Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Ji Jiu squinted his eyes and looked at the loft in the distance. There stood a man in a black dress with a high hat on his head, and he kept waving his whisk in the air.

He knew very well that that person was Zhao He, the famous national teacher of Dayue Kingdom. Zhao He was more than 100 years older than him, but his cultivation level was lower than his. It is not ugly, but the skin is very delicate and smooth.

Yue Wei obviously wanted to use Zhao He to test Fu Liang's ability. If Fu Liang could suppress Zhao He, then the position of the national teacher of Dayue Kingdom would be at his fingertips.

Ji Jiu didn't know when there were two round night pearls in the palm of his right hand. He played with the beads in his hand lightly, and looked at the scenery outside the protective cover with disapproving eyes.

After the strong wind blowing up from the ground, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and the dark clouds swept over in a tendency to cover the sky and block out the sun.

At this time, Zhao He in the attic in the distance had a black triangular cloth banner in his hand, and a mess of runes was painted on the cloth banner with blood.

The fingers of Ji Jiu's left hand lightly tapped the armrest of the wheelchair. He keenly smelled the bloody smell of resentment. It can be seen that the cloth banner in Zhao He's hand has gathered thousands of grievances. The demon cultivator used the blood spirit of the wronged soul to sacrifice the flag and assist in cultivation, so his cultivation base rose rapidly.

In an instant, the thunder was rolling, mixed with the painful wails of the vengeful souls, and there was a kind of sadness of a cuckoo crying blood.

The gloomy and oppressive sky only had a little light from the sky, Fu Liang and Yue Wei could hardly see the chess game in front of them clearly, Yue Wei didn't have the heart to play chess anymore, his attention was mainly focused on Fu Liang's face.

Fu Liang is inconvenient to ask Ji Jiu for help blatantly, but he believes that Ji Jiu can understand what to do.

The flowing golden waves on the protective cover became more frequent and brighter, and the light was comparable to the palace lanterns hanging around. Fu Liang placed a piece on the chessboard without changing his face, and said indifferently: "Your Majesty, why let the harsh environment provoke you and me to play chess?" .”

Seeing that he was so calm, Yue Wei felt a little more admiration in his heart. Sure enough, according to Fu Liang's intention, he picked up a white piece and dropped it in thought.

Everything in the world became darker, the rumbling thunder and the howling ghosts and wolves continuously polluted their ears, and the fluctuating golden stripes on the transparent protective cover became more dazzling, even though the outside was as dark as ink, it did not affect their vision of playing chess.

In addition to the golden stripes flowing like swimming fish on the protective cover, dozens of lightning bolts that tore through the thick clouds are also full of color. Those lightning bolts seemed to have thick branches, and they hit the protective cover with precision, but none of them were caught. The protective cover either eliminates or rebounds.

Zhao He's figure and the attic under his feet were successfully covered by black. Ji Jiu's face still had an indifferent attitude, without any sense of anxiety or anxiety. Fu Liang couldn't see his expression, and he couldn't see Fu Liang's expression either. , but he can clearly capture Yue Wei's confidence.

Yue Wei must be wearing similar protective armor or amulets, otherwise Zhao He would not dare to be so rebellious.

Lightning spared no effort to hit the protective cover one after another, and the thunder accompanied by howling ghosts and wolves also screamed louder when the lightning increased the impact.

Yue Wei raised his hand and dug his ears uncomfortably, raised his eyebrows and said, "Can the Immortal Elder make those voices quieter? It disturbs my thoughts."

"no problem."

Fu Liang smiled faintly, and then the crying blood and wailing were blocked by the protective cover, but the sound of lightning strikes became more and more intense.

"The emperor is broad-minded and accepts all rivers and rivers. Even the magic cultivator who is despised by the monks in the world can call the wind and rain in the palace..."

Fu Liang tucked his hands into his wide sleeves and looked at Yue Wei leisurely.

The game is over and he has won.

Yue Wei looked at him, and while holding a cup of tea, he said lightly, "The immortal leader doesn't know something, and the hero doesn't ask the way out. As long as it can be used by me, what's the matter with the demon cultivator? Even if the demon cultivator is notorious, What he killed was nothing but ants, everyone has their own fate, and everything is fate."

Fu Liang lowered his eyes slightly and sneered inwardly.

The chess game was over, he finally had the time and thought to turn his head to look at Ji Jiu, who happened to be looking at him too, and smiled at him very obediently and calmly.

At this time, a ray of lightning that rushed towards the protective cover hit the interface between it and the floor tiles at a tricky angle, but it was still rebounded, and it also affected the century-old peach tree. The peach tree full of flowers was struck by lightning. His whole body was scorched black, and he fell limply to one side, making a loud crash.

Fu Liang sighed: "It's a pity that the peach blossom tree."

Yue Wei: "It's really a pity."

Both Fu Liang and Ji Jiu could see a bit of dissatisfaction and anger from his face. Yue Yan was already disappointed in Zhao He, but he didn't expect that Zhao He could not defeat Fu Liang for so long.

Ji Jiu took Fu Liang's sleeve leisurely, blinked his eyes ambiguously, Fu Liang knowingly handed him the tea at hand, and took away the fruit plate on the table in front of Yue Yan , he put the fruit plate on Ji Jiu's lap.

"Uh..." Yue Wei hooked his lips, and smiled with enough sarcasm, "Is the relationship between the two unusual?"

"Yes..." Fu Liang nodded without hesitation, "He is my life."

Ji Jiu: "..."

He didn't expect Fu Liang to admit his importance to others.However, after being flattered for a little while, he narrowed his eyes slightly, suspecting that Fu Liang deliberately led the flames of war to him, and that Yue Wei would definitely attack him in order to check and balance Fu Liang.

Thinking about it more deeply, if Yue Wei really took him, wouldn't he be looking for a dead end?

Ji Jiu suddenly got a little excited when he thought of this, his cheeks trembled slightly due to the excitement.

"Where did the immortal master say that?" Yue Wei couldn't help asking.

Fu Liang: "It's hard to find a confidant in this world. Mr. Chang is my best friend, isn't it my life? What's more, if I hadn't struck too hard at the time and it was too late to stop, I wouldn't have caused him to end up like this, so I must Protect him well, he is my life."

These words were so fake that Ji Jiu couldn't listen at all. He noticed that in the darkness outside, the smell of resentment and blood became more intense and pungent, and ordinary people without a little bit of Taoism couldn't detect it at all.

He knew that Zhao He was getting closer and closer to them.

Probably Zhao He was also in a hurry, worried that if he couldn't break through the protective shield, his position as the national teacher would be lost.

Ji Jiu closed his eyes, put the teacup in his left hand on his lap, rested his elbow on the armrest, and gently pressed his slightly bent fingers against his temple, as if he was taking a leisurely rest.

Soon, the moment he opened his eyes, countless spider web-like cracks suddenly appeared on the protective cover.

Yue Wei curled up his lips, and when he raised his eyelids to look at Fu Liang, Fu Liang looked normal, and even turned around to take away the fruit plate and teacup from Ji Jiu's lap.

In the darkness, Zhao He's eyes were full of blood, his lips curled into a strange arc, and the long hair in his hand was tougher and sharper than a steel knife. Without a breath, the protective cover that had been cracked before was falling apart... …