General, Madam Called You To Farm

The man on the bed woke up.

He opened his cold eyes, like purgatory dug two dark openings, and the murderous aura like hell swept over.

He moved lightly, and the sword in his hand shattered into blades in an instant.

The man in black was almost blinded by a flying blade.

After avoiding it sideways, he looked at the other party in disbelief, and finally understood why the master sent so many masters to assassinate him.

It's not just because there are so many masters in the Temple of the Holy Maiden, but this guy is simply a master of masters!

But he had just woken up, and his breath was still weak.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

The man in black drew out the dagger from his waist with his left hand, and stabbed it towards the man's heart.

But before his knife touched the man, he was struck flying by the man's palm.

He knocked down the table behind him and fell to the ground in embarrassment. Four ribs were broken, his internal organs were damaged, and he spit out a pool of blood.

This is just the power of one palm.

The companions were also a little surprised when they saw this.

All the people who came here tonight were top experts, but this person couldn't even catch a single move.

At this moment, he swept his eyes and caught a glimpse of the slightly shaking curtain beside him.

He stretched out his big hand and grabbed a little girl from behind the curtain.

Tonight is really lively...

He sneered.

Just now the four little ones were idle and bored, playing hide-and-seek.

Wei Xiyue stood behind the curtain, closed her eyes and counted, the three little tiger heads hid, and went to find them when she counted to twenty.

She was only halfway through the count.

You obediently get caught, or I'll kill—uh—uh—

Before he could finish the last word, the companion of the man in black felt his throat being strangled by a terrifying internal force.

His face turned blue, his eyeballs protruded, and the veins on his forehead burst out one by one.

The man on the bed waved his palm, and the powerful internal force hit him, sending him flying into the wall.

There were a few more crackling sounds, and all the bones in his body were broken.

He lay face down on the cold floor, trembling like a dying fish.

No...it's not...possible...

The man sat up with a cold expression, and walked down to the ground barefoot.

I don't know if it's because he hasn't moved for a long time, his steps are a little sluggish.

His eyes were also hollow, blood red.

The two men in black were unable to move for a long time and lost all their fighting power.

Looking at the man with empty eyes, they suddenly realized that he had been turned into a puppet.

His ultimate move just now was not to save those children, but he himself felt their killing intent.

The man stepped over a man in black expressionlessly.

He came to the heavy stone gate and slapped it down.

There was a small opening in the stone gate.

He struck out two more palms.

When the third palm came down, the heavy stone door shattered with a bang.

Dust and debris rushed towards his face, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

Just when he was about to step out, Wei Xiyue said softly: Grandpa.

The man's steps stopped.

grandfather.

Wei Xiyue called him again.

He turned around slowly, and looked at Wei Xiyue with bloodthirsty eyes.

The man in black sarcastically reminded: Little girl...he is not your grandfather...he is a puppet...a monster that destroys humanity...

Wei Xiyue ignored him, hugging the pot in her arms, ran up to the tall and mighty man, raised her palm-sized face, Grandpa.

He slowly squatted down and knelt on one knee.

His eyes were still empty, as if he didn't know what he was doing.

Wei Xiyue put down the jar, opened her soft arms, and hugged his neck without any fear.

grandfather.

Not a puppet, not a monster.

It's grandpa.

Best and best grandpa.

Puppets have no memory and no feelings.

Even due to being controlled by drugs all the year round, some powerful puppets may lose the ability to express language.

The man was hugged by the little girl in a daze, a trace of confusion flashed across his bloodthirsty eyes.

But gradually, the murderous look in his eyes seemed to fade a little bit.

He opened his mouth with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice, clumsily and word by word: Xi, Yue.

...

Saint! Saint!

The saint was injured a while ago and recovered with difficulty, so naturally she had to rest earlier.

But as soon as he lay down, he was disturbed by the noise outside.

She frowned displeasedly: What's the matter?

The disciple who came to report the news hurriedly said: Someone trespassed on the Qionghua Palace! He broke into the secret room! He even shut Changshi Lin out!

It is not surprising to break into the Hall of the Holy Maiden, but it is a bit intriguing to break into the Qionghua Palace, and being able to find the secret room directly shows that the uninvited guest tonight is for that person.

The saint put on her clothes and came out: How many people are there?

The disciple tremblingly said: Okay, there are many...

The saint said lightly: How many people have gone in?

The disciple trembled: Two...

That person has not yet awakened, let alone two, only one can kill him.

The Holy Goddess turned cold, and immediately went to Qionghua Hall.

The masters of the Temple of the Holy Maiden and the assassins in black are still fighting.

The saint just glanced at it lightly and entered the hall.

But when she came to the door, all she saw was the mess all over the floor, the ruined stone gate, the unconscious disciples, and Chief Envoy Lin who was crushed under the ruins.

As for the secret room, it was already empty.

The saint squatted down and pricked the acupuncture point with a silver needle.

Lin Zhangshi regained a little consciousness, and looked at the saint weakly: Holy... saint...

He was taken? asked the saint.

Changshi Lin shook his head slightly: He...he left by himself...

The saint frowned.

Also... I also brought... Lin Changshi was too weak, and fell into a coma again before he could finish speaking.

In this case, it is useless to use the silver needle for the second time.

At this time, Chief Lu also hurried over with a look on his face.

She glanced at the destroyed Shimen, and the expressions of the unconscious Chief Envoy Lin and his disciples changed.

She quickly went into the secret room to check again, only to see two dead men in black.

She came out of the secret room with a solemn expression: Saint?

The saint said calmly: He just woke up, his physical strength is weak, and he can't go far, so let's lead people to chase after him.

Chief Lu cupped his hands: Yes!

Coming out of the Qionghua Hall, the assassin has been repelled by the masters of the Saintess Hall.

However, due to the large noise, it still disturbed many elders.

Elder Ji came here with his disciples, and ran into the saint who was about to go out.

Elder Ji asked, It's so late, where is the saint going?

The saint said lightly: Catch the assassin.

Elder Ji smiled: Tomorrow is the election, and the matter of catching the assassin is left to the subordinates. The saint should rest early, so don't miss the business.

The saint stopped talking and walked away.

Just two steps away, the saint stopped suddenly, didn't look back, just looked ahead and said:

Qinghua Hall is where I practice. It is more than half the Saintess Hall from Elder Ji's Huihe Courtyard. How did Elder Ji come here first?

Cheng Lian: My eldest daughter is the smartest child in the Cheng family.

Cheng Sang: 哕——