Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Outside the dungeon, Zongjie stared at Yu Fuchen who was pulling his hair carelessly with a regretful expression on his face, thinking that this person is not worthy of forgiveness at all, and caressed carefully out of the friendship of working together.

"Is there something wrong with you? If you hurt someone, you will immediately regret it. My master said that such people are all sick."

Yu Fuchen wiped his face with a wry smile, "Your master didn't lie to you, I'm just sick, otherwise why would I hurt him again and again against my will, I wish I could strangle that old ghost in my heart to death! "

From the conversation just now, Yu Fuchen revealed that he knew that his inner demon came from Feng Changhuan, which was also the reason why that person never called himself "this seat" after returning from Guyu.

There was not much time for him to grieve and repent. Zong Jie picked up Yu Fuchen who was crouching on the ground, and supported him to walk in the direction he came from. Everyone he saw looked flustered.

Zong Jie said again using sign language: "This island is too strange. It's not a place where we can stay for a long time. Let's take this opportunity to sneak into it. We can't delay the opportunity. We will leave immediately after the task is completed."

"What are you farting, is it possible that you want to leave my master in this ghost place? Now the task is secondary, the key is to rescue my master!"

At that time, Yun Wuyu said that the two tasks were completed at the same time, but he only gave Yu Fuchen the task of assassinating Elder Xiyue. Could it be that he had expected that Feng Changhuan would come to make peace with Xiyue? ?

Yu Fuchen was puzzled, but he had no time to think deeply. He remembered the words of the two poisonous girls who were still blowing in the forest. This Elder Xiyue should hate men very much, and with their current appearances, they couldn't get close.

And Zong Jie is a superb assassin, he will not think of inconspicuous heresy like Yu Fuchen, throwing an eagle claw hook into the latter's hand, he walked towards the altar of the temple.

The key difference between Jiuyin Island and different states is that they believe in different gods. Kyushu is nothing more than a belief in Buddhism and Taoism, but Jiuyin Island enshrines Yandi Shennong, the ancestor of poison veins. This is why Jiuyin Island was excluded by the states, and even once Listed as one of the causes of evil spirits.

The seemingly ordinary reptiles here may be Gu worms fed with human blood, forcing people to be careful.Yu Fuchen endured the discomfort and followed Zongjie to explore the way. It must be admitted that although the latter was inferior to him in actual combat, Yu Fuchen was inferior to others in terms of assassination methods.

Nine Yin Temple is located in the middle of Nine Yin Island. It is made of square stone bricks and surrounded by poisonous miasma. It should be difficult for two unprepared people to get involved in it.

At first Yu Fuchen was also cautious, but after being exposed to the poisonous miasma, he found that there was no more discomfort except for the slight itching and redness of the naked skin, so he became more courageous.

Zong Jie patted his waist and pointed to the sachet on his belt, probably wanting to say that this is the unique detoxification method of Jiuyin people. It seems that women's clothing is not useless.

When the two of them groped to reach the temple, it was dark and it was difficult to see the whole temple. The bonfire lit on the altar only reflected the Jiuyinmen who were hurrying around, and it was obvious what they were afraid of.

Yu Fuchen took out the portrait of Elder Xiyue from his bosom, remembered the face with willow-leaf brows and auspicious phoenix eyes, climbed to the top of the temple with the help of eagle claw hooks, and pried open a stone brick to peek inside.

The interior of the temple is a unique structure complemented by wooden pillars and huge stones. The four walls are carved with exquisite patterns, and some totems of ancient gods and beasts recorded in the "Shan Hai Jing" can be vaguely seen.

On both sides of the long road leading to the holy seat, there are white marble statues of poisonous insects, which should represent some kind of belief. The red carpet underneath is already mottled, and it can be seen that the place has been bloodbathed in the past.

At this moment, the temple is empty, and the luxurious holy seat has a sense of superiority and coldness. Yu Fuchen felt bored, yawned and said lazily: "Waiting here is not an option, neither you nor I Good at attacking from a distance, why don't you go in and hide?"

"Be careful. We don't know the enemy's situation yet. If we approach rashly, we may fall into a trap."

It's a pity that Yu Fuchen failed to understand Zongsuke's sign language this time. Seeing him pointing excitedly, he thought he was dizzy and couldn't find the entrance. The palm force split the door lock, and before Zongjie could stop him, he shrank back into the hall.

Seeing him like this, Zong Jie sighed sadly, and did not take the risk with him.

This is the experience of an assassin. Pig teammates who know that there are tigers but prefer to go to the tiger are not good. Even if there is an accident, it is better to rescue them after the accident than two people who are in trouble at the same time.

Yu Fuchen hooked the eagle claws around his waist, so as to hang on the beam, and the shadow on the roof of the hall was just right to hide his figure.

Just after adjusting the posture of hanging upside down, someone outside the hall said loudly: "Congratulations to Elder Xiyue——"

Yu Fuchen held his breath and looked towards the palace door, the first thing that caught his eyes was a pair of plain white and slender jade feet.

This woman is very boldly dressed, with her skirt slit to her waist, revealing her long legs. She stepped on the red carpet with bare feet and was spotless. There are thin crystal chains between her toes and wrists, reflecting her fair complexion like snow. .

In addition, the thin blouse seems to have been unable to block her crisp-chest, so that it is half-covered and half-covered, and it is no wonder that people are fascinated by it.

With such a graceful figure, who wouldn't want to monopolize it?

Elder Xiyue is three points more beautiful than the portrait. It is different from the beauty of the watery lotus that I have seen in the past. Instead, there is a charming bewilderment in the gestures and gestures. If it is an ordinary man, I would like to see a beauty smile Take your life.

Even Zongsuke, who was peeping outside, had nosebleeds uncontrollably, and Yu Fuchen was a strange person who would not be attracted to women. After watching it for a long time, there was only one question in his mind: Is this woman's makeup too thick...

Elder Xiyue was unaware of the arrival of the two uninvited guests. He stepped onto the high hall with lotus steps, raised his skirt and lay on the holy seat, stretched his two slender and slender legs, and clapped his fingers at the attendants waiting outside the hall. .

I heard that Elder Xiyue was born to hate men, and those around him were either virgins or old women, and even the ones serving her at the moment were old women with disheveled hair and finger sticks, so Yu Fuchen was very surprised by the appearance of this man. surprise.

The visitor was dressed in dark clothes, extremely low-key, and indeed had the temperament of a secret guard. Could it be that Jiuyin Island, which is good at using poison, lacks such talents who can wield knives and guns?

The guard didn't say a word, and stepped forward to kneel in the open space in front of the hall with no expression on his face. The latter hooked his fingers again, and he obediently went to the seat of that person to knead her sore leg.

Now Yu Fuchen understood, it turned out to be a male favourite...

It seems that no matter how strong a woman is, she has essential needs.

"Elder Xiyue, there are a total of 47 disciples under the command of Prophet Zuo, and all of them have been buried in a random grave in the west of the island. Next, should we continue to eradicate the power of Prophet Right, or..."

When the old woman opened her mouth, she made a hoarse and piercing voice like sawing wood, which made Yu Fuchen get goosebumps all over his body, and trembled on the beam three times.

"What's the rush? Being too aggressive is just asking for death. It's good to wait and see what happens before Wu Shandu responds to the letter. Today's matter is just to scare chickens and monkeys. If every tumor is pulled out, the surrounding flesh and blood will be gouged out. It won't take long. People will turn into skeletons without a skin, and Jiuyin Island will exist in name only."

Yu Fuchen couldn't help sighing, nearly half a hundred living people were doomed to die tragically just as soon as she opened and closed her mouth, it really is cruel and merciless to talk about life and death without changing color!

No wonder someone entrusts Ting Yulou to take her life, and she treats everyone like this. Once Elder Xiyue sets foot in Shenzhou, not to mention ordinary people, even monks in various states may be poisoned by her.

Thinking of his own reason for coming, and knowing what Elder Xiyue did, Yu Fuchen, who was still apprehensive about taking someone's life at first, has decided that this person is an unforgivable crime and deserves to be punished!

Seeing that he was about to draw his sword, it was too late for Zong Jie to stop him, but seeing Yu Fuchen make a move, he was powerless.

With the advantage of body skills, Yu Fuchen took advantage of the wind of the sword to take a quick step the moment he drew the sword.

His speed was so fast that those who were supposed to hit him were caught off guard, but Elder Xiyue clearly sensed the danger, so he still leisurely and comfortably admired the vermilion manicure without paying any attention.

The blade controlled by Yu Fuchen had already noticed something strange at the same time, and he met the male waiter looking back for a moment, and the coldness instantly penetrated from the fingertips to the bone marrow.

This person's eyes... are ghost pupils?

No, unlike Feng Changhuan's blood-red ghostly pupils, compared to gods and ghosts, the slender pupils look more like some kind of animal, cold-blooded and bloodthirsty.

Dazed for a moment, Yu Fuchen realized that this person had a chilling aura, and his pupils were narrow and cold, clearly the pupils of the two snakes! !

But this strange feeling was fleeting, and when he took a closer look, the man's eyes returned to normal, which made him wonder if it was just his illusion.

"Young man, it's still too late to get caught now. Don't wait until Lingxi makes a move. By then, your life will be worse than death. I beg you to die."

"Don't always talk about death, what if it's your turn?"

Yu Fuchen was good at speaking, seeing the male servant Lingxi standing in front of the holy seat, he knew that only by defeating this person would he have a chance to get close to Elder Xiyue.

Looking at the old woman's movements, it was nothing more than a few steps back because she was afraid of being affected, and she didn't mean to help at all.

Could it be that they think that only one person can easily solve themselves?

The belligerent nature was aroused, Yu Fuchen gathered strength, unwilling to be underestimated by others, he spun the Luan knife several times in his hand, and was about to release the ice-smashing spear to fight fiercely, when he felt a pain in his neck.

What followed was a heaviness and numbness that was enough to crush his body, making him dizzy, several figures appeared in front of him instantly, he didn't know which direction to shoot for a while, stumbled a few steps, still couldn't grasp his balance, and fell heavily on the ground. land.

Up to this point, his consciousness was still clear, and he wanted to die to understand. He raised his hand and pressed on the sore spot on his neck, and what he saw in front of him was a black snake that was only as thick as an earthworm, biting his finger, sucking greedily. with blood.

On the verge of fainting, Yu Fuchen struggled and tried to get up to no avail, he vomited a mouthful of poisoned black blood, and raised his hand to point at Mu Lingxi.

"You snake man, for doing this kind of vile business... your conscience won't hurt..."

"It doesn't hurt. I even, feel great."