Fu Zhu absently flipped through the content at the back, which was full of unfamiliar names.
Sun Wuxi and Sun Yinshou of the Sun family, Concubine Chu of the Chu family, Yang Qingxu of the Yang family, You Lu of the You family... Shi Jiangjiang, Tao Ruoyu, Su Xianzhi...
There were so many names that she gradually couldn't recognize some words. Fu Zhu had some guesses in her heart, but she still stubbornly wanted an answer. She asked Wu Sheng, "What is this?"
There was a gleam of coldness in Wu Sheng's eyes. He lowered his eyes and his tone became very soft, "They are all people who participated in the interception and killing of A Niang."
"They are all descendants of Fang Waitian's wealthy family."
There are also some small families that are scattered and attached to them, countless, just like these tens of thousands of Hengsha.
Fu Zhu was so angry that his hands were shaking, and the slender finger joints were particularly obvious due to exertion and were slightly white.
She took a deep breath and asked calmly, "Why?"
How did Senior Sister offend them and have so many people surround her?
Moreover, these are all monks from Fang Waitian, not members of the demon clan...
Wu Sheng seemed a little silent, and after a while he said, "Because of me and the Demon King's Order."
In fact, there were many families who wanted to recruit A Niang at the beginning. They wanted the service of a sword immortal, and they also wanted the Demon King's Token.
But A Niang is unwilling to hand him over. Those monks who can't tolerate sand in their eyes and have an upright family will naturally use every possible means to remove the evil obstacles of the demon clan.
Wu Sheng had long seen the faces of these people. It was true that they wanted to kill him, and it was even more true that they wanted the Demon King's Order.
While saying that the demons are not tolerated in the world, and fearing that they would have anything to do with the demons, they are still thinking about the things belonging to the demons.
In contrast, Helian Hongzhuang is more sincere. She hates the demons and everything about them.
Even if he wants to find the Demon King's Order, he just wants to destroy it.
Fu Zhu shook his head, "It has nothing to do with you, Wu Sheng."
How can he, a young child with no cultivation, influence everyone? Just open one eye or close one eye and it will pass.
The world is so big that all things coexist, which is natural.
"They just use you as a raft to hunt down Senior Sister and find the Demon King's Token that can bring them benefits."
"Even without you, as long as Senior Sister doesn't hand over the Demon King's Order, they will find other excuses to hunt her down."
And there is only one piece of the Demon King's Token, who should it be given to?
Even if Senior Sister is handed over to one of these families, will they protect Senior Sister and Wu Sheng? It is self-evident what they will do in the face of conquests from other families.
Wu Sheng raised his eyes in confusion, lost in thought.
Is that really what she said?
It's those people who have ugly hearts and want to swallow the elephant, not because of his blood.
Wu Sheng tugged at Fu Zhu's sleeve, "When Wen Chen tore through space to pick me up, they were all seriously injured."
Fu Zhu slapped his hand away, "You should call me Master."
It was so rude, how could he call Master by his first name?
Wu Sheng pursed his lips, without any hesitation, and changed his words in a weak voice, "Master, he is also injured."
Fu Zhu had actually known about this for a long time. After Master returned from Fangwaitian, he went into retreat more and more often and for longer and longer periods.
He also sealed the demon bloodline for Wu Sheng, and his cultivation was on the verge of falling.
Fu Zhu knows it.
But Master hoped that she wouldn't notice, so she could only pretend to know nothing.
"What did you call Senior Brother?"
Fu Zhu asked suddenly. Wu Sheng was obviously caught off guard and was stunned. He turned away and whispered three words, "Yu Lanze."
Named and surnamed.
Fu Zhu laughed angrily, "Then you also call me by my first name and surname, instead of calling me uncle?"
This is natural.
Wu Sheng thought to himself, but did not say it out loud.
He could tell that Fu Zhu was in a bad mood now and would really beat him up.
When she was training at the foot of the mountain before, she actually beat him up a lot.
Fu Zhu didn't care about this matter. She remembered what Wu Sheng said, "Who is the most injured among them?"
Wu Sheng's eyes were puzzled, but he answered honestly, "Two brothers from the Sun family."
Sun Wuxi and Sun Yinshou.
Both of them were in the late stage of the Divine Transformation Realm. Even though they were protected by magic weapons, they were seriously injured. Now five or six years have passed, and they don't know whether they are dead or not.
Fu Zhu wrote down the names of the two people and activated the spirit gathering disk. She told Wu Sheng, "Protect the law for me."
Wu Sheng's heart skipped a beat, "What are you going to do?"
Fu Zhu smiled and said, "Send them a big gift."
Now that she has come to Fang Waitian, senior sister's grievances will naturally have to be settled one by one, and now it has only just begun.
Wu Sheng didn't understand what she was going to do, but when he saw that the talisman beads had fallen into trance and the spiritual energy gathered from the Spirit Gathering Pan was lingering around her, he didn't bother her anymore and just guarded the small courtyard vigilantly.
Sun Mansion.
The moon sets in the southwest, and the white wall reflects the slender bamboo shadows.
The maid gently put away the wine vessels and bottles on the stone table. Through the window, she saw that the young master had fallen asleep, and her movements became more careful.
There are two young masters in the house. The eldest son, Sun Wuxi, likes bamboos. The yard is full of green bamboos. He also likes wine. However, because he was injured a few years ago, he can only drink to enjoy himself. There is still more than half of the wine pot. of wine.
After the maid put away the wine vessels, she quietly withdrew.
The people in the house didn't seem to be sleeping peacefully. Maybe it was because of drinking that they had a rare dream.
Sun Wuxi walked along a waterless river. Just when he felt bored and wanted to turn back, water suddenly appeared in the river bed, and the noise was disturbing.
Sun Wuxi stopped, a snow-white shadow in his eyes becoming clearer and clearer, his back turned to him, his black hair dancing in the wind.
"Who are you?"
Sun Wuxi asked aloud, but the man didn't reply to him. He just stood like that. Sun Wuxi felt a little curious and walked closer to take a look.
A bit of cold light penetrated his eyes. He squinted his eyes, sensing danger, and drew his long sword to attack the enemy.
The woman's sword moves were fierce, but the more he looked at them, the more familiar they seemed. After a few moves, Sun Wuxi's eyes widened and she said in shock, "Tianyue?"
"No, she is already dead. So many people have seen it with their own eyes. Who are you? Why do you have the same sword skills as her?"
"Ah."
The clear and pure laughter is like a gust of wind that disperses as it passes.
Sun Wuxi could only see the woman's sarcastic eyes under the black mask, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised, but she couldn't see her face clearly.
The sword in his hand suddenly moved towards the mask on Fu Zhu's face, "I want to see who is pretending to be a ghost!"
Fu Zhu turned sideways slightly to avoid Sun Wuxi's sword, her wrist was hanging, and the tip of the sword pierced his chest, and bright red blood spurted out and touched her hand.
Warm.
It turns out that everyone’s blood is warm.
Even people like them.
Fu Zhu casually drew out his sword, threw it on the ground, and turned around to leave.
Sun Wuxi looked at her retreating figure with a splitting hair, and finally his eyes moved slightly and fell on the sword she stabbed herself with.
It was a piece of transparent ice, a sword made of ice.
The cold air dissipated, and the bloodshot eyes of Sun Wuxi became more and more obvious.
He was actually injured by an unknown woman with an ice sword.
Sun Wuxi was furious and spit out a mouthful of blood, which stained his sword.
In the small courtyard, Fu Zhu slowly opened his eyes, with traces of blood oozing from his mouth.
She raised her hand and wiped it as if nothing had happened. The soldiers who were watching in the dark ran back to report to Huo Li.
"General, there is nothing different between the two of them. It's just that something went wrong while the woman was practicing and she was injured."
(End of chapter)
