After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

Chapter 141

The monk was pale all over, without beard or hair, and only wore a very old and clean white linen cassock.

His skin was white, his lips were also white, without even a trace of blood, which made him look like a new corpse that had just climbed out of the grave and was bled to death.

And in his arms, there is a bouquet of flowers.

The huge camellias are as bright as blood and so bright that they seem to burn people's eyes.

The dark fragrance that Lin Mao smelled came from this bouquet of flowers.

"It's you……"

Lin Mao recognized the man at a glance.

"it's me."

The man's eyes met Lin Mao.

The eyes of different colors are as ghostly and ghostly as in memory. The pure black and blue pupils reflect a little red of the camellia in his arms, like blood and thin ice soaked in the bottom of a dark abyss.

Not long after, the reunion with Lingkong Temple's sinner, Sanggaruo, brought Lin Mao's fear and trembling, but it did not weaken in the slightest.

He froze in place, staring at Jia Ruo—unable to move, let alone avoid that person's gaze.

Like a weak animal that cannot move under the gaze of a beast, his soul seems to be captured by the invisible sight, and he cannot escape.

The wind suddenly became weak and sluggish at this moment, and under some invisible force, even the air gradually became viscous.The faint and charming fragrance of flowers flows slowly between Lin Mao and Jia Ruo, but within a short time, it becomes extremely strong.

The breath of blood, the reddish lights, the martial arts figures with murderous intentions, Xiaoqing who is almost like a ghost...

Like a landscape painting soaked in water, the color suddenly dimmed and gradually melted into Jiaruo's lonely and pale breath.

In this blurred and cold world, the only thing that is clear is the dim light in Jia Ruo's eyes, and the eerie camellia in his arms.

"Feizhen, here I come."

Jia Ruo stared at Lin Mao and said softly.

His voice was unusually hoarse when he spoke.

"Crench."

"Crench."

……

He stepped on the snow with bare feet, and the snow particles squeezed each other making a slight sound.

Lin Mao shouldn't have heard this, but he heard it clearly, as if Jia Ruo's every step stepped on his chest.

"Master Jiaruo!"

A sharp female voice suddenly sounded, shattering the phantom-like scene before Lin Mao's eyes.

He slapped his wit suddenly, as if being pulled by something, his soul fell back into the exorcism shell.

The person who shouted was naturally Qiao Xiaoxiao who suppressed Lin Mao.

She seemed to be quite unaware of the previous abnormality.After seeing Jia Ruo's figure, she even revealed a little pride - because at the moment Jia Ruo appeared, Chang Xiaoqing, who was still astonishingly imposing before, froze all over for a moment, as if being captured by something extremely terrifying. Things are stunned.

Chang Xiaoqing's abnormality naturally also fell into the eyes of those who besieged him, but in just a short moment, the group of people couldn't help but took half a step forward, and the faint expressions on their faces were all relaxed .

From their point of view, since the monk Zhen Laozi came here in response to Qiao Xiaoxiao's call, he was also a helper to help them capture Chang Xiaoqing.

Jia Ruo stopped about ten steps away from Lin Mao and Qiao Xiaoxiao.

Qiao Xiaoxiao blessed him, and then Jiao Didi said: "The servant is incompetent. I have invited so many people, but I still can't take down the devil Chang Xiaoqing. It seems that I have to trouble Master to do it... ..."

Lin Mao's pupils suddenly tightened.

【Gara! 】

Others may not know how powerful Jia Ruo is, but Lin Mao still clearly remembers that when he first met Jia Ruo on the night of Snake Chao, the horror of Jia Ruo who seemed human but not human, and who didn't even fluctuate in emotion when killing people.

He also knew that even with Chang Xiaoqing's martial arts, Jia Ruo's men could not do more than ten moves.

Of course, the most frightening thing about Jiaruo is...

what else?

Lin Mao was in a trance for a while, and felt dizzy that he seemed to have forgotten something somewhere.

aroma……

Red Camellia...

Lin Mao's breathing was rapid, and Jia Ruo's figure disappeared in the night, and the only thing reflected in Lin Mao's eyes was the camellia that bloomed vigorously, as if it had sucked human blood.

"Do you want my help?"

Jia Ruo looked straight at Qiao Xiaoxiao and asked softly.

"Trouble master—"

Qiao Xiaoxiao replied.

However, Jia Ruo seemed to have never heard Qiao Xiaoxiao's answer at all, still looking at this side according to the previous posture, and asked again.

"You need my help, right?"

Goosebumps suddenly appeared on Lin Mao's neck.His body trembled slightly, because he clearly knew that when Jia Ruo spoke, the person who really asked was not Qiao Xiaoxiao at all, but him—— Lin Mao himself!

Jia Ruo is definitely not a kind person!

That vivid fear permeated every inch of Lin Mao's skin.

Do not--

He wanted to scream, so he could answer Gaara.

But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't even answer a word.

"Master Jia Ruo?"

At the same time, Qiao Xiaoxiao also seemed to have sensed that something was wrong. The usual smile on her face that made people not be able to help letting down her vigilance gradually became stiff, and her voice also became dry.

"Zheng-"

Just at this time, among the gangsters who besieged Chang Xiaoqing, it seemed that someone's sword accidentally touched someone else's weapon, and there was a slight trembling sound.

Taking this as an opportunity, Jia Ruo raised his eyebrows and smiled at Lin Mao.

When he laughed, his brows and eyes were curved, and he was a bit shy and sweet like a young man in love.

"That's it." He said.

At the same time as his special dry voice fell, a breeze blew between the sky and the earth.

It was a gentle breeze, a wind that shouldn't even appear on such a winter night full of conspiracy, bounty, blood, and falling snow.

This is more like the spring breeze in the south of the Yangtze River that blows green willow banks and smokes people drowsy in the poet's pen.

The wind was as soft as silk, warm as a woman's skin, and every trace of wind was filled with a charming fragrance.

Even the most cold-blooded and cruelest killer among those gangsters couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly when the gust of wind blew across his face.

The wind reminded him of a certain woman he had been with a long time ago.And the moment he thought of that woman, he felt a slight pain.

"laugh--"

There was a small sound.

Dark red blood splashed out.

The killer lowered his head in a daze, looking at the hole in his chest.

It turned out that he felt pain not because he killed the woman with his own hands many years ago, but because his heart was neatly split in two.

Warm blood washed over his head, face and limbs.

The reflections of his pupils gradually soaked in blood.

The blood did not come only from him, but from his companions.

The killer looked around him blankly.

Everyone had the same sluggish expression on their faces, and everyone was just like him, their bodies were like wine bags that had been randomly pierced by swords, spraying scarlet and warm liquid.

"What the hell...is...how..."

The killer murmured.

He really doesn't understand.

And before he fell down like a rag sack, he saw a monk standing not far away through the wet blood mist.

The monk was pale all over, wearing an old white linen cassock and holding a handful of camellia in his arms.

The camellia is so red, as if soaked in human blood.

The blood of their people.

He couldn't utter a complete question, so he lay on the ground, and after a few convulsions, he died completely.

It was another person who asked questions instead of him, a little woman named Joe.

"This... this... what the hell is going on?!"

Qiao Xiaoxiao stared blankly at the group of corpses overlapping each other and lying on the ground not far away, she screamed in terror like an ignorant girl who dominated the shopping mall and martial arts.

She really doesn't understand.

Don't understand what's going on.

Right after Jia Ruo said those words, red threads appeared on the gangsters who were still aggressive before, and Qiao Xiaoxiao didn't even realize after a while that it was the people splashing on them. The blood line that came out.

And when she finally discovered this, the group of people who were attracted by ten thousand taels of gold, regardless of their martial arts level, all fell down like sorghum stalks that had been harvested in late autumn.

The only people present who were still standing, besides her, Lin Mao and others, were Jia Ruo... and Chang Xiaoqing.

Of course Chang Xiaoqing also felt the "wind".

Of course, that wasn't the real wind, it was an extremely fierce and murderous true energy.

If he hadn't released his sword energy in time to break it, there would probably be one more corpse lying on the ground at this time.

But even so, Chang Xiaoqing's fate can be called miserable.

In just a short moment, the places on his body that were weaker than the sword qi could not be taken care of were all deep and visible scars, and the blood gushed out dripping, instantly turning him into a blood man.

Chang Xiaoqing supported the ground with his long sword, and swayed for a while before he managed to stabilize himself so as not to fall directly to the ground.

Chang Xiaoqing's blood was reflected in Lin Mao's eyes.

"What do you want to do?!"

He suddenly raised his head and roared at Jia Ruo.

Jia Ruo was slightly taken aback, the camellia in her bosom trembled, and some petals fell.

"They...you don't like them, do you?"

Jia Ruo replied softly.