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

Although the raindrops were flying like big and small beads falling on a jade plate, there was no water on the clothes and hair of the ruthless Taoist priest, and his whole body was dry and comfortable.

The person who came was moving as fast as the wind, and Fu Liang knew that he had no strength to restrain the chicken, so he definitely couldn't escape, so he pulled the red rope on his right wrist with all his might.

I don't know whether Ji Jiu tied it too tightly for him, or he was too flustered, and he couldn't pull it off for a long time. The cold sweat mixed with the rain on his face, and his heart was so nervous that it was about to jump out of his throat.

Fu Liang was not allowed to take half a step back, the strong internal force had already pushed towards him, Fu Liang's pupils suddenly dilated, and the right palm of the ruthless Taoist hit him firmly in the heart.

Fu Liang immediately spewed out a thick blood mist, his arms drooped weakly, and the big banyan tree that covered him for a moment was also implicated. The thick and broken trunk was knocked far away with Fu Liang, and finally fell ten steps in front of Fu Liang. He fell heavily from a distant position, and mud splashed everywhere immediately.

"Cough cough..."

Fu Liang covered his heart, the fishy sweetness in his throat was continuously rising, and there was blood between his lips.

"Strange, aren't you the most talented monk? You can't even catch the palm of the poor?"

The ruthless Taoist priest was even more ignorant than him at the moment, and raised his hand to scratch his meticulously combed hair.

Fu Liang's face was pale, and he couldn't continue to say a word. He could only stare at the ruthless Taoist priest with wide eyes, and there seemed to be a thousand words in his eyes.

More than [-]% of the thousands of words are Zaun quotations, and the remaining less than [-]% is the anger of not being willing to die and lose the game.

The rain around has never stopped, dancing passionately in the wilderness, like a scroll of thick and colorful landscape paintings.

The ruthless Taoist priest approached him, looked down at his filthy and distressed appearance, frowned and doubted himself: "You obviously have no cultivation, why is it rumored in the cultivation world that you are an "elephant without form", and your cultivation is profound and invincible but you are clumsy?" ? "

Fu Liang's vision of looking at him gradually blurred, and his left hand subconsciously continued to pull the red rope on his right wrist.

The ruthless Taoist gave a "huh" and noticed his small movements. The tip of his closed umbrella pointed to his throat: "Why do you care so much about that red rope?"

Fu Liang held his breath and couldn't speak, the nasal cavity was already exhaling more air than inhaling.

The ruthless Taoist pondered: "Could it be that your cultivation base is sealed by this little red string, and you need to take it off to display your strength?"

The rain fell on his face in a "patta" and "patta", his eyes were wet and uncomfortable, and the raindrops rolled down his cheeks. Fu Liang felt that his body was wet and heavy. pack.

The ruthless Taoist looked at his sickly white face covered with rain, his eyes fell on his lax eyes, and continued menacingly: "But I will not let you succeed, I will kill you now."

Fu Liang: "..." Fuck.

The sun in the sky was slowly drifting westward, and the golden light slanted into the corridor, casting shadows on the flat floor tiles for a long time.

Shen Shi, the closer to dusk, the more poignant and poetic it is, and it is suitable for bloodshed.

Ji Jiu bent his lips to look at Yue Wei with a smile, raised his eyebrows and tilted his head in a serious manner.

Yue Wei was taken aback by his words, and confirmed to him with doubts on his face: "Do you want me to do it myself?"

"Of course, that will be a great blessing for the villain."

Ji Jiu withdrew his index finger, smiled softly, his eyes were clear and bright.

Yue Wei doesn't quite understand what's wrong with this cripple, although Chang Siqiu's request is a bit strange, but he is still willing to do things that hurt people.

"Okay, I promise you."

Yue Wei smiled treacherously, he kept staring at Chang Siqiu with playfulness in his eyes, and told Yan Gonggong by the way: "Go, get my most precious and sharpest dagger."

"twitter."

Eunuch Yan hurried to get the dagger.

Ji Jiu looked up at Yue Wei with ease, his eyes inadvertently swept across the carved door, and the shadow outside the door was a little longer than before.

Yue Wei couldn't help being curious: "Mr. Chang is really a very human being, and he is not afraid at all."

"Fu Liang is doing his best for the country, and the villain should support him with all his strength." Ji Jiu said indifferently.

Yue Yan pursed his lips and watched his face, but he really didn't see the slightest fear on his face, the cripple was so calm and uncomfortable.

In Yue Wei's eyes, this is like the stubbornness of "don't shed tears without seeing the coffin", but also reveals some ignorance of the upcoming encounter, and a kind of inexplicable calm nervousness.

Soon, Eunuch Yan presented the dagger, and Ji Jiu continued to look at Yue Wei quietly without shaking his face.

Yue Wei slid the dagger away, the blade was covered with icy frost, and the blade was sharp and narrow. Standing behind him, Eunuch Yan swallowed softly, trembling, for fear that the dagger would accidentally scratch himself.

"Right index finger, okay?" Yue Wei raised his eyebrows, his eyes drooped, and he raised his chin lightly.

Ji Jiu nodded: "Okay."

He looked at Yue Yan with excited eyes, even a little bit of "encouragement".

Yue Wei: "..."

He grasped the dagger tightly and approached, squatting on one knee in front of Chang Biqiu, the shiny dagger edge was on the base of Chang Biqiu's right index finger.

"I'll do it."

Yue Wei's voice trembled with excitement.

Ji Jiu gave a firm "hmm".

Immediately, Yue Wei raised the knife in his hand and cut off the index finger that often seemed to be shown by Qiu Ming. Because the blade was too sharp, the cut surface was neat and not blurred, and the bone was cut like mud very quickly.

Immediately, blood flowed profusely from the section of the index finger.

However, that scream did not come from Ji Jiu's throat, but Yue Yan's painful wailing.

He looked at the index finger of his right hand that had been cut off by himself, and he fell limply on the ground, with ten fingers connected to his heart. The severe pain of the severed finger made his face pale and his lips were covered with cold sweat.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

With a hoarse voice, Eunuch Yan was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and shivered.

Obviously what he cut off was Chang Biqiu's finger, but why it was his own finger, Yue Yan's incredulous eyes lingered on the bloody right hand with only four fingers left and Chang Biqiu's calm face.

Ji Jiu smiled slightly at him, and in order to give him a little hint, a large piece of white jade flute was exposed from the sleeve of his right hand. Immediately, he held the white jade flute in his hand, and twirled the flowers smartly a few times.

Only then did Yue Wei realize that the white jade flute was obviously Fu Liang's natal magic weapon, so why did it appear in Chang Siqiu's hands?So, in fact, Bai Yudi has always been Chang Siqiu's possession.

It's no wonder that Fu Liang is so hip in the front line.

Yue Wei realized that he was completely deceived by Fu Liang.

"Come on, help me."

Yue Wei hurriedly called for help outside Zhu's gate, and Eunuch Yan, who was stunned by fright, also crawled towards the threshold with hands and feet.

However, the eunuchs, maids and guards outside Zhumen seem to be in a different world from them. They can't hear the emperor's call at all, and Eunuch Yan can't turn over after climbing to the threshold. He obviously turned over countless times, but still inside the door...