked at him coldly and didn't speak.

Shen Jitong sighed, staring straight at the young man with deep black eyes, as if sincerely wanting to take out his whole heart.

"Whether Mr. Yu believes it or not, what Shen said before is true. Anyone in Wangshu City who asks about it will know it."

"If I am really the murderer, why am I still staying here after waking up? Why don't I simply leave, so as not to misunderstand."

Yu Deng held the sword tightly in his hand, he couldn't tell whether the man was lying to him.

Shen Jitong looked at the young man's hand holding the sword with his dark eyes, and said softly: "It's simply that I have lost my wife long ago, and there is no point in living. I sincerely regard Mr. Yu as a good friend. If you don't believe me, you can take my life. Shen Jitong will not change hands." .”

The man's eyebrows were half closed, and a very shallow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was not looking for death, but found his wife who was separated forever.

Yu Deng's hand holding the sword tightened and loosened, and he could tell that Shen Jitong really seemed to have no will to survive, and even faced death so calmly, as if he was going to an appointment.

The man was frank and even made Yu Deng give birth to him as a bastard who was not clear-headed.

"Uh--"

At this time, several of the senior brothers lying on the ground woke up one after another. Their faces were pale, and they seemed to rub their heads in pain, complaining in a low voice: "My head hurts..."

Yu Deng was stunned for a moment, the sword in his hand was loosened, and fell straight to the ground.

A senior brother happened to be beside Yu Deng and Shen Jitong, and when he saw the scene where they were at war, he hurriedly said, "Junior brother, what are you doing!"

There was a faint smile on Shen Jitong's lips, and he didn't speak, but his black eyes were slightly opened, and he just looked at Yu Deng, his eyes were pure and harmless, without any resentment or sadness of being wronged.

Yu Deng turned his eyes away, knowing that he might really have misunderstood someone.

He whispered to the senior brother: "Senior brother, just look at the surrounding situation, I will pretend that you were also killed..."

The senior brother frowned and said: "Bah, bah, don't talk nonsense."

Then he glanced at Shen Jitong, seemed to try hard to think back for a while, and then said to Shen Jitong with some uncertainty: "If I remember correctly, last night, there seemed to be a group of men in black at the Duoqingfang, and I was very drunk at the time , I also smelled a strange fragrance, but I couldn't resist it, and in the end it was Mr. Shen who supported us and blocked many dangers for us."

As he said that, the senior brother also bowed to Shen Ji and said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Shen."

Shen Jitong moved his eyes away, and said to the senior brother with a smile on his lips: "You are welcome, Shen treats you all as friends, so it is naturally obligatory."

Yu Deng was silent for a long time. Seeing that his seniors were all safe and sound, the boulder in his heart was relieved a little bit, and he was even more guilty of Shen Jitong who had been misunderstood by him.

He bent down to salute Shen Ji, and said: "This time, I misunderstood Mr. Shen, and even almost faced swords. If Mr. Shen is not relieved, I am willing to plead guilty and stab you to relieve your anger. I will definitely not appear in the future." To provoke suspicion in front of Mr. Shen."

The smile on the corners of Shen Jitong's lips deepened a bit, his eyes carried a different meaning, the stream of light at the end of his eyes swept from the handsome face of the young man to his reddish lips, and finally landed on the extremely thin girdle , lingered for a few minutes, and then moved his eyes away.

"It's good to clear up the misunderstanding. Mr. Shen cherishes Mr. Yu as a friend, and he doesn't want to see others suffer because of his words and deeds. Mr. Shen is not at ease about this."

He said, smiled again and said: "If Mr. Yu still feels bad, he will come to Shen's house as a guest. Fate is hard to find, and Shen only wants to cherish the fate of being friends now."

Yu Deng was feeling guilty, there was no reason to refuse, he cupped his hands and said: "Mr. Shen is generous, I just happened to go down the mountain to travel now, and I also want to make some new friends. Mr. Shen doesn't dislike me, so he will come to bother me for a few days."

Shen Jitong's black eyes fell on Yu Deng's body, and the two looked at each other and smiled, with a harmonious and warm mood.

Seeing that the two had reconciled, the senior brothers next to them felt relieved. They tidied up their clothes and said to Yu Deng and Comrade Shen Ji, "It's also reassuring for the senior brothers to follow Brother Shen. Zong reported that Wangshu City is so close to Lingxiaozong, we should be obliged to do something like this."

Shen Jitong nodded and said: "That's fine, it can be resolved as soon as possible to avoid panic."

Several senior brothers clenched their fists, then turned around and left first.

Shen Jitong looked sideways at Yu Deng, with a smile in his eyes, his melancholy brows bloomed brightly, and his eyes were like stars: "Young Master Yu, let's go too."

Such focused eyes can easily attract people's favor, Yu Deng nodded slightly, and left with Shen Jitong.

It's just that no one has noticed that the figures coming and going on the street have become like wandering spirits. Everyone is watching Yu Deng intentionally or unintentionally, but when their eyes touch the person beside Yu Deng, there is a flash of light on their faces. After a bit of fear, he left in a hurry.

As for Yu Deng's brothers, just stepped out of the dilapidated sentimental workshop, exposed to the sun, their whole bodies gradually became transparent, and their flesh and blood slowly dispersed, and finally turned into a pile of skeletons, being surrounded by a burst of blood. The wind that blows from nowhere blows away, leaving nothing between the heaven and the earth.

Watson City is a city that recognizes its master.

When a slender, moon-white figure appeared outside the city gate, the cage-like gate opened automatically without any conditions.

The moon-white wide cloak cap was gently removed by a white and slender hand, and the youth's appearance was completely exposed under the chaotic sky of the Demon Realm.

Simple and handsome, Zhilan Yushu, the color of eyebrows and eyes is extremely clear, even the most beautiful words in the world cannot describe half of the elegance of a young man.

The youth's dark golden eyes turned slightly, the corners of his lips pressed slightly, and he said as if reciting a love poem: "Dusheng City."

The two completely inhuman puppets at the door creaked and walked two steps, kneeling respectfully on the ground, with a voice like a rusty machine: "Welcome the return of the city lord."

The young man glanced casually, his voice was soft but inexplicably cold: "It's all rusted..."

"In this city, it's time to change a batch of puppets."

The two puppets knelt on the spot motionless, as if they were completely lifeless.

The young man, that is, Zhu Zhi, at this time he has completely recovered his appearance in men's clothing, and his face has a somewhat different feeling. At first glance, it does not make people feel indistinguishable, and his handsome eyebrows even have a bit of elegance. The feeling of a poet in the forest is not as gentle and charming as he was when he was dressed as a woman, and he was absolutely gorgeous.

He waved his hand over, and the inner cores of the two gatekeeper puppets shattered, and the screams of being torn apart suddenly sounded, but Zhu Zhi talked to himself with a smile on his face, as if hearing a nice little song Said: "It's really interesting. I haven't been crazy after 1000 years under the enemy's hands, but I can still control my own body."

"If it is in the human world, there may be reincarnation in the heavens, but this crossing city is only counted after the master says it."

The author has something to say: When Zhizhi meets Shen Jitong.

Zhizhi: "Good guy, I've met an opponent."

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Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Jiushen; 10 bottles of Wildfire Spring; 5 bottles of Nicholas Meow Orange; shyly twisted into a twist jpg.