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

In the blink of an eye, the hell-like shady curtain was suddenly torn apart, and at the same time as the sky was bright, the howling ghosts and wolves stopped abruptly, and the last cry of all the innocent souls was like being beaten and kicked As if kicking them back to the underworld where they should go, the voice is both tragic and unwilling.

A mouthful of blood was sprayed on the chessboard, polluting the entire chessboard. Zhao He knelt down beside the chessboard, his eyes showing extreme incredulity and exhaustion.

He clearly has the upper hand, as long as he breaks through the protective cover under Fu Liang's cloth and takes advantage of Fu Chen's castration to take Fu Liang's dog's life, he will win. He has countless innocent souls to help out, and his hostility is unprecedentedly strong, how could it be, how could it be Failure?

His fly whisk was cut in half by something, and he was lying on the ground even more alone than him, in a state of embarrassment. It seemed that the damage was very serious, and it was estimated that it could never be repaired.

Zhao He only remembered that he broke through the protective cover without hesitation, and then went straight to Fu Liang, but when the whisk in his hand was about to brush Fu Liang's cheek, he suddenly felt dizzy violently, and his wrist could no longer exert strength. The body was overwhelmed and fell from mid-air... In the end, it became this extremely embarrassing and humiliating situation.

Yue Wei frowned in displeasure, he really wanted to stuff Zhao He, an embarrassing guy, into the ground under his feet, and his left hand resting on his thigh clenched into a fist with all his strength.

Because of Zhao He's power, the Peach Blossom Tree and other surrounding palace attics and floor tiles were inevitably hit by the merciless lightning strikes, and the beautiful scenery that had been peaceful for years now became more or less dilapidated.

Zhao He still didn't give up, he looked up at Fu Liang angrily, and quickly mobilized the disordered internal force in his body to gather in the palm of his left hand.

Probably Fu Liang is really as rumored, his cultivation base is unfathomable but he doesn't give people the feeling of being aggressive. Zhao He can't control too much now, he can only turn defeat into victory with a full blow.

Fu Liang also stared straight into Zhao He's eyes, his face was calm and calm, but his heart was turbulent and tense to death.

Ji Jiu always paid attention to Zhao He's small movements and micro expressions. He drew a peach charm with cinnabar on Fu Liang's back in advance, so that he could manipulate Fu Liang's body at critical moments, so as to highlight the other party's reputation as an "expert" Number.

When Zhao He's left fist was about to touch Fu Liang's right shoulder, Fu Liang swung his sleeve away quickly under the influence of Ji Jiu. Zhao He tilted his weight and punched the ground, causing cracks to open on the floor tiles.

Zhao He's eyes went wild and his face twitched, but before he could make a second move on Fu Liang, Fu Liang grabbed his lapel, pulled it in front of him, nodded and said to him pitifully, "Master Zhao, Enough is enough, don't rush into His Majesty just for a moment."

Zhao He's eyelids twitched, and he glanced sideways at Yue Yan from the corner of his eye, but from Yue Yan's fierce eyes, what he saw was clearly killing intent, and only one of him and Fu Liang can survive now. .

Zhao He endured the internal injury, and suddenly a long soft sword slipped out of his right hand. He raised the sword and swung it at Fu Liang. Ji Jiu had predicted his movement a long time ago, and still tapped his fingers leisurely.

Fu Liang immediately opened his arms and backed away easily, kicking the stone round stool he had just sat on with the toe of his snow-white shoe, and the round stool hit Zhao He's heart with force. When he continued to raise his sword and approached, a long sword appeared in Fu Liang's right hand. When he avoided Zhao He's sword edge, he took advantage of the situation and took out the long sword in his hand to cut it flatly.

The fasting crown on Zhao He's head was cut off by Fu Liang, and his head was covered with black hair, and his hair fell down in a disheveled manner. The cool wind blew a few strands of hair and blurred his vision. Through the gap in his hair, he saw Fu Liang running towards him. The long legs swept across his left cheek, and Zhao He spat out blood again and was beaten so hard that he couldn't get up on the ground.

"Okay, the Immortal Elder's ability is indeed superior to Zhao He..." Yue Wei shouted, "Zhao He's skills are not as good as others, and he keeps provoking him repeatedly. It's okay to keep such a person, but I have no interest in disposing of waste, so I will leave him alone." This subordinate will be handed over to the immortal leader."

Fu Liang walked up to Zhao He, who was in a state of desperation. He squatted down, clamped his jaw with his right hand, and asked sullenly, "What do you think I should do with you?"

"If you want to kill, you have to do whatever you want." Zhao He, who still had a bit of backbone, stared at Fu Liang and said unyieldingly.

To be honest, Fu Liang disdains to kill the weak, but it is different here, if there is no Ji Jiu, he is the weak in this world.

Zhao He's intentions are dishonest and scheming. If he is let go, he will only let the tiger go back to the mountain, and there will be endless troubles. Fu Liang is not a person who likes to cause trouble for himself.

While he was hesitating, Ji Jiu, who had been keeping a low profile all the time, said slowly, "My best friend, why don't you send him to play with me?"

Zhao He shot at Ji Jiu fiercely, Ji Jiu maintained an approachable smile, and immediately took out a glazed gourd from the sleeve of his snow-white robe and threw it to Fu Liang: "Put his primordial spirit into this gourd, Just treat it as a little toy for me."

Fu Liang: "..."

He almost forgot that the person following him was a veritable sick and delicate person.

Before Fu Liang could agree, Yue Wei nodded in agreement: "Mr. Chang's method is not bad. It would be worse to die than to be wiped out."

"Yue Wei, I fucking killed you."

Zhao He was irritated by his light words, he struggled to break away from Fu Liang, clenched the long sword in his hand again, and stabbed at Yue Wei who was sitting not far away, Yue Wei was so frightened that he fell off the round stone bench immediately .

Fortunately, Fu Liang unscrewed the gourd in time and sucked Zhao He's primordial spirit in. Zhao He's body immediately fell to the ground, his disheveled black hair turned into a head of white hair, and his immortal skin became emaciated and old in an instant.

Yue Yan was almost scared to pee his pants under the blue sky and white sun. He stood up holding the round stool, walked two steps to Yue Yan's body with a fierce face, and then kicked several times as if venting: "Come on, put the body on the ground." This bastard dragged it out... Sui, Shi, Wan, Duan."

The imperial bodyguard who had been hiding behind the white marble fence ran out in a hurry, and dragged down the corpse of the once revered national teacher according to Yue Wei's order.

"Yue Wei, even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go."

Zhao He's angry howl came from the glazed gourd in Fu Liang's hand.

Yue Wei sneered contemptuously, then changed his face and said softly to Fu Liang: "This person has spoken disrespectfully to me, please take good care of him for me."

Fu Liang smiled and said nothing, and threw the things into Ji Jiu's arms casually. Ji Jiu shook the little gourd meaningfully, looking at the gourd as if he were looking at a new pet.