The Seven Sick Girls Can't Ask For Me

And just as he finished speaking, the countless red chains that had been wrapped around his body before were entangled towards Lu Qing bandit like something alive.

Lu Qingbandit's long knife collided with the chains, but only cut off a few insignificant chains. After that, countless chains continued to attack him, and even a lot protruded from the passage behind him.

The entire dark dungeon emitted a faint red light, and the walls began to squirm and shrink, like the stomach pouch of some large animal.

Bandit Lu Qing dodged the extremely flexible chains and kept waving the long knife in his hand.

He has already noticed that this dungeon is a trap, a trap that lures him to come.

He took a step back, cut off the dark red chain with a single blow, and suddenly jumped forward, the long knife pierced through the air, cutting open the fleshy wall above his head.

The whole room made a sound similar to that of a baby crying. This terrible and miserable cry could almost pierce the eardrums of people.

A bright light appeared from the top of Lu Qing bandit's head, where the flesh wall began to shrink, revealing a hole.

Lu Qing bandits have discovered the key to the problem.The chains are flexible and difficult to cut, but the entire dungeon is a part of this monster, so as long as it hurts the flesh wall, it will reveal its flaws.

The bandit Lu Qing slashed a few more times, and the gap became wider and wider. He jumped, grabbed the soft wall with his right hand, and jumped out of it to the ground.

But what was waiting for him on the ground was a long sword with a cold light.

"Sorry." The young man holding the sword said expressionlessly.

"I have been ordered to wait for you here for a long time."

A pleasant bell sounded suddenly, Lu Qing bandit's ears hurt, and blood gurgled out.

He was dizzy from the ringing of the bell, and fell like a heavy stone, being swallowed by the dark red cave again. .

The young man put away the bell, and the people walking beside him asked curiously: "It's just to deal with a junior, even things like the Jingyin bell have been taken out, what's the matter?"

The young man let out a long sigh. "What do you know? This is not just to deal with him. This matter is far from as simple as you think. If everything goes well, then this time the martial arts world will be at peace for a long time."

-

There is a city in the desert, and there is a Taoist temple in the city.

A traveler pushed open the door of this Taoist temple. He looked dusty and frail.

The inside of the door is empty, but the inside of the door is still a door.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" A voice suddenly sounded from behind the inner door.

The traveler said, "I am acting recklessly, and I am coming to kill you."

"You can't kill me." The voice was very soft and gentle, like a quiet stream, and it seemed that he was not surprised at all because this man said he was coming to kill him.

"You will die yourself."

"I know," said the traveler, clutching the jug in his right hand, but not the sword.

"Then you still want to kill me?"

"Yes, even so, I will kill you," said the traveler.

The voice sighed leisurely and stopped talking.

Suddenly the door opened.

A cloud of dust rose.

-

"Is anyone here?" A Canghai official in official uniform asked in a low voice.

"not yet."

A person also whispered.

"Why haven't you, why haven't you come yet! The first person paced around in a panic.

"Don't worry, he will come out sooner or later." A middle-aged man with a long beard said.

He seemed determined.

"As long as he is in our hands, he will come out sooner or later."

A bronze mirror hangs in the middle, and a sleeping young man is reflected in it. He is covered in blood and looks bruised.

The red chains squirmed on his body like a living thing, tightly locking his limbs, and hanging him in the air.

There were dark red spots on his snow-white skin, which looked particularly glaring against the dark surroundings.

Even though he is in such a mess now, he is still beautiful, the kind of beauty that has been bullied, like a flower that has been knocked down by frost, or a precious jade stained with blood.

Pulling the unattainable god off his high altar, he can only prostrate on the ground, and anyone can approach him and touch him.

-

"Aren't you going out?"

asked the old monk.

Guan Lian sat opposite him, holding a white chess piece in her hand.

"Your apprentice seems to be in a little trouble."

Guanlian's eyes were slightly closed, as if she didn't hear him.

But his right hand eagerly stroked the red plum on his wrist, again and again.

"Now is not the time," he said.

"What are you waiting for?" The old monk frowned, and carefully planted a sunspot.

"Waiting for someone, waiting for him to kill me."

"What if he doesn't do it?"

"He'll do it, be patient."

-

Next to the sea is the East China Sea, and there is a small island in the East China Sea.

People who live here call this small island Snake Island because there are countless poisonous snakes on it.Not even the most skilled boatman dares to risk sailing to fish near this island.

But at this time, these poisonous snakes were all crawling under one person. They spit out long snake letters, and obediently fell on the ground, waiting for the next order from their master.

He held a small faint blue flame in his hand, inside which a white shadow was shaking slightly.

He seemed to be waiting for something.

He stood by the sea and waited from sunrise to sunset.

Finally, impatient with waiting, he raised his hand.

"Go ahead."

-

"Will the third brother come back?" A little girl in a pale pink dress lay on the lap of a middle-aged man.

"I won't come back." The yellow robe on the middle-aged man was shining brightly under the candlelight.

He held a faint blue spell in his hand, the shape on the spell was distorted, it looked like a snake.

"Will the third brother die?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

The girl cried out loudly.

"I don't want third brother to die!"

"This is the path he chose." The middle-aged man picked her up and wiped away her tears. "Then he can only go alone."

He knew that he was going to die.

He is well aware of this.

He was still holding the water bag in his hand, and the faint blue flames in it were beating slowly, as if he didn't know that he was going to die at all.

He thought of that night again, when he was still the third prince of Qiongfeng Kingdom, deeply loved by his father, he accidentally learned a piece of news, and angrily ran to his father's imperial study to discuss it.

"What is Jinghu City? It's a small town that I've never even heard of. It actually eats up three-tenths of our country's tax revenue a year! Not to mention that there are a large number of silks, satins, pearls, jades and precious stones! They You don't even have to pay taxes!"

"Why do they want so much money? Why?"

His father suddenly looked at him with an inscrutable look, as if he had just said something strange.

"Do you know? He said, not only our country, but also the rest of the two countries. Three-tenths of the annual tax revenue is dedicated to Jinghu City, and every year it is sent there as soon as the spring begins. Dare to delay, and even fear that they will not accept it, do you know why?"

"why?"

"Because there is a person there."

"Just because of one person?"

"Yes, just because of one person."

"Then why don't we kill him? Is it because we can't kill him? Or we dare not kill him?"

"It makes sense." His father suddenly put down the pen in his hand, and looked at him seriously, as if he had never looked at his son seriously.

"Then why don't you go and kill him," he said.

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