The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 62 Nine Days of Remaining Snow
The sound of cicadas in July can't penetrate the lonely Xie Yu Palace.

Everything in Baiwu Mountain is cold.

Together with Fu Yulou's heart.

It was freezing cold.

Under the young man's hateful eyes, the Taoist priest in white was still cold and ruthless, as if nothing could disturb his mind.

"There is nine days of residual snow in the meal specially for you, once you eat it, you will wear your stomach and rot."

"Nine Days of Residual Snow?!"

Wen Xiuyun Danfeng's eyes were wide open, obviously knowing something, eyes full of disbelief, her slender fingers curled the black hair of the little girl in her arms, fragile like a butterfly with broken wings, Ying Zhuang's gloomy face beside her was even paler, unbelievable Looking at Fu Yulou intently.

"Isn't that an ancient poison... Why do you have this formula?!"

On the [-]th, the snow was still on, and on the [-]th, I suddenly saw a distant traveler. It turned out that the snow was already cold and remnant.

This poison is as notorious as its creator. The figure holding the red umbrella has long become a taboo topic in the world of cultivation. It was not until the spiritual energy declined and the sect collapsed that it was taken out of the dusty memory and circulated among various places. Between the legends.

The red plums on the umbrella are three-point fragrant, and the flowers are five li long with dead bones.

So, how did this poison, which should have been sealed long ago, be obtained by the Righteous Palace Master in front of him?
"Amazing."

Mo Rang took another bite of the fish in shock and chewed it in his mouth, it was strangely delicious.

Fu Yulou looked at him with complicated eyes and swallowed a few more mouthfuls. The fish on the white jade plate had bottomed out. He paused and said, "The snow in the nine days, the poison that has been lost in the rivers and lakes, you can't get rid of it at all right now."

He looked at Mo Rang who was still eating, "Normal people will die silently within a stick of incense after taking one bite. A martial artist can last longer."

Mo Rang took another sip of wine, and he didn't put down the jade bottle until it was empty.

Wiping his mouth gracefully with the silk obtained from Yunzhou City, he didn't feel that his behavior was strange at all, his indifferent and gentle temperament was incompatible with the tense atmosphere.

Wen Xiuyun glanced at him worriedly, frowned and hugged the little girl, looked directly into Fu Yulou's lacquer-like eyes and said, "Is there any nine-day residual snow in the meals of the rest of us?!"

"No."

Fu Yulou's jade-like face remained expressionless, "But... there is something else."

He has no guilt at all for poisoning others. This kind of thing has long been strangled in those conspiracies. Excessive kindness and integrity have no effect on him seizing power. Only by being cautious, and being more cautious, can he survive in this world.

That's his way of doing things.

He's more of a ghost than himself.

Mo Rang secretly slandered, and slowly picked up the jackdaw beside him, the wooden scabbard was wrapped in black leather.

——Snow white and pitch black are the colors closest to death.

The layer of leather was covered with traces of wind and sand and sword chopping, and was covered with scars, full of the heavy feeling of years.

This long knife has accompanied Fan Xingyan into the rivers and lakes for dozens of years, beheading wicked people and killing Zhongliang.From the birth of Wan Youqing's quenching, a period of bloody years began.

He drew out his long knife, and the silver-white blade was mingled with purple light.

Snow White in front of her body and bones behind her!
Jackdaws rush into the rivers and lakes!
His demeanor had changed since he pulled out the jackdaw.The depths of his eyes were like a sea of ​​blood, a ball of flame burning with determination to burn the world.He has a gentle and restrained temperament, and the sword light spreads all over his body, stabbing people invisible.

In the cold and silent palace, undercurrents surged.

When everyone saw him pick up a knife, they also raised their weapons to confront each other. That bright appearance was like lighting the fuse of a certain tense level.

"It's useless to talk, let's fight."

Mo Rang didn't care about the people behind him. Ever since he picked up the jackdaw, he and Fu Yulou were the only two people left here, and no one else was qualified to participate in the station!
That is the pride of a swordsman!

Cai Lan beside her had already picked up the long sword after the crowd dispersed. At this time, she was wary of Wen Xiuyun's actions. The four or five-year-old girl behind her was standing in fear, with a face as white as dough without any trace of trace. color.

"Sister Wen"

"Do not be afraid."

Wen Xiuyun smiled encouragingly at the girl, his eyes were like knives, and he signaled the man in the seat next to him who was still buttoning his throat to take care of Ying Qingqing, and the blood-red whip in his hand spread out like a spirit snake, as agile as life.

Fu Yulou didn't move, just looked at Mo Rang's scarlet eyes.

"Do you know that there is poison in it or that the poison is useless to you?"

Mo Rang frowned, his scarlet eyes made him look even more fierce.

"Heh, what's the use of telling you this?! If you ask me if your cook's cooking is good, I can still answer you."

His tone was perfunctory, and the jackdaw in his hand seemed to be able to kill all things in the world. He immediately launched the Liyun Ghost Step under his feet, and the unpredictable "Frost Flower Gradient Dyeing" was the first move he made!
The snow-bright knife light is mixed with the cold air of the west wind, and it seems that frost flowers will grow from the tip of the knife, and the coldness will go all the way to the heart.

The momentum of the knife is like the wind, unpredictable.In just a blink of an eye, he slashed in front of Xie Yulou. The dark desk filled with jade plates and cups of wine collapsed instantly, and the sauce and sake were poured all over the floor.

Fu Yulou's eyes flickered slightly, and his strange and mysterious steps were as fast as lightning, and he avoided the fierce and fierce knife in a few steps.

"It's nothing, I just confirmed your identity more."

Under the vast area of ​​the Green Dome Palace, the two of them fought in separate chambers, but Mo let the attack just now knock over several tables and tables, and the sticky sauce poured on the red carpet floor, looking messy and dirty.

"What identity can I have?"

Mo Rang sneered, the insidious and cunning person in front of him made him feel a fire in his heart.

The Taoist priest in white just raised his hand to Mo Rang from a distance, his two fingers together in a sword gesture, his eyes were indifferent.

"I just confirmed—you are a ghost..."

Only this kind of evil spirit, which has long been dead, will not be afraid of the Nine Rican Snow with its intestines pierced.

Even if it is wearing human skin, it is still an evil spirit.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a painful cry of "Ah". It seemed that the owner who made the sound was young, and it was just a soft sound, but it was extremely distressing.

Mo Rang quickly turned his head to look in the direction of the little girl. The girl who was originally protected by Wen Xiuyun now had a blood-red whip wrapped around her neck!
The red whip was wrapped around the girl's neck like a spirit snake. Wen Xiuyun's bright and stunning face was ashen, looking at Fu Yulou's position, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes.

That's not to mention the thigh-high girl's face instantly turned red and blue. She was choked by the whip tightly wrapped around her neck and couldn't breathe. The whites of her eyes rolled up almost instantly.

"You and Gui Yuanzong's disciples, we must not let them go."

The white-clothed Taoist put away his right hand, and his white clothes were as bright as the moon. Seeing him let go of his hand, Wen Xiuyun also let go of the whip a little bit. The blood-red long whip was still wrapped around the girl's delicate neck, and could be twisted off at any time.

Hot tears dripped from Ying Qingqing's chin onto the whip.

"It can only be said that you acted too recklessly, or that this is the characteristic of ghosts?"

Fu Yulou was unmoved by everything in front of him. He was more like an ice sculpture than a human being.

"Devouring the same kind has always been the training habit of you evil ghosts." The Taoist priest in white looked at the man who was full of murderous aura at this time and said: "Your cultivation is worse than feeding the evil ghosts in Fengxian Cave in the back mountain."

"It must be much better than this girl."

The red mole between his eyebrows was as dazzling as a bloody hole dug in a good-looking person.

Mo Rang only felt that the person in front of him was something he had seen in two lifetimes——

——The most terrifying!
　My first volume is just a foreshadowing, and the water behind it is very deep. I hope everyone can follow it patiently~ヾ(^▽^*)))
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