Chapter 395 Do whatever you want, in just one thought
“Ouch~”
A shrill wolf howl made everyone instantly come back to their senses from the surprise that a human turned into a monster. .
Xu Pusheng was even more stunned.
They are monsters! ?
He never thought that the person buried deep in his heart and always remembered in his heart was actually a monster! ?
At this time, everyone saw that countless long swords were pierced into the body of the wolf demon...
"My lord!?"
Seeing the tragic death of Jinghong , the other five people shrank suddenly, glanced at each other, and fled in five directions without hesitation.
The Liu family girls are very powerful, unlike ordinary immortal cultivators in the human world! ?
Now, they can only disperse and escape. As long as one person escapes, today's news will reach the ears of another adult.
“Tsk, naive!”
Shijiu sneered, raised his finger slightly, and pulled out the long sword from the wolf demon in an instant.
"Miss Shi, please spare one life!"
Seeing the long sword split into five waves and chasing those people respectively, Xu Pusheng quickly stood up and begged to Shijiu.
He remembered, he had seen these people!
Once upon a time, his Xu family...
His parents...
died in the hands of these people!
Danhua, who was standing not far away, raised his head when he heard Xu Pusheng's words and looked at him with a complicated expression.
After so many years, he still remembers these people...
"Poof~"
The sword cut their throats, and the five people didn't run far before their lives were ended in an instant.
The speed was so fast that they were already dead before Xu Pusheng could react.
“Amitabha, so good, so good...”
At this time, Chang Kong appeared out of nowhere, walked to Shi Jiu's side, and chanted a few Buddhist chants, "Almsgiver Shi, we agreed not to kill..."
"Well..." Seeing the little boy The monk, Jiujiu tugged on his Buddhist string, and said with a smile: "Isn't it because my hands were itchy and I couldn't hold it back..."
She knew that if the little monk came, he would definitely He would stop her from killing.
So, she could only make a quick decision.
I miss her, a fallen angel, reduced to the point where she can no longer kill! ?
How do you feel that after meeting the young monk, she, as a fallen angel, did not live up to her reputation?
After thinking about it for a long time, he changed his hand to hold the Hunshang Umbrella, and then quietly scratched the young monk's palm a few times.
Chang Kong’s hand twisting the Buddhist string paused slightly, and took the opportunity to hold Shijiu’s hand.
Under the cover of the monk's robe, he intertwined his fingers with her without changing his expression.
Shijiu couldn't help but chuckle.
There is nothing unworthy of her name, she is a person who does whatever she wants.
To kill or not to kill is just a matter of her thoughts...
Now, her only thought is that she has a little monk to make the decision for her...
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At three o'clock in the morning, the sun was setting over the western mountains, and the sky was completely dark.
Everything that happened in the Liu Jiajun military camp has come to an end.
"Brother Yuci, all the bat and turtle poisons have been removed from all the soldiers."
Watching the decoction being fed into the mouth of the last soldier, Xu Pusheng's face showed exhaustion .
"Ahem, cough, cough...thank you, Brother Pu Sheng."
Liu Yueci was so excited that he accidentally involved the internal injuries he had just suffered, and couldn't help but cough a few times.
While leaning against the little monk, he fell asleep for a long time and glanced at Liu Yueci with his eyes half-opened.
"Brother Yue Ci, you are injured, don't work too hard."
Seeing Liu Yueci's severe cough, Xu Pusheng turned around and wrote down a prescription for him and handed it to him. "Although the internal injuries are minor, they cannot be ignored, otherwise there will be some hidden diseases in the future, which will be more difficult to treat."
Looking at the prescription handed over by Xu Pusheng, Liu Yueci suddenly knelt down on one knee. The ground, hands clasped in fists.
(End of this chapter)