The word-binding rope wandered uncertainly, snaking in the air, and quietly bound Mo Yun's arms. Although it is exquisite and clear, the coldness inside is extremely awe-inspiring. Mo Yun was already possessed by ice poison, and the cold air in his body was already contained and about to be released. At this time, it was entangled by the cold cord, and the blood redness in his eyes immediately faded by two or three points, and the whole body His strength was weakening like an ebbing tide, and he was getting worse. Yang Fu was already extremely good at Qinggong and Kung Fu. As a result, Mo Yun's ability in close combat was useless. When he would be defeated, it would only depend on what Yang Fu was thinking.
After brushing away the messy alchemist's clothes and smoothing out the wrinkles carefully, Yang Fu took some time to clean up. He looked at the miserable woman in front of him and smiled slightly. The smile was extremely weird: "I see, how could you have such arrogant strength? At the door Although those two people are slack, their realm cultivation is real. How could they not stop a woman in ordinary times? It turns out that you and I, the Ice Gu, have a very good compatibility, and for some reason, we have regained a third of our sanity, so we are so tyrannical. With your physical strength and skill, I really want to save you from Mr. Zhang and keep you as a Gu master, which can be regarded as a bonus for this trip."
Yang Fu was naturally very happy, but he had been negligent before. Gu worms are vicious and cruel, and it is difficult for ordinary people to resist them. Counting the days, Mo Yun has been in the body of the worms for a long time, but he can sustain it until now. Different from ordinary people, he is indeed an excellent body suitable for the worms to take root and grow. Of course, he is right now. Got an idea. If the young master agrees, that's fine. If he doesn't, just wait until he gets tired of playing with it. Such a decision is not because Yang Fu thinks he is groveling, but because as his master, he really does not need to care too much about others. However, it is always right to be more careful when going out. The sky is high and the road is far. If you really offend someone, you will have to pay attention to it. People are jealous, even if the master is not as capable as the ancient immortals, he can't save him.
Yang Fu moved the binding rope and Mo Yun to the lake surface, stepped on the water, stood lightly on the lotus leaf, held the cloth bag in his hand, and said jokingly to Mo Yun, "You said you are the same, but your husband is no better." You are the lowest actor in the countryside. Despite the great pain of being poisoned by poisonous insects, you still want to cling to your husband. Why not come to the Zhang Mansion and enjoy a few years of happiness? If you serve him well, you may not be able to return him. If you can get some rewards, let alone worry-free for the rest of your life, you can always be much better than your current situation, so why bother?"
As if his luck had been too strong just now, the alchemist was a little tired and sat cross-legged on the lotus leaf. The lotus leaf fluttered and splashed with three or two splashes of water. It is unimaginable that the person sitting cross-legged on the lotus at this time is not a red-headed thrush, but a thin young alchemist, neatly dressed but with a frivolous face.
After sitting firmly, Yang Fu continued: "What I said is true. Although it is not a gentleman's behavior to persuade others to abandon their husbands, after all, everything in this world has to be judged. If you insist on resisting Mr. Zhang, I don't need to tell you what will happen. How about you?" Obediently offer the meat shell. If Mr. Zhang is not happy enough to be included in the room, I won’t be able to ask for it from him. Naturally, you won’t have to endure the pain of being bitten by thousands of insects. It’s the best of both worlds. As for your husband, at this high level In the eyes of the door, he is actually just a toothless old dog on the roadside. Apart from crying and howling, he has little potential."
"There are some things that cannot be decided by the Yamen alone."
Just when Yang Fu said the words "toothless old dog", the woman suddenly stopped struggling, but raised her scarlet eyes and stared at the former with clenched teeth. The sky became brighter, and Mo Yun, who had seven orifices stained with blood, gradually became clearer. Yang Fu admitted that this woman was indeed very beautiful. Even though her body was in tatters and her face was stained with blood, she still had some aura that made me feel pity for her. However, what the woman did next caught him somewhat unexpectedly.
There are many exotic flowers and trees in Zhang Mansion, which have always been praised by people. Some literati even came to visit specifically in order to leave a few calligraphy paintings in the corners of the courtyard wall of Zhang Mansion, hoping that the master of the mansion would personally praise it. But Mr. Zhang is not a talkative master. Regarding the inscription, since an old scholar had his limbs broken and was thrown out of the hospital, no one has dared to trouble him.
Among the flowers and trees, there is a relatively unique kind. According to rumors, it was transported from Dongzhou Dayuanbu, and few people know about it. This tree is called Jiuhua Branch, and it is more than two feet tall. It has nine golden branches from tip to root. When the wind blows the branches, it is indeed the most beautiful tree. However, this tree is extremely difficult to survive. Twelve Jiuhua trees purchased with a lot of money were only able to survive as a single seedling. This Jiuhua branch is very strange. Every summer, several green fruits will condense on the branches. Although they look gorgeous, they are so sour that they cannot be swallowed. When the fruits are ripe, they will explode in the wind. , making a crisp and exciting sound, like spring water splashing, it is really nice to hear.
Especially this single seedling in the Zhangfu Garden, which was nourished by something unknown, now looks even stronger than the Jiuhua Branch that survives in the countryside. At this moment, the green fruits are fluttering in the wind, and the green fruits are forgotten and wet, which has a rather exotic taste.
While Yang Fu was sizing up the woman, a breeze happened to float, and the nine-flower branches burst in the wind, making an ethereal and sweet sound.
At the same time, Yang Fu was stepped hard on the throat by the woman's toes. The force was extremely strong. In addition, Yang Fu was not aware of it yet and his inner energy was loose. Under the kick, his throat could not help but feel fishy and sweet, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. He fell to the ground. Sit on the ground. Yang Fu was injured, and the rope he controlled turned into ordinary dew. He could no longer maintain his original form, let alone trap Mo Yun now.
And Mo Yun's condition wasn't much better. The bleeding in his seven orifices, which had barely been stopped, was showing signs of collapse.
Yang Fu covered the injured part of his throat, his eyes widened in horror. He couldn't figure it out. It was obvious that Mo Yun's arms were tightly trapped by the rope. No one knew better than him how strong the rope was. How can a woman who has been possessed by a poison at the end of her fight break free?
"Why did you get out of trouble!" Yang Fu's throat was seriously injured, and his voice was extremely hoarse at this moment, like a hole leaking air, and he no longer regained the free and easy mood he had just before. Mo Yun didn't say anything, and barely stood on the edge of the pavilion, with murderous intent in his eyes.
Only then did Yang Fu, who was opposite him, see clearly that the woman's arms were already limp hanging on both sides of her body, unable to carry any strength, and her eyes were even more horrifying. He has seen a lot of ruthless people, but he is so determined, enduring the ravages of poison, and still being able to score twelve points by breaking his arms from his shoulders with the help of the sound of exploding green fruits when he was at a disadvantage. The powerful kick left him no time to think about it, and he just broke the rope.
"Incredible." On the high platform on the left side of Zhang Mansion, a handsome young man looked at Mo Yun's back with a smile. Finally, he smacked his lips and muttered to himself with some pity: "How can I be hurt so badly? This really makes my heart aching. They are all trembling." Zhang Qing never glanced in the direction of Yang Fu.
