Reborn Poison

After Murong Hao heard this prompt, he immediately became vigilant, put his whole body on alert, waited deliberately, and made complete preparations.

"Master, please show up and save Murong's life." Ji Fengling knelt on the ground with his head bowed, looking very devout.It seems that Ji Fengling respects this master very much.

"He doesn't need my help."

Murong Hao's eyes widened suddenly, he knew the real meaning of this sentence best, he was not poisoned, so why did he need others to treat him.

However, Ji Fengling misunderstood that Master would not save him, so he couldn't help but shouted in a low voice, "Master, Murong has suffered from Qi Ri Ni Hun San, in this world, only you can save him."

"Are you going to say it yourself, or let me say it?"

In the empty bamboo forest came the infinite echo of the old man.

"Master, I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you are talking about, master?"

Murong Hao looked vigilant, put his hand on his waist, and with a slight twitch, a shaking sword appeared.Since leaving the valley, he has never used his soft sword. First, no one outside is qualified to let him use the sword. Second, it is very good as a belt.

But at this moment, he had to use the sword.

The other party saw through his disguise at a glance, and he probably didn't have any kindness towards him, and he wanted him to confess on his own initiative.

How can there be such a cheap thing in this world?

"Murong, what's wrong with you?" Ji Fengling discovered Murong Hao's abnormality only now.

Murong Hao completely ignored him and listened to all directions with all his attention.

"Seeking your own way."

As soon as the words fell, a strong wind blew up, and a white light flew like a shuttle.Murong Hao swung the blade of the sword back and forth and made him perform the first twenty moves of the Falling Flower Sword, his inner clothes were completely soaked.These twenty moves are the moves he has swung in Juechen Valley every day for the past six years, and he has memorized them in his heart, so he is very proficient in them.

However, there was no benefit at all.

Ji Fengling saw Murong Hao swinging his sword at a cloud of white mist. The white mist came out of the hut, and he immediately understood what was going on. They said, "Master, don't hurt him."

"Luohua Wuqingjian, who are you?"

The sharp tone of the old man was like a sharp sword, directly attacking Murong Hao.Murong Hao had never seen such a powerful sound wave before, without wiping any of it, he was directly hit.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he knelt down on one knee. If he hadn't been protected by a sword, he might have been unable to hold on and fell directly to the ground.

A pair of hands withered like tree trunks tightly gripped his neck, and a little force could decapitate him immediately.

Murong Hao couldn't help cursing Ji Fengling secretly in his heart, he couldn't send it anywhere, and put him in danger.Don't trust others, he took a deep breath, raised his eyes and stared at the old man standing in front of him.

What surprised him was that apart from those haggard hands, the man standing in front of him was a middle-aged man, dressed in gray clothes, his whole body was scruffy and unapproachable, Murong Hao frowned reluctantly, his body Subconsciously dodged back.

"Master, Murong was brought by me, there is no malice, please show your respect and let him go." Ji Fengling nervously wanted to get closer, but because of the presence of Master, he dared not take a step further.

The man in gray just glanced back at Ji Fengling, and that glance was like a sharp sword that forced him to step back ten steps, and finally slammed heavily against the pillars of the thatched cottage.He pinched Murong's throat with two fingers, and asked a second time, "Who taught you the Falling Flower Sword?"

Murong Hao pursed his lips and turned his head to ignore it.

The tough attitude made the man chuckle, "You think I won't know if you don't tell me? Who are you, that old bastard in Xie Jue Ling?"

Murong Hao was very angry, he dared to insult his master, it was simply——, but after a second thought, he continued to raise his head proudly, not listening to the man in gray clothes, as if he wanted to kill or cut him, and listened to it.

If you want to use aggressive methods to trap him, there is no way.

"Hahaha, tough, I like it." The gray-clothed man raised his head and laughed loudly, and then said, "Is there nothing I can do about you if you don't talk?"

Then he tapped Murong Hao's body a few times, and then let him go in satisfaction.

Murong Hao only felt as if there were a few ants crawling up from the soles of his feet. In the end, more and more ants scrambled to get into his body. That feeling made his whole body feel goosebumps and itchy. Make him unable to adapt.

"What did you do to me?" Murong gritted his teeth and asked, his eyes glaring at the person in front of him.

The man in gray put his arms around his chest and said with a smile, "It's nothing, it's just a small trick to make you confess and explain things clearly."

Murong Hao's whole body trembled slightly, he felt that his whole heart was itchy, no matter how he grabbed it, he couldn't catch it.He bit his lip tightly and told himself that everything would pass.Just get over it.

Ji Fengling got up quickly, seeing Murong Hao's forbearance, and recalling how he endured the pain in the carriage again, his heart ached slightly, and he stretched out his hand to hug him.

Murong Hao stared at him fiercely, the sword in his hand was less than half a meter away from him, he forcefully squeezed out a word between his teeth, "Get lost."

It was the first time Ji Fengling saw the hatred in Murong Hao's eyes, it was so obvious, so clear, even worse than when he was drunk last time.

"Don't come close to me, or I will kill you." Murong Hao will never betray his master, and he will never betray Juechen Valley.

The man in gray folded his hands and looked at the pair in front of him with interest.

As soon as Ji Fengling grasped the sword, the bright red blood dripped on the grass, staining the grass with a trace of color, "Murong, let me share your pain."

Murong Hao drew the sword away, and a deep bloodstain appeared in Ji Fengling's hand.Blood trickled down drop by drop.Murong Hao plunged the sword into the ground, and spots of scarlet slowly slipped from the blade. He lowered his head, "Get out, I won't trust you anymore."

After saying a few words, it seemed that he had exhausted his last strength, his body was extremely itchy, Murong Hao looked at the blood on the sword, the first time his soft sword was stained with blood, it was the blood of Ji's family, it was really shocking It felt good, and then he thought of something and smiled.

With a flash of sword light, a sword wound appeared on his arm.

The pain covered another feeling on his body. Two streams of bright red blood were intertwined, like two parallel threads, intertwined inextricably.

"Murong, you're crazy." Ji Fengling immediately rushed over and grabbed his hand, preventing him from swinging his sword.

Murong Hao raised his eyebrows in displeasure, and said angrily: "Why do you stop me, why do you control me, why do you want to desperately save me, why?"

After finishing speaking, he shook Ji Fengling away vigorously, the sword light flashed again, and two sword wounds appeared on the same arm respectively.

Ji Fengling shook his shoulders, and shouted: "I like you, is it enough?"

"Hehehehe—" Murong Hao laughed wildly.

Ji Fengling held his head directly, bit his lip, and blocked his uncomfortable laughter.Murong's eyes widened, and then he struggled crazily. Ji Fengling no longer held back his scruples, held his sword with one hand, and the back of his head with the other, and kissed him lightly as if no one else was there.

Murong Hao pointed the palm of his other hand at his heart, as long as he used his original power, the man in front of him would definitely die from anger, but he couldn't do it.He bit his tongue hard with his teeth, the blood mixed with saliva was stirring in their mouths, and the thick smell of blood permeated their mouths.

However, Ji Fengling didn't seem to feel it, and still kissed forcefully in his own way.

The man in gray opened his mouth in surprise, then couldn't help clapping his hands, happily moved a stool out of the room, and watched a good show for free.

Murong Hao's whole body was itchy, from his back to the top of his head, the itching was almost maddening.

"If you can't help it, just bite me." Ji Fengling stretched out his arms thoughtfully, rather than watching him hurt himself, it is better to hurt him.

Murong Hao lay on his shoulder, staring at his neck, not knowing whether to call him naive or stupid.Oxygen is on his body, so what's the use of biting him?

"Well."

Ji Fengling felt a pain in his shoulder, and couldn't help but comfort his back with his arms around him, "Bite a few more, I won't hurt."

Murong Hao couldn't help sighing, the lingering voice trembled, "Is he your master?"

Ji Fengling nodded casually.

"I think he killed your father and enemy, right?" That kind of ruthlessness was not at all what a master would do to an apprentice.

Ji Fengling shook his head, "Master was not like this before. He took good care of me and taught me various skills. If Master hadn't saved me, I'm afraid I would have died long ago."

"..."

Murong Hao has nothing to say, how can there be such a stupid man in this world, he deserved to be plotted against in his last life.

The two chatted one sentence at a time, and watched the sunset slowly, entering the evening.

The gray-clothed man sitting on the stool rolled his eyes and fell unconscious.

"Master." Ji Fengling let go of Murong Hao, and immediately went to check on the situation of the man in gray.

Murong Hao curled his lips, stood up tremblingly with the sword in his hand, and walked towards Ji Fengling step by step with the soft sword in his hand. The sword drew an obvious mark on the grass.

Ji Fengling was worried about his master, so he didn't notice the expression of the person behind him walking over.

"Die."

Murong Hao is no longer the soft-hearted person he was back then. He has experienced life and death, betrayal, and family destruction.

So, he raised his sword and stabbed with it.

Either you die, or I die.There must be no kindness in dealing with the enemy.