Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/   The latest work of Xiangnan Xiaoxiaosheng! Everyone looked in the direction pointed by Wutian. Under the faint moonlight, you could vaguely see that the grass was already covered with centipedes and poisonous insects, and even some poisonous snakes were mixed in it.

Look at this attitude, Wang Bingjin is probably attracting all the snakes, insects, rats and ants in Chenzhou.

I'm so obedient, so many poisonous insects! Tianhong couldn't help but sigh in a low voice.

"Yes, there are more people in Longtou Mountain that night!" I also whispered.

"Longtou Mountain?"

"Yiyang, I remembered that on Longtou Mountain, don't all those poisonous snakes retreat to you?"

Tianhong exclaimed as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Yes, because I have Zhuyu Xiaomujian, they dare not approach me!"

I responded blankly.

"Yiyang, your Zhuyou Xiaomu Sword, is it the one passed down by your grandfather Bai Ren?" Wuyuan asked urgently.

"That's right, what's wrong?" I looked at Wuyuan in confusion.

"You lend me the sword to use, I'll kill the old golden head!"

no!

"I don't know if this sword is effective for these poisonous insects. If you rush out rashly, you may not go back!"

I refused without hesitation.

"But if you don't try it, everyone else except you will die!" Wuyuan's tone became a little quick.

This made me feel a little uneasy, wondering whether to lend him Zhuyou Demon-Suppressing Xiaomu Sword.

Just when I was struggling, Wang Dingkun, the little ghost in black, suddenly said, "Don't fight, I'll go!"

you!!!

Wutian and Yubing couldn't help but exclaim in unison.

Maybe we didn't expect Wang Dingkun to volunteer, after all, this is a feud between father and son.

"This is my father and I. Since it is caused by me, I should solve it. I am a ghost. Those poisonous insects have no effect on me, so I am the best candidate!"

Wang Dingkun responded without changing his expression, and his tender face was now full of perseverance.

"But we can't watch you, father and son fight each other!"

I tried to stop him again.

Wang Dingkun smiled at me sideways and asked back, "If we father and son do not slaughter each other, then the ones who are slaughtered tonight will be you innocent outsiders!"

After saying that, he glanced at the crowd of people with heavy casualties in the pavilion and floated outside the pavilion without hesitation.

Without waiting for the trouble, he had already floated in the air in front of the old golden head, shouting with great pain: "Father, stop, Ruomei is dead, Wang Qingkun is still alive, what else do you want to do?"

Hearing this, the old golden head slowly put down the flute in his hand, sneered, and gritted his teeth and said, "I want these people to be buried with me!"

"You have committed so many sins, don't kill anyone anymore!" Wang Dingkun advised him kindly again.

"Since you have committed so many sins, I will accept it even if you add a few more lives!" The old golden head said stubbornly.

"But……"

"Stop being unfair. I think about the relationship between you, my father and son, and I can spare your life. If you know the truth, you will leave this place of trouble quickly."

"If you turn your elbows out again, don't blame me for using the talisman paper to deal with you!"

The old golden head coldly interrupted Wang Dingkun's persuasion and threatened him.

This old golden head probably had a red eye, but he didn't even take his own son seriously.

When the little devil in black heard this, a chill came in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Lao Jintou even ignored the relationship between father and son. Is this person still his own father?

This is simply a puppet controlled by hatred.

If that is the case, wouldn’t it be a disaster to keep him in the world?

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Dingkun silently recited the spell, and at the same time stretched out his pale arms and grabbed the grass in the void. Suddenly, seven or eight poisonous insects and centipedes were sucked into the air by him.

Wang Dingkun looked at Lao Jintou again with a look of pain, and saw that there was no trace of regret in his blood-red eyes.

No longer hesitated, he waved his little hand in the air at Lao Jin's head, and seven or eight poisonous insects and centipedes immediately flew towards the rockery where Lao Jin's head was as if they were controlled by an invisible big hand.

Because the night was too dark and the old golden head was determined to take revenge, he did not expect Wang Dingkun to attack him.

So I didn't notice the poisonous insects flying towards me for a while.

When he felt the danger, the poisonous insects had already flew in front of him and bit him like a gangrene attached to the bone.

Lao Jintou thought and immediately raised his steps and hid to the side.

However, he seemed to have forgotten that he was on the rockery at this moment.

This dodging effort has already stepped on the edge of the stone.

A center of gravity was unstable and fell off the stone immediately.

What awaits him below are naturally thousands of poisonous insects and rats.

Originally, those groups of poisonous insects were rushing into the pavilion where we lived.

However, with the sound of the phoenix's flute, I only dared to cruise outside the pavilion for a while, but I didn't dare to take a step forward.

In addition, I have the little wooden sword of Zhuyou Demon Subduing Demon, so the poisonous insects are even more afraid to step forward.

Now that I saw objects falling from the rockery, the already moving poisonous insects immediately rushed towards the rockery.

Poor old golden head, just now, tried to bite us with poisonous insects.

As a result, he fell into the pile of insects. After landing, he didn't even have time to react. He immediately had poisonous insects wrapped around his body, rushing to bite every skin in his body.

For a moment, the screams of "ah ah ah" on the rockery were endless, and even the people hiding in the pavilion were shocked by the screams.

After a while of wailing, the old golden head's voice gradually stopped and finally disappeared completely. It was expected that he had already died.

When I was a child, I often heard the elderly in the village say the cycle of cause and effect. I didn’t understand what this meant before.

But at this moment I really realized the truth.

Lao Jintou worked hard all his life, but when he was about to die, he died tragically in the trap he designed.

All living beings do not know that there is cause and effect, but how can they forgive whoever?

All of this is probably fate.

The black-clad ghost Wang Dingkun floated in the air with a look of pain. Seeing his father's golden head being eaten by the poison, he was determined to rescue him, but he was no longer as long as possible.

Even if he could be rescued, the old golden-headed flesh had been bitten away. It would be better to die than to live like this.

Wang Dingkun didn't dare to see the tragic situation again, so he gritted his teeth and floated back into the pavilion in the air.

After he landed, I immediately came up to ask: "Your father..."

"It has been bitten into a bone!" Wang Dingkun responded sadly.

"ah……"

I couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice. App Android, Apple's dedicated version, say goodbye to all advertisements, enter download and install
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