Crossing, strategy, picking up morals

× Imagine 175 × Rebellion × Paradox

Su Wuyan was a single-minded person, walking the rivers and lakes, destroying people and plundering treasures everywhere, and his methods were horrific and outrageous, which naturally caused a massive strangulation of the righteous way.

Su Wuyan's temperament was extreme in the first place, he was surrounded and suppressed by righteous masters, he did not retreat but advanced, blood flowed like rivers from direct killing with a knife.

There were not dozens, but hundreds of righteous masters who came to encircle and suppress. Seeing Su Wuyan, the murderous god, some people had their heads cut off just as they thought of retreating.Since there was no hope of survival, more people broke out with bravery to fight to the death.

The people who fell on the ground were masters of the righteous way, and the separation of the corpses was like purgatory.Su Wuyan was wounded, but the smile on his face made everyone who saw him shudder.

Su Wuyan practiced magic skills, and when he practiced to the highest level, he became a bloodthirsty devil. That's why he didn't dare to stay in front of Chu Qinghuang all the time. The anger in his heart could only be vented by killing. Blood oozes out of his chest, and against his blood-stained white hair, he looks more and more like an evil ghost stepping into the world to show off.

The killing started from Su Wuyan.

There was endless screaming and screaming.

Occasionally, that bewildering and frightening laughter would resound wantonly when the blood spattered out.

"Hahaha—it's a joy to kill! It's really a joy to kill!"

Such unscrupulous killings, such cruelty that took pleasure in killing, made all the righteous masters who were still breathing tremble with fear!Looking at the person who came with the knife, Yubai's face was stained with mottled blood, and he was extremely handsome, but this place became a purgatory!

Su Wuyan's eyes no longer had normal rationality, as if possessed by an evil spirit, only knowing about killing, and his pair of blood eyes were so bright that they almost illuminated the world.

With red clothes everywhere, it must be a tragic scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere!

At that moment, the last Jianghu Zhengdao knelt on the ground, watching Su Wuyan come in blood, the scarlet tip of his tongue could be seen in the split lips.

"You're the only one left." The scimitar in his hand was raised, drawing a silver arc of death.

The man kneeling on the ground closed his eyes in horror.

After waiting for a long time, the blade that symbolized death still did not fall.

He timidly opened his eyes, but was stunned by the scene in front of him!

The scimitar in Su Wuyan's hand was supported by a light jade flute, and the hand holding on to the jade flute was as white as jade, looking along the dazzling white body, there was a face as cold as a god.

Su Wuyan squinted at that person, with a strange smile in his eyes, "You want to stop me?"

"Follow me back."

The voice was as cold as ice.

"Hahaha——" Su Wuyan laughed loudly, and then looked at him with a ferocious face, "It's up to you?"

White clothes and black hair, beautiful face and icy bones.

It was as if he saw the hope of life from this person in an instant, and his whole body was already soaked in the blood of his fellow disciples. The hero of the right way hugged the person's leg, raised his face and begged, "Help! Help me——"

Being disturbed by this person, that person raised his hand and waved his hand, fine and dense Gu worms fell on him, and then there was a shrill scream, but in an instant, the person who thought he saw hope just now turned into a massacre all over the place. Withered bones, his body is covered with white Gu worms whose belly is supported by flesh and blood.

Su Wuyan drew his saber and retreated, and then stepped on it, as if it was thunder that stepped on the ground, and when it came to him, it was an unrivaled and outrageous killing intent!

Su Chenlian's eyes flickered, and the bamboo flute in his hand pointed obliquely at Su Wuyan.

The tip of the sword was touching the bamboo flute, and then pierced it inch by inch. Su Wuyan pressed hard every step of the way, wishing that the machete in his hand would pierce that man's chest.

At the moment when the bamboo flute shattered, Su Chenlian's eyes suddenly lit up, and with a blow to his chest, many red Gu worms in his sleeves flew up.

The bad feeling in his heart hadn't subsided yet, and there was another sharp pain behind him, and the sound of buzzing Gu worms was flying all around his body. At that moment, the sudden fury in his chest made Su Wuyan speak up quickly. The only remaining internal force after the passage broke open the bamboo flute, and the scimitar in his hand slashed from Su Chenlian's shoulder to his chest, and the dark red blood seeped out.

The internal force suddenly disappears!

Su Wuyan couldn't stand still anymore, staggered forward, and knelt down on one knee.

Su Chenlian's finger was clamped on the blade of the scimitar, and the blade had pierced through his bones. If he was slower by half a minute, Su Wuyan's knife would split him in half!

"Bring back."

With the tinkling of silver bells, the members of the Huanxi Church who were carrying the sedan chair fell in front of Su Chenli. The two of them walked over and grabbed Su Weiyan's arm, and the barbed copper ring pierced his wrist and buckled it. go up.

Su Wuyan struggled like crazy, staring at Su Chenli fiercely, "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

Su Chenlian no longer looked at him.

Get up the sedan chair.

The small ringtones are getting farther and farther away, and gradually disappear...

It was the third day, and Su Wuyan hadn't come back yet.

Chu Qinghuang, who was already restless, began to smash things in the room. When Chi Mo entered, he saw Chu Qinghuang huddled on the bed, and the glazed jade wares were shattered all over the ground.

Chu Qinghuang originally heard the sound of the door opening and thought it was Su Wuyan who came back, but when she suddenly looked up and saw it was Chi Mo, her expression changed.

"What are you doing here?" There was nothing to smash at hand, "Get out!"

Chi Mo looked at Chu Qinghuang's blushing face, squatted down without saying a word and began to pack the things on the ground.

Chu Qinghuang breathed heavily, clutching her clothes with both hands.

Chi Mo took the door and walked out.

Until the sixth day, Su Wuyan still didn't come back. Without the system's assistance, Chu Qinghuang couldn't even take care of her body. All the weakened feelings appeared superimposed, and she huddled on the bed impatiently, her legs rubbing against each other.His body has started to feel hot.

Tortured by the effects of Jiao Honglei's medicine, even waking up was an extravagant wish, so Chi Mo pushed the door and walked in.

Chu Qinghuang squinted at him.

Chi Mo walked to the bedside, and his cold hand touched Chu Qinghuang's forehead.

Chu Qinghuang waved his hand away, "Where is Su Wuyan? Where is he?"

There was gloomy emotion in Chi Mo's eyes.

Knowing that the person was not there, Chu Qinghuang shrank a little back into the bed, and all the usual gestures were gone at this moment.

"The martial arts righteous way to kill, he is dead."

Chu Qinghuang's eyes widened all of a sudden.

"I heard the news outside." Chi Mo sat by the bed and pulled Chu Qinghuang out.

"What are you going to do?!" Chu Qinghuang shrank back in shock.

"The delicate red tears in your body can be untied for you by drinking whose blood."

"Go away—" Chu Qinghuang slapped Chi Mo's face, "Get out! I don't want you to save me!"

Chi Mo smiled miserably, "I can't watch you die."

The arm was held down, and Chi Mo's wrist had been cut open long ago, and dark red blood flowed on Chu Qinghuang's tightly closed lips.

Chu Qinghuang didn't even open her mouth, tears trickled down the corners of her eyes.

Chi Mo leaned over and sucked the scarlet blood into Chu Qinghuang's mouth with his tongue. When Chu Qinghuang began to tremble all over, he stretched out his hand and pulled away the belt tied around Chu Qinghuang's waist...

The bed board creaked.

The candles in the room were finally extinguished.

When the candle was lit, Chu Qinghuang sat up on the bed, his face was pale, and the clothes draped over his body looked loose.

The person kneeling by the bed was in the same submissive posture as Su Wuyan.

"what would you like?"

"Will you give me whatever I want?" Chu Qinghuang tilted her head.

"I'll bring whatever you want."

Chu Qinghuang got out of bed with bare feet, stepped on Chi Mo's shoulder, and said, "Give me the sword."

The saber at Chi Mo's waist was handed over.

Chu Qinghuang grabbed the sword that Chi Mo handed over with one hand, and then slowly pressed it against Chi Mo's humble and drooping neck.

Chu Qinghuang snorted, "Anyway, it's death."

The long sword had already pierced the skin, but Chi Mo still looked like he was being slaughtered with his neck stretched out.

"Return everything I had originally!" Chu Qinghuang's voice was suddenly sharp.

The system suddenly fell silent.

"Okay, okay!" The long sword in his hand pierced even more, and blood slid down Chi Mo's neck, "Stupid system, go play by yourself!"

Chu Qinghuang's body suddenly swayed, and something suddenly appeared in his mind made him look dazed for a while.

Then his expression became more and more strange, it seemed that he wanted to laugh, but he didn't seem to.

"It turns out...that's it."

His long sword was slowly drawn out.

Chi Mo was kicked on the ground, and Chu Qinghuang came over and stepped on his heart, with an expression of indifference that made him shudder.

That kind of indifference is exactly the same as... Qu Shang!

The long sword was held by Chu Qinghuang, obviously his posture was still the same, but he was no longer weak.

"Chi Mo, I will give you the position of national teacher, teach you martial arts, and let you see clearly the filth of this world..." He paused, and seeing Chi Mo's distorted expression of panic, he raised his jaw, "It's actually It's not worth the three months of falsehood and falsehood."

"Qinghuang..."

"Chu Qinghuang?" The person who stepped on his heart showed a cold smile, "I am him, otherwise, do you think Su Weiyan would behave like a dog?"

It's just such a look...

Tears welled up in Chi Mo's eyes, and he grabbed Chu Qinghuang's clothes with trembling hands, "You're mad at me... touching you, right? Punish me however you want, don't...don't..."

Don't what?

Don't even fake the last light...

Chu Qinghuang's expression was indifferent and almost aggressive, "You are just a beggar, I will give you a respected status and peerless martial arts, what more do you want?"

What more do you want to ask for?

He originally had nothing... everything he had was given by this man.

All the joys, sorrows, all loves and hates, all the truths and falsehoods belong to this person.

Chi Mo suddenly let out a sharp scream, and tears fell to the ground drop by drop.

"I gave you too much, so you don't even know what you are." The long sword pierced Chi Mo's chest.

what is he?

He is just a beggar that everyone can bully.

One day, he met a high god, who gave him everything, and then...then he killed that god.

It is only because he is so humble that he hates this god who despises the common people.

Was he... wrong?Hate is fake, love is also fake...

Is this the way it is in this world?

Looking at the distraught Chi Mo under his feet, the inexplicable anger in his heart builds up a kind of tyranny that destroys everything.

The system's warning tone keeps beeping.

"Chu Qinghuang... is this person real?"

With the last trace of luck in my heart.

Chu Qinghuang's expression was still frighteningly cold, and two words came out from her thin lips, "Fake."

Chi Mo laughed loudly at first, and then the laughter was so low that even he couldn't hear it clearly.

Chu Qinghuang's long sword cut off his head.

"Stupid system, broken game."

The author has something to say: System: Hey, hey, the blackened protagonist is so scary