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"you--"

Ms. Yuan's voice was hoarse and harsh, with a hint of fear.

Yes, fear.

She found that Jimo Qiu reached out to her eyebrows and saw that something deep in her soul was gently touched. Even if she tried her best to restrain herself from thinking about it, all memories of the arrow of time still flashed rapidly in her mind. Some small details were even ignored, and the reading speed became faster and faster as time went by.

This uncontrollable sense of humiliation and powerlessness reminded her of the day when she was bought by Yuan. The sarcastic old woman carried her to wash up like a chicken. Her eyes were full of contempt and her face was full of impatientness. The force of rubbing her hands was almost scraping off a layer of flesh. She couldn't forget the other person's eyes. She was not looking at people, but looking at a worthless beast.

She took charge of Yuan and dealt with the old woman with the same means as soon as possible. Unfortunately, the old woman was old and washed off the iron wire ball, and strands of yellowed human flesh were floating on the blood of the wooden barrel.

The powerlessness at this time is even better than that in the past.

Her throat made a horrible sound like a broken box, trying to mobilize all her strength, holding Jimo Qiu's hand with her thin hands. She didn't notice ripples in her eyes, and her eyebrows seemed to be covered by hazy mountain mist: "I don't want to accidentally peek at the secret of the female, but there is a saying that she doesn't want to say goodbye to the female's experience - although the female's experience is worthy of sympathy, but she has a wrong and has a debt, so why bother to abuse her life?"

Why does Gongxiqiu never give birth to inner demons because of killing?

Because the clan is obeyed by the destiny.

Killing and survival are one of the rules of heaven and earth.

As the high priest Jimo Qiu practiced these things thoroughly. Although he was gentle on the surface, he had a gentle temperament, and had a much less blood debt in his hands than Gongxi Qiu, he also did not think from the bottom of his heart that there was anything wrong with him depriving other living beings of life.

It is not wrong to follow the will of heaven.

Killing without trauma is the source of evil.

Because the content of Yuan Nujun's association was also active in his mind, Jimo Qiu inevitably took a few glances. The amount of information in these few glances was very visually impactful - the human sebaceous fat floating on the turbid water surface, the internal organs and meat sauce hanging on the iron wire ball, and only a little flesh and bones left, and the hideous and twisted old face...

The pain this person suffered far greater than that of Lingchi.

Lingchi said it was 3,600 knives, but in fact, he would suffer from dozens or hundreds of knives and die of excessive blood loss. It is impossible for the real film to be filled with so many films. However, the old woman in the picture is different. Her right hand was fixed tightly on the edge of the wooden barrel by a thick rope, and the palm of her thin chicken feet was held by the white soft horn that appeared in her sight. The soft horn owner was constantly conveying pure martial arts to the old woman.

It was also this martial arts who forced the old woman to be punished until she died.

Ms. Yuan's eyes were bloodshot and could not listen to outsiders' fingers.

"How can you know my hatred if you are not me?"

The young man took back his hand and the content he wanted had been obtained.

"Hate is not the gold medal for avoiding death that you are rampant and against the will of heaven." The young man's eyebrows and eyes seemed to have a god's compassion, and even if he witnessed such an eye-catching picture, he would not be angry. "You died because of me today, and your inheritance is ruined because of me. If I owe you a cause and effect, don't worry, I will find a disciple with good character and talent for you, and you will not let you regret it."

The already outrageous anger of Ms. Yuan continued to lose control.

She had no idea where she got the strength, and her thin hands grabbed Jimoqiu's arm tightly, and her nails almost fell into the young man's flesh.

"What is 'good talent in mind, character, character and talent'?"

The sound echoed over the battlefield, like the demon cried blood.

Although Mum Yuan hated that she was unlucky and had this special bloodline, she was bullied by mermaid meat, she was even more proud that she had this luck and could transform from a prey to a hunter. She had seen too many mediocre and ordinary people being sucked by bones and marrow.

In troubled times, if you don’t have the strength, you can only be a menu.

It is not rare for a few bites to stew in one pot.

Jimo Qiu's words directly hit her thunder point.

Gu Chi and others took a deep breath and became a little more afraid of Jimo Qiu's attitude. It would be impossible not to be afraid. The high priest looked gentle, harmless and without any edges. Who knew that his mouth was so owed. There were only three things. He stimulated the Ms. Yuan with words one after another, forcing the other party to the point of death. Everyone was about to die, and he was still chasing and killing him.

He scolds the other person for being a bad person, bad character, and low talent.

If they were Yuan Nujun and Jimo Qiu was so mentally ill, this hatred would probably not be washed away even if they had ten bowls of Mengpo soup.

Jimo Qiu looked puzzled: "Tell the truth."

Yuan Nujun's expression was even more ferocious and distorted.

Jimo Qiu could even hear the sound of the other party gritting his teeth.

"... Qi hurts the liver. The lady had spontaneously burned the Dan Mansion and forced her life to draw the bow. Her meridians were as fragile as paper. If she was not careful, her qi and blood might flow backwards..." Yuan's state was already exhausted. If she calmed down, she could live a little longer. If she continued to get angry, she might die suddenly. Jimo Qiu only wanted to win, and she didn't necessarily have to die. He was in harmony with his words and deeds. He persuaded him like this, and in his actions, he waved his sleeves and brought him a gentle mountain wind to wrap around Yuan's side, and sent the other party back to the stone castle safely.

Until his feet landed on the ground, Ms. Yuan was still confused.

After coming back to his senses, his anger made a comeback.

She stood up on the ground with trembling hands, but her body did not allow her to do so. She fell to the ground halfway through, vomiting a large mouthful of blood, and splashing blood on the ground. Her heart kept coming from the chest and heart, and her brain seemed to be constantly hit by someone with a hammer. Her eyes looked at the object black and white: "What, how dare you be so badly insult me ​​- how dare you be so badly insult me!"

Everyone else was watching coldly.

Only the mage sighed lightly and raised his hand to put it on her vest.

As soon as the martial arts entered the meridians, she knew that she had already exhausted her oil and had only ashes left in the Dan Mansion, and the meridians around her body were also broken and broken. She was dead today: "Why should you do this, the lady?"

The Central Allied Forces kidnapped them to fight with their favors. Isn’t it enough to work but not work hard? The world is so big that they can have a big life? Other old foxes either wait and see or fish. Those who really work hard must fill their lives. Why bother?

Where can Ms. Yuan listen to these words?

The mage saw a ray of blood and tears flowing from the corner of her eyes and immediately shut up.

Having said that, the young man opposite was really too vicious. He really stepped on him wherever he hurt, and he even stepped on him. If his opponent was not Gongyang Yongye but Jimo Qiu, the master felt that his years of cultivation would collapse.

He murmured the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

As he said that, he sat cross-legged.

He was twisting the Buddhist beads and was about to recite the mantra of rebirth in the Pure Land for Ms. Yuan several times. In fact, as a monk, he did not believe that there were indeed past and present lives in the world, nor did he believe in any reliance. He just recited too much and could calm down his mind, and he was just used as comfort.

I just twisted a Buddhist bead and opened my eyes helplessly.

"The baby on the opposite side is really cruel, killing people and heartbroken."

Don't ask him why he said that, because he just felt a very familiar wave of the arrows of time appeared between heaven and earth. It is known that the only successor of the arrows of time in the world, Ms. Yuan, the only successor of the arrows of time, is here. He is so angry that this wave naturally cannot be caused by her. Then, the answer is obvious-

Above the sky, the decorations of young men in military uniforms fly with the wind.

A hole was cracked above him, and a phantom that could almost step on the ground and the sky above his head was revealed. The phantom was wearing a gorgeous robe, holding a bow in one hand and plucking the strings in the other.

It is completely synchronized with Jimo Qiu's actions.

The bowstring can see the full moon and the tides are rising and falling.

The full moon penetrated into the long arrows and pointed directly into the stone fort.

The mage and others: "..."

Ms. Yuan widened her eyes and looked at the scene in the sky for a moment. She couldn't believe that this arrow would be seen from others. The unreachable life was a hook that others said casually. How did she face it and how did she believe it?

"impossible!"

"This is impossible!"

She screamed and hugged her head, her voice harsh and sharp.

Until it came to an abrupt end at the peak of the peak, her eyes wide open, and she died with her eyes open. And just as she died, Jimo Qiu also opened her thin lips lightly, and the young man said gently and politely: "Please give me advice."

The phantom behind him also released the bowstring.

The arrows left the strings, silent.

A buzzing sound forced the sound of the entire battlefield.

The wind stops, the clouds disperse, and the sky light breaks through a thread.

The light fell behind him through the giant's phantom, coated with a layer of hazy and lush light. Just looking at this scene, I thought that a god had landed on earth, but as a person facing the young man, the mage and others clearly felt the lethality contained in this arrow.

Intuition told them that this arrow was not directed at the stone fort guards, but was entirely aimed at the likes of them. If they could not be held, they would die! The unprecedented threat of death stimulated everyone's spiritual cover! They immediately did not dare to continue watching from the wall.

Everyone, including the mage, took action together.

"You dare to show off your grandfather!"

More than a dozen rays of various colors rushed straight from the direction of the stone castle.

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Luo San blocked two of the lights when he made a move.

He shouted, "I'm still distracted? The one who killed you is here!"

The thick sound waves shocked everyone's spiritual platform to clear the light.

Jimo Qiu was also among them. He opened his eyes again and saw the rapidly approaching enemy. He waved his hand and waved to bring in thick fog mountain mist, condensed the gas and turned into a spear, and the spear came out like a dragon. He flashed, and saw a dragon-shaped red light shining in the sky, and a shot hit the stone castle.

What to calm down?

Why keep calm?

He is very popular now!

"You are bullying me like this?" The young man's calm voice was filled with a bit of undetectable grievance. He was indeed very wrong today. It was obvious that he was not wrong, but "He" couldn't stand his good deeds. He tore his paper apart twice, and still talked about the king's law?

The mage who was hiding behind almost sprained his ankle.

What does "blaming him" mean?

Should he listen to what he said?

Isn't he bullying others from beginning to end?

The fat and white master tightened his monk's robe and sighed and muttered: "I have done my best and I am worthy of my benefactor."
To be continued...