beg for chivalry

At this time, on the other side of the sea of ​​flames, the heroes of the Wumeng League and the disciples of various sects stood dumbly, taking a panoramic view of the astonishing scene.

After Zuo Buzheng gave the order, the boy who was very similar to the Golden Crow stabbed the dagger into the chest of the leader of the Wu League.

Wu Wugong only felt a stabbing pain in his chest, he looked down at Yan Jiubian, and saw the young man's expression was indifferent, the intimacy in the past disappeared suddenly, his heart ached again, and he called out: "Nephew..."

Zuobu smiled coldly, and said from a distance: "He is not your nephew, he is... Shui Jiu in my waiting tower."

Everyone was horrified, they didn't expect this gentle and polite boy to be the lackey of Leftist, at the same time, they were very confused, and a thought that even they thought was absurd came to mind: Could it be that the words of the black-clothed Rakshasa were true, and he Is it the real Golden Crow?

But what is even more astonishing to teach Wugong at this time is that the short dagger didn't stab deeply, it only tore through the clothes, slightly penetrated some flesh, although it hurt and bled, it didn't hit a vital point.

While he was still in shock, he suddenly heard the young man holding the dagger whisper:

"Uncle Wu."

Yan Jiubian raised his eyes slightly, his voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear what he said.Wu Wugong happened to see that he looked bewildered, and there seemed to be a trace of worry between his brows.

"I lied to you, I'm sorry." He said, but there was a little hope in his eyes, "Will you still regard me as your nephew?"

Suddenly, a feeling of sadness welled up in my heart.Looking at his face, Wu Wugong remembered the scene when they met again in the starry night.In the dim light of the wall lamp, the two of them read the scriptures together, and Wu Wugong patiently pointed out to him, explaining the scriptures and sentences; in the twilight of the morning, they danced their swords back and forth, discussing the contradictions between the sword moves and body techniques.

It has been a long time since Wu Wugong had the feeling of protecting his children. Wu Li was born with a perverse nature, and he left home when he was a little older.Although Yan Jiubian was not the real Golden Crow, he had spent a good time with him.Hearing such a sad sentence from him at this time, Wu Wugong felt a sudden surge of heat in his chest, and tremblingly said:

"Of course, you have always been Wu's good nephew!"

Yan Jiubian smiled bitterly, and quickly withdrew the dagger.He was at a loss, should he continue to obey Zuo Buzheng's words, or stand by the Wumeng?He had accidentally intercepted the secret order that was supposed to be given to others earlier, and learned that Zuo Zhuzhu was quite suspicious of him and did not dare to trust him, his heart was already filled with sadness.

In the past thousands of days and nights, he has always wanted to become a Rakshasa.He also often hated himself, why was he not born with a Golden Crow?During the days when he pretended to be the Golden Crow and lived with Wu Wugong, he actually had some beautiful thoughts, only wishing that he could live a stable life.

He turned around abruptly and retracted his ten fingers.Everyone saw the silver light shining in the sky, and the silkworm thread roared from all directions, trapping Yasha in the line formation!

Zuo Buzheng didn't seem to be very surprised by his defection, he just smiled and said, "Are you going to betray me, Shui Jiu?"

Sweat broke out on Yan Jiubian's face, he forced a smile, and said, "Master Zuo, I'm a villain who is greedy for fame and fortune, and I don't want to live a life of licking blood for a long time."

"Sure enough, it was right for me to ask the rest of the assassins to help me stare at you." Zuo Buzheng's eyes suddenly turned dark and cold, revealing a merciless look as if he was looking down on an ant, "I never believed in you, and you will always betray me. "

"It is precisely because you don't believe me that I run away!" Yan Jiubian couldn't help raising his voice.

At this time, Zuo Buzheng sneered again: "You have worn the mask for a long time, but you don't remember who you are? Do you think you are Jin Wu or Jin Wu?"

The woman shouted: "No, you are none of these people, you just have a face!"

The Clothes Ghost never thought that she would say that, and his face turned pale.Although he has always known it in his heart, he always comforts himself that Zuo Buzheng will always take his hard work into consideration.Listening to her words now, she treats herself like a shoe.

"You are a plaything I brought from Yan's house, and it did cost me a lot of money back then." The woman lowered her head, and gently played with the silkworm thread he had placed in the air with her fingertips, "But I'm tired of playing with you." , Shui Jiu."

Yan Jiubian said in a trembling voice, "In the heart of Zuozhuzhu, I am really only an artifact, not a person?"

"In my eyes, you are nothing more than scraps of paper that you can throw away." Zuo Buzheng said with a cold smile, "You are no exception."

These words were like sharp knives, which cut into my heart.The ghost of the clothes is heartbroken, recalling the more than a thousand days and nights when he was despised and trampled in Houtianlou. Even the landlord on the left just treats him like nothing.

"Zuozhuzhu... Could it be that you want me to kill you too?"

"No, I just want to make your death less comfortable." Zuo Buzheng raised his hand with a smile, and suddenly grabbed a silkworm thread.In her hand, the silver thread that used to cut iron like clay suddenly became like a simple thread of clothes, easily twirled between her fingers.She was silent for a moment, then smiled suddenly. "But I want to thank you, Shui Jiu."

"During this period of time, you have indeed done a lot of things for Hou Tianlou. If you don't have credit, it can be considered hard work." Zuo Buzheng said.

"Then I will...give you the whole body."

It seemed like an instant, the silkworm thread held in Zuo Buzheng's hand suddenly swayed wildly, oscillating like waves of silver light in the air.The silver threads are like a group of snakes, wandering in all directions in a disorderly manner, and every vibration creates a stormy sea in the air.

Yan Jiubian was shocked to see that the silkworm threads no longer listened to his control, they fell off the ten-fingered iron rings one after another, and turned towards him!He held his silkworm thread in his hand and waved it like a whip.A long whip made of entangled silver threads hit his chest, Yan Jiubian was caught off guard, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to block it.

He covered his arms with iron cuffs and hid them under his clothes.Even so, when the thread whip hit, the wrist cuff was suddenly cracked by the wind of the whip and fell off in response.

"Nephew, be careful!" Wu Wugong shouted loudly, pulled out the Great Heavenly Sword, immediately used the "Frost Blade" state, stabbed the sword horizontally, and blocked it between the silkworm threads.

But despite the sharp sword blocking, the gale still hit Yan Jiubian's chest like a fist.With a muffled snort, blood gushed out of his mouth, and he was slammed into the scorched wood by the whip.There was only the sound of sawdust snapping, which made one's teeth sore, and then there was no more sound, and there was a dead silence in the burnt ruins.

Wu Wugong said in shock: "You...you killed him!"

Zuo Buzheng said: "He is my man. Whether he lives or dies, it is up to Hou Tianlou to decide. How can you, the leader of the Martial League, be so careless and want to control him?"

"Although it wasn't long, he has been Wu's nephew for quite some time." Wu Wugong glared at Zuo Buzheng, "How can the evil spirits in Houtianlou be so careless about Wu's nephew? Want to take a tube?"

The woman suddenly laughed loudly: "Nephew! You clearly put your own flesh and blood in disregard, and you just played a hypocritical show with him, but you have already acted like blood is thicker than water!"

Wu Wugong seemed to be referring to something else in her words, his heart couldn't help beating, and he shouted, "What do you want to say!"

Zuo Buzheng said: "I remember that the leader has a son named 'Li Tian', who learned the water-avoidance gun from Fang Bao in the Miao Village."

"That's right, the dog Wu Litian has a perverse personality, and he left home since he was a child." Wu Wugong frowned, "In this way, he is not as well-behaved as my nephew."

"Then if I tell you now," Zuo Buzheng smiled, "what if your 'good nephew' killed your son?"

These words were like a thunderbolt, which exploded on Wu Wugong's head in an instant.Not only Wu Wugong, but everyone present was terrified and tongue-tied.The Jiao Ruins suddenly fell into a dead silence, only the sound of burning in the sea of ​​fire could be heard.

Wu Wugong stood there silently, his fists clenched tightly, like a solid rock.What was on his face was not sadness, but bewilderment.

His son, Wu Litian, was killed?Or died at the hands of Yan Jiubian?

For a moment, this sentence was chewed over and over in his mind dozens of times.Wu Wugong wanted to recall Wu Litian's figure, but he could only vaguely think of the drizzle morning ten years ago, when the thin and young boy struggled to carry a heavy bag, crossed the sill, and went to the house. The back of the person walking outside the door.Wu Litian didn't look back, and slowly walked out of the damp bluestone streets, his figure melted into the misty rain and fog.

Perhaps since a long time ago, he had never looked at Wu Litian again.The brows and eyes of that arrogant and eccentric young man in his memory were blurred and gloomy, and he no longer remembered what Wu Litian looked like.Maybe one day when they meet at the corner of the alley, they will pass by like strangers and never look back.

"You killed him?" Wu Wugong murmured, "You killed... Litian?"

Yasha was smiling, and as the fire went out, her smile seemed to change, like a ghostly face.

Wu Wugong's hands were trembling, he raised the Juntian Sword, his expression was in a daze, "You killed him...you killed him!"

"No." Zuo Buzheng counted in detail, "It was your 'nephew' who did it. Your 'nephew' took out his heart, lungs, skin and bones..."

"—Left is not correct!" A wild howl suddenly pierced the sky, as if it could shake the ground and mountains.Wu Wugong's veins suddenly appeared, and his whole face was wrinkled like a ferocious beast.The murderous aura on the Juntian sword rushed straight to the bullfighting, and the boundless flames swayed around like waves.

In the flames, Wu Wugong roared violently, "You evil spirit has done all kinds of evil, too many to write down. Today Wu made a poisonous oath to kill you here! It is not only to avenge Li Tian, ​​but also to kill you!" The world is right!"

The roar shook everyone's ears with severe pain, and for a moment they even felt the world spinning. The fiery anger seemed to spew out from the leader's chest, burning to the bottom of the hearts of those present.

A hoarse voice suddenly came from a distance.

"...Uncle Wu, this revenge... I will take revenge."

The Jianghu disciple turned his head to look in surprise, only to see a figure standing alone in the sea of ​​flames.

Luo Sha was soaked in blood, and stepped on the scorched wood, holding a mutilated Tianyu Iron Knife in his bleeding hand.A part of the ghost face with a blue face and fangs was missing, revealing a blue eye with a sharp murderous look.

He staggered and walked slowly from the scorched earth.Everyone was tongue-tied, like a stick in their throats, they were at a loss for a while and could not make a sound.

Luo Sha was carrying broken sword fragments and arrowheads on his back, and was covered in wounds.In the eyes of others, this man was already seriously injured, but he stood stubbornly, approaching Yasha step by step.With a wave of his hand, he threw the things he was carrying in front of Zuo Buzheng.

It was a bunch of human heads, the top one was a scorched black head, half of the face was blown to pieces.That was Jin Yi's head.

"As you... wish." Panting, Luo Sha suddenly raised his head and looked to the left, "The evil ghost you want is here."