One Hundred and Eight Ways to Discuss the Villain's Poorness

Meng Guiwen did not object to Erzhu Yuxun's revenge.

If this is the case, then the fact that Chen Wuluo did not resist Er Zhu Yuxun's frame would be clearly explained.

Because even Chen Wuluo felt that Er Zhu Yuxun's tragic childhood experience was due to his parents.

The father's debt is paid by the son, which is justified.

Although Meng Guiwen felt that Chen Wuluo was indeed repaying what his parents owed, but in fact, he himself had other feelings in it.

Although he didn't know what kind of feeling it was.

Should it be like the feelings that my senior sister and senior brother have for me?

Probably.

Thinking of this, Meng Guiwen felt a little restless in his heart.

This irritability was because the relationship between the two brothers was being played by Liu Junhao in front of them.

Should she say that the trust between people is so fragile, or that the relationship between people is still very deep?

What is fragile is Er Zhu Yuxun's mentality.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even dare to sleep alone at night.

It's just that I'm afraid of dying if I stay alone.

Always have someone with him.

The man in front of him is the culprit for causing him to be so fragile.

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The long sword in Meng Guiwen's hand pointed at Liu Junhao: "I don't need you to tell me, I can take out your state of mind and brain, maintain your brain activity with spiritual power, and there is always a way to break your restriction."

As she spoke, she observed Liu Junhao's expression.

Sure enough, when he said to use spiritual power to maintain his brain activity, his face turned pale instantly.

"Do you think the knives you drew on Er Zhu Yuxun will fall on you in the end?" Meng Guiwen squatted down, looking at Liu Junhao with a smile on his face.

Although the current appearance is not her original appearance, the 12-year-old boy also looks innocent.

It was obviously a pure and lovely appearance, but it made the three people present feel cold.

This kid...

"What do you know?" Liu Junhao couldn't help coughing again, because the blood poured into his throat by Meng Guiying's expression, choked his pale face to turn red instantly.

At least he now knows that this Meng Guiwen is definitely not the teenage child he looks on the outside.

For some reason, he thought of 200 years ago.

The boy he saw.

The boy was also able to kill his family with a long sword and a smile on his face.

No matter how much I begged him, he would not listen.

He originally thought that people from the Five Great Immortal Sects would understand his thoughts.

After all, no one wants to lose their loved ones.

Isn't it a good thing for human beings that his spell is successful?

Dead relatives can come back to life.

Moreover, his relatives did not deserve to die.

What's wrong with reviving them by yourself?

That Huai Shan not only killed them again, but even destroyed their bodies, making it impossible for him to revive his relatives.

Huai Shan has never lost a loved one, so he doesn't understand what it feels like to lose a loved one.

As an outsider, why should he deprive others of the right to reunite?

Huai Shan deserves to die, and Meng Guiwen in front of him deserves to die even more.

But now he has no way to resist Meng Guiyi.

Since you can't resist, since the end is death.

Then if he dies, he will kill Huaishan's lover.

He also wanted Huai Shan to experience the pain of losing a loved one.

Liu Junhao stared at Meng Guiwen, and suddenly burst out laughing.

While he was laughing, blood froth with visceral fragments kept gushing out of his mouth.

Then he grabbed Meng Guiwen's ankle.

He wanted to see a look of astonishment or fear on Meng Guiwen's face.

But when he looked at Meng Guiwen, Meng Guiwen's face was still calm and unwavering.

It's as if this little girl doesn't know how to write the word fear at all.

Her glazed eyes just looked at him like this, as if she knew what he was going to do.

But when he wanted to explode his state of mind, he found that his state of mind could not gather spiritual power at all.

It was as if something was absorbing his spiritual power.

"Do you want to blow yourself up? Do you want me to help you?" Meng Guiyi narrowed his eyes and smiled innocently.

But at this time, Liu Junhao looked at Meng Guiwen in front of him, and only thought how did Huaishan teach this apprentice?

No, with Huai Shan's temperament, he can really teach such an apprentice.

After all, in Liu Junhao's eyes, Huai Shan himself was not like an orthodox monk.

Which orthodox monk will be chased by the disciples of the immortal sect to collect debts?

Meng Guiwen didn't wait for Liu Junhao's answer, and gently covered Liu Junhao's lower abdomen with his hands, a burning sensation instantly filled his dantian.

A flash of panic flashed in his eyes, only to hear a muffled slap in Liu Junhao's lower abdomen, and Liu Junhao rolled his eyes in pain.

But he couldn't die, and he couldn't faint.

He could only consciously feel the pain that could crush his soul.

Looking at Liu Junhao's appearance, Meng Guiwen suddenly remembered a sentence he said, and Er Zhu Yuxun also said that sentence.

Both of them were speaking to the same person.

'Do you know the kind of days when you want to die but can't die, and you can only endure the pain that goes deep into the bone marrow every day? '

Well, that feeling is very uncomfortable.

Although the pain of the broken sword bone became a habit later, it became a proof that she was still alive.

However, even this little feeling disappeared from her senses in the endless cycle of reincarnation.

The feeling that should have been forgotten long ago, I don't know why she remembers it so clearly at this time.

Meng Guiwen withdrew his hand and stood up.

She stared at Liu Junhao pinching her ankle, and with a light kick, Liu Junhao let go of her ankle.

No matter how much hatred he has, he has no strength to vent it at this moment.

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And the South City Lord and North City Lord who witnessed all this with their own eyes couldn't help frowning.

For some reason, they all had the same thought at this moment, that is, they must not mess with this little monk.

This is probably a demon dressed as a cultivator.

How can anyone torture others like this?

If the dantian is destroyed, people will not necessarily die, not to mention that this child probably used some method to control the other party's mood, so at this time Liu Junhao couldn't even commit suicide.

While the two city lords were still sighing, a black shadow fell from the sky.

He was dressed in strong clothes, with a high ponytail, and his face looked extraordinary in the moonlight.

The exquisite appearance made even the North City Lord a little surprised.

It turns out that there really are men so handsome and delicate.

Er Zhu Yuxun couldn't hold back for a long time.

Obviously Liu Junhao was his enemy, but his enemy was about to be beaten to death by Meng Guiyi, so he couldn't stand it anymore.

When Meng Guiwen saw Er Zhu Yuxun, he tilted his head to look at him: "I didn't call you."

Er Zhu Yuxun didn't speak, he stepped over the bricks and tiles, and walked towards Liu Junhao who was lying on the ground and couldn't move.

Although Er Zhu Yuxun knew that this girl was ruthless, she never expected her to be so ruthless.

The internal organs have been shattered, and the dantian has been blown up, but it has not been completely destroyed.

Because it does hurt after being damaged, but it doesn't hurt half of it.

After all, half of the dantian is connected with the state of mind.

The state of mind can infinitely magnify this pain in the human body.

Of course, this kind of pain is definitely not the most painful for monks.

The most painful thing was the pain caused by the broken sword bone of Jianxiu.

However, he had never seen anyone who survived with a damaged sword bone.

If I could see it, I would like to study how they survived the pain.

"Don't you think it's miserable for him?" Er Zhu Yuxun asked Meng Guiyi in a low voice.

Hearing this, Meng Guiwen looked at Er Zhu Yuxun with some doubts.

"It's miserable, but it's not miserable enough." Er Zhu Yuxun grinned, and slid his hand across the storage ring, and a row of shiny silver knives appeared in front of Liu Junhao.

When Liu Junhao saw those knives, he who had given up struggling started to thump.

Meng Guiwen looked at Liu Junhao, then at Er Zhu Yuxun.

Did Liu Junhao see the live Yan Jun?