To Win Over That Son-in-law Protagonist

Slag system: Oh!

Now Tang Jiao'er is standing on the high platform, looking at the news.

Among the crowd, a figure gently clenched the firearm in his hand. He wandered among the lotus cultists, but he was holding a handful of bird guns in his hands.

If there is Tang Jiaoer, the Buddha mother in this world, Lianhuajia will always circulate the legend that belongs to this girl. In this way, the rider is naturally incompatible.

Tang Jiaoer was not only going to die, but also going to die under the public.

To let the world know that what immortal is immortal is just a big scam by the Tang family brothers and sisters.

A thin line was held in Wei Xuan's palm.

Under Wei Xuan's arrangement, Tang Jiao'er's delicate body will eventually turn into a burst of blood, flying between the sky and the earth.

However, at this moment, a figure flicked over gently, and his fingers skillfully pinched between the opponent's neck, and one of the killers was suddenly dizzy.

The dark tide under the stage was raging, and the wind blew over the stage, making Tang Jiaoer's clothes fly like a blooming lotus.

The girl standing on the lotus platform is like a fairy in the sky.

As soon as Tang Jiaoer lowered his head, he could see a fanatical and obsessive face. There is expectation on the cheeks of these congregants, and they are the most loyal subordinates of the Tang Jiaozhu.

Tang Jiao'er's heart trembled slightly.

These people are the victims of his brother's fanatical dream. When Tang He's dream is shattered, Bai Sensen's human bones will also turn into steps, paving Tang He on the road to death.

Tang He regarded these people who could die for him as medals of victory, as his great achievements in surviving the world.

This is the big thing my brother wants to do.

She hadn't spoken for a long time, but Tang He couldn't help frowning.

How can Tang Jiao'er perform for the first time?

However, Tang He is good at speaking, and he has already begun to figure out the rhetoric of saving the field in his heart.

Of course he couldn't think that Tang Jiaoer was not stage fright, and his sister was more able to say than he thought.

Tang Jiaoer had already recovered and said from the high platform: "My real name is Tang Jiaoer. I am a brother and sister from the current leader of the Lotus Sect, Tang He, who was born in Xiaolian Village, Qingzhou. My brother and I were born in a farmer’s family, and there is nothing to understand. I’m just an ordinary poor girl from a farming family, and I don’t have any supernatural powers. I am neither a saint of the lotus religion nor the reincarnation of a Buddha mother. Our lotus religion has come to an end, and today is a dead end."

After so many years, Tang Jiaoer finally happily told the truth before others.

But those words shocked Tang He, he really didn't expect his sister to say such a flower.

Tang Jiaoer was already crazy.

Tang He stood up suddenly, sternly: "The saint was invaded by evil spirits, talking nonsense, to ruin my lotus cult. Such evil things, don't hurry back off the lotus platform!"

There was no voice from the Lianhua Cultists around, perhaps because the amount of information was too great for them to react.

Even the imperial spy, who was in the crowd, couldn't help being stunned.

Tang He's voice was also exceptionally sharp and piercing, and it appeared extremely clear.

Tang Jiaoer also heard Tang He's angry voice, but ignored it. She still said to herself: "Our family is also diligent and conscientious, unable to bear the harshness of the government, and only then decided to start. At the age of nine, her father was arrested for military service, and the mother fell ill. Coughing all the time, people are losing weight day by day. I am not a reincarnation of a Buddha, but I just watched my mother die. My brother deliberately did something, and in order to convince others, he said it through the gods and Buddha. Ah, this lie, I have been talking about it. ."

The muscles on Tang He's face also trembled slightly, obviously angered to the extreme.

He never thought that his sister would actually say such a thing, and would actually disguise the disguise that he minded the most. The woman in front of him is no longer his sister who is connected by blood. She must have been instigated by someone and bought by someone to cheat her brother.

He opened his robe, took out a small crossbow, and pointed it at Tang Jiaoer.

Being so far away made Tang He's cheeks flow like frost.

The Tang Patriarch's actions immediately caused the people around him to exclaim.

For a moment, Tang He also thought of the past. Because Tang Jiaoer just mentioned the past, and mentioned their mother who died of illness. His mother is a very gentle and dexterous person, who Tang He thinks is the best woman in the world. Although their family was poor, they were kept a little spotless by their mother. No matter how rough the food is, she can make new tricks. She taught her children to pick flowers from trees and mix them with whole grains. So although life is bitter, there are some elegant tastes on the tip of the tongue.

But such a woman has not survived the illness.

When the mother died, she held several children's hands and asked them to take care of each other.

For a person with a heart of stone like Tang He, a touch of tenderness appeared in his heart in an instant.

Tang He has been soaking in the sea of ​​blood in the corpse mountain these years, only thinking of some past events, those memories have something clean.

But the tenderness that these memories produced was also extremely weak, and that little tenderness was instantly swallowed by huge anger.

Those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me perish, the Tang leader thought so. It is regarded as a biological sister, kill and kill, what's so great.

He had aimed at Tang Jiao'er, his eyes were slightly cold, extremely cruel. Immediately, he gently drew the crossbow.

He couldn't let Tang Jiao'er continue to talk so nonsense.

If Tang Jiaoer insists on such words, then Tang Jiaoer can only die!

That little □□, like a black light, quickly swept towards Tang Jiao'er.

However, a pale blue shadow flew across the air, and the sword's edge was a little lighter, smashing this small □□.

A sharp gaze fell on Tang He, and Tang He shuddered unexpectedly.

The swordsman in Tsing Yi was holding a pale blue sword, and a cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye was as fresh as blood, just like cinnabar in the snow.

Withered Cloud Mountain School, the more red fish!

Tang He recognized it at once, but it was like falling into an ice cellar.

The more red fish is rarely contaminated with these mundane things, and now it actually jumps out like this. Tang He is a person with strong brain replenishment ability, and his brain suddenly replenishes all kinds of conspiracies.

With the sadness that he might be involved, Tang He became even more angry.

Under the suppression of Yue Hongyu's sword light, Tang Jiaoer continued to speak.

"All living beings suffer from suffering, and when one is born, many troubles, pains, and deficiencies arise. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the sufferings that we have in our lives. When we are born, we have to endure loneliness, separation, hunger, and sickness."

"So, we are willing to have gods in this world, believe in luck, believe in changing luck. We believe that we can be invulnerable to all diseases, and even believe that there is another world where everything is there."

"But none of these exist."

"Although life is bitter, all we can rely on is ourselves."

Tang Jiaoer said so and gently stood up on the lotus platform.

She heard a loud noise from the audience, mixed with sad crying and angry roars.

Say these words, no one will like her. Tang Jiaoer himself knew this.

Because the truth is cruel and not beautiful. She pierced those good hopes and let the poor people below see through the ugliness and reality of the world.

There is no realm of gods, the dead relatives will not return, people die when they die, and living may not be happy.

After the snow in the mountains melted, what was left was muddy dirt.

Tang Jiaoer murmured, "I'm sorry, I lied to you."

She has always been a guilty person.

She only hopes that such a voice will be passed down in this world. The lotus religion is over, but after this, I just hope that the world knows that there are no gods. The resistance of the peasants at the bottom is like a raging fire, but if it is condensed by pretending to be a ghost, such a fire will never really burn.

Tang Jiaoer tossed the lotus in his hand, and the lotus in his hand fell into the wind, allowing the wind to stir the lotus petals into several pieces.

Tears slid down Tang Jiao'er's eyes.

When she was eleven, she met An Xuecai and told An Gongzi that she was afraid of death. Over the years, Tang Jiaoer has been born in fear. But now, she has made up her mind.

Tang Jiao'er dressed up as a **** and stood on the high platform in gorgeous robes.

Then she closed her eyes and jumped down from the high platform--

May my death be atonement for my sins.

Tears splashed down the corners of Tang Jiao'er's eyes and dyed Tang Jiao'er's temples in the wind.

She felt her body sinking, she thought to die like this.

At this time, Tang Jiaoer naturally didn't think of her son An, nor did he think of his brother.

She remembered that when she was a child, she learned paper-cutting with A-niang. She cut the window grilles, opened them and spread them on her palms, unconsciously smiling at her mother.

Just let your body be torn to pieces in the wind like that lotus flower. Of course it was a very romantic imagination. She knew that she would not disappear in the wind, but would only fall to pieces on the ground, blood shed all over the place.

However, one hand grabbed Tang Jiao'er's palm and stopped Tang Jiao'er from falling.

Tang Jiao'er stopped abruptly without feeling dizzy.

Unconsciously, her eyes widened, and she couldn't help but look up.

Yue Hongyu caught her and dragged her up: "Don't die like this. Tang Jiaoer, you are still young, don't die like this."

For a while, Tang Jiao'er was also a little dazed.

She actually never thought that Yuehongyu would save herself.

Even if Yue Hongyu blocked Tang He, maybe she just represented Nianshanhui and wanted to hear the truth.

She didn't expect that Yue Hongyu would actually grab herself, saying that you are still young, but don't die like this.

I am very young, but I have never thought about the future.

From death to life, Tang Jiaoer hadn't digested all of this, she didn't know what happened, she only knew that she was still alive.

A ray of warmth came from the palm of Yue Hongyu, as if it were the heat of life.

At this time, Tang Jiaoer's tears rolled down.

People like human beings actually want to survive, and want to live rather than die. The sourness surged into Tang Jiao'er's heart, causing her tears to flow faster.

Tang He's arm trembled lightly, and Yue Hongyu not only shattered the flying crossbow with a sword, but also seemed to hurt his air valve, and planted sword intent into his heart, making him afraid to move.

At this moment, Tang He had a very strong feeling. If you say something unobedient in your mouth, I'm afraid Yue Hongyu's sword aura will suddenly crush him.

Yue Hongyu reached out his hand and gently lifted Tang Jiao'er and landed on the ground.

She held a small fish sword in her hand, and the tip of the sword pierced into the ground, and instantly there was a thunderous noise from the ground.

The ground seemed to be thundering, with a series of roars. This kind of sound became louder and louder. Accompanied by the sound of muffled thunder for a while, the ground began to rattle, and the cultists on the ground also shook their bodies under the influence of the sword energy. Until the shock subsided, everyone stood firm, and then a deep crack was torn in the ground in front of them, and it was winding under Yue Hongyu's feet all the time.

Yue Hongyu went to the village to follow the customs, conforming to the hobbies of the Tang guru, and came to a personal performance.

The scene was silent for a while.

Yue Hongyu took the small fish sword lightly and returned it to its sheath: "Let's go."

She stretched out her hand and gently held Tang Jiao'er's hand.

Tang Jiao'er's hands were still trembling, as cold as ice. But Yue Hongyu's hands were firm and powerful, as did her eyes.

At this moment, the square was full of people of the Lotus Sect, and the crowds were congested.

The cultists who stood in front of Yue Hongyu were swept away by her eyes, and she felt a little timid.

He was timid all his life, and his body couldn't help letting go of space, allowing the red fish to walk with him more.

This obviously formed a kind of demonstration effect, which made the people behind subconsciously avoid it, and did not dare to face the sharp edge of the Yue Jianxian directly.

The Yue Hongyu didn't go very fast, and Tang Jiaoer could also keep up.

In front of Yue Hongyu, a road appeared, which could accommodate two people and let Tang Jiaoer leave.

Tang Jiao'er only felt dizzy, her tongue was stiff, and her palms were also in cold sweat.

She didn't look at the faces of the people around her, but knew that those present would never forgive herself whether they believed it or not.

The current atmosphere is also extremely strange, making Tang Jiao'er hold his heart.

Although Yue Jianxian had a masterful cultivation base, there were tens of thousands of Lianhua Teacher disciples in front of him.

To break this balance, all it takes is a roar, as long as there is a person to take the lead. Or, just a word from her brother.

As long as a small feather, it can condense a torrent.

But it really seemed to be a dream, she didn't hear Tang He's voice, and the surroundings were incredibly quiet.

Yue Hongyu took her away from the Wuyangyang crowd and took her down the mountain.

In the past few days, Kuhua Mountain has also been surrounded by impenetrable water, surrounded by officers and soldiers of the imperial court.

But at the foot of the mountain, no one stopped her.

When the appointment was reached, a disciple of the Nian Shanhui was already waiting and prepared a horse for Tang Jiaoer.

At this time, Tang Jiaoer's tense string seemed to have finally loosened a little, like waking up from a dream.

She climbed onto the horse and couldn't help but think about looking towards Kuhua Mountain.

She also thought of Tang He.

When I was a child, my brother ate hard whole grain buns and taught myself how to learn Chinese characters.

He lifted himself up and asked her to pick the elm money from the tree.

Those bunches of flowers, like grapes, taste a little sweet.

But these are gone. When my brother looked at him the last time, he wanted to die by himself.

Why should there be wars, hatred, hunger, and all kinds of inequality in this world, is unwilling.

When I was young, my mother cut the red window grilles, and the family gathered together during the New Year, and put the window grilles on the windows with their own hands.

Days like that will never come back.

The current Kuhua Mountain is already a Shura Field.

Tang Jiao'er's nose became sour again when he thought about it this way.

The horse carried her and ran fast. The wind blew past Tang Jiaoer's ears, passed the young girl's hair, and passed her young and sad face.

She thought, the sadness in my heart will never heal.

But the more red fish does not look so much. As long as a person is alive, he will see many changes. At a young age, don't rashly assert that this will happen throughout your life.

Yue Hongyu sighed lightly, gently put the back of his hand behind him, and gently kicked a small stone with his toes.

At this moment, the winter has passed, the snow has melted, and the green grass has begun to grow.

Yue Hongyu raised her head slightly just like this, letting the sun lightly fall on her cheeks.

This world has both the cold of winter and the warmth of spring.

The same was true for Jian Xian, she took Tang Jiao'er away with such prestige, but she could only take away one Tang Jiao'er.

At this moment, a terrible storm is still hiding in the strange calmness on Withered Cloud Mountain.

Yue Hongyu didn't immediately kill Tang He, and he was unwilling to stir up conflicts on the spot, which made these lotus cultists crazy.

But Tang He was clearly at the end of the road, and his situation didn't seem so good. After all, the Tang cult leader couldn't escape this time.

His air valve gradually eased, and his ability to speak was restored.

But Lord Tang already felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Suspicion and unbelief, so all kinds of filling the scene, made Tang He suddenly feel a sense of fear.

This fire was ignited by Tang He. He naturally knew how vigorous the fire would be, and also knew how painful it would be if it burned on his body.

There have been bursts of noise from the crowd, low as whispers, but these whispered whispers seem to converge into a river, resounding in Tang He's ears like thunder.

Tang He naturally knew that these sounds were terrifying.

His heart was beating wildly, but there was no fear on his cheeks. He walked to the front desk with a fearless appearance, and said in a deep voice: "In order to deal with the Lotus Sect, the imperial court did everything to make people pretend to be a Buddha mother and deceive the crowd. Now there is a heavenly order, and the Buddha mother has practiced successfully. , Return to the heavenly court. I am in the same position as you. As long as I practice Consummation, I can live, die, and never suffer. At these critical moments, everyone cannot be shaken by demons and foreign objects!"

Tang He gritted his teeth, speaking loudly.

He looks like he has been hacked, and now he still wants to give a fan to Gu Yigu.

The surroundings were quiet, and those discussions were so small that the Lord Tang couldn't hear them. Tang He naturally knew that there was a lot of suspicion in such quietness, but as long as no one doubted it loudly, he could use the prestige of the past to crush the scene, right?

Tang He has a pious expression, his palm has a lotus gesture on his chest.

"I would like to be with everyone, extradited to the other side of lifelessness, to the eternal kingdom."

"I would like to save the world so that they will not suffer as a human being."

"I hope you will wait for your determination, and don't be shaken by external evils at the last minute, ruining your previous practice."

Tang He said so loudly, it is hard to imagine that he is a liar.

Even if he was denied by the so-called Buddha's mother, Tang He could be so hard-hearted.

These people, Tang He, were brainwashed round by round, and the core congregants who were screened out had unparalleled piety.

Tang He understands people's hearts well, and naturally knows that the more he pays, the more reluctant to make sense.

Indigenous MLMs like him also faintly understand the truth of sunk costs, and they are also talented.

Therefore, Tang He shouted these slogans, the more he shouted, the more calm he shouted.

If a person pays so much, if he says that the sun is dark, they will probably try to believe it.

No one wants to admit that he has lost so much.

Look, this is the stupid man in the world.

But at this moment, a loud, angry voice suddenly came from the crowd: "Tang He, you deceived us!"

The voice was not small, and there were many people around him. Although Tang He couldn't see who was speaking, he was suddenly stiff.

He also has no shortage of loyal congregants. At this moment, someone stood up beside him, sternly: "Shut up, you have also been bought, dormant here, deliberately provoking."

Tang He's expression suddenly turned pity.

He thought this time, maybe he still had to comfort him.

But he didn't notice that the congregation who jumped out to defend himself was too close to him.

A sharp dagger was held in the opponent's palm with a light backhand, and it pierced Tang He's ribs from top to bottom.

That was a wonderful position that prevented Tang He from happening. As long as he opened his mouth, he felt hot and painful in his chest.

Only a veteran murderer can find such a delicate position.

Tang He opened his mouth, speechless, he watched the cultists leave lightly.

The other side turned his head and smiled at him. It was a pale and handsome face, beautiful and gentle.

That figure merged into the crowd, like a drop of water into the sea.

The severe pain caused a weird and distorted expression on Tang He's cheek, and the blood soaked his black clothes little by little.

Under all eyes, Tang He fell down like this.