With this conversation, Fairy Yuheng's state of mind seemed to be bathing in the warm sunshine, and she became suddenly enlightened.
"Perhaps this is not sinking, but intoxication."
Fairy Yuheng thought silently.
Perdition is usually accompanied by depravity and a sense of guilt hidden in her heart; at this moment, her heart was wide open, and the young man seemed to be emitting a soft light, illuminating every corner of her heart.
In the courtyard.
The beautiful cook Gu Qingyan carried a basket full of needlework and walked to the hall and came to the bedroom.
"Ayan, close your eyes." In the bedroom, Tian Qi looked at Gu Qingyan and ordered softly.
Gu Qingyan's heart skipped a beat, and she vaguely understood what would happen next.
She closed her eyes obediently.
At this moment, she is still the cook, and she must listen to her master's words.
Uh-huh!
The purple figure flashed, turning one into nine, and nine purple figures suddenly appeared everywhere around Gu Qingyan.
"Not good." Gu Qingyan's heart skipped a beat, and before she had time to react, she felt that all the large acupoints around her body had been sealed by Ziying.
Her face turned pale and bloodless uncontrollably, and her heart was trembling violently.
"After Miss helps you regain your strength, there will be a period of weakness. For safety reasons, you need to be paralyzed for a period of time." Ziying leaned into Gu Qingyan's ear and whispered.
Gu Qingyan's face softened slightly, and she said in a trembling voice: "Miss Ziying, what are you talking about? I can't understand you."
Ziying curled her lips.
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. I just want to ask you, are you willing to help my lady?" Ziying stared into Gu Qingyan's eyes.
Gu Qingyan said quickly: "Miss Tian Qi is the wife of the master, and the wife of the slave. As long as the slave is useful, the slave is willing to do anything."
"Remember what you said at this moment." Ziying said softly.
"My slave is really willing to do anything for Miss Tian Qi." Gu Qingyan expressed her position repeatedly. She knew very well that this was the most critical time.
"Sister Zi, I want to believe her." Tian Qi whispered.
Ziying nodded, "I believe in your vision, Miss."
"..."
Gu Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief, and her heart beat faster.
It's approaching evening.
Li Su took the initiative to get up.
When I came to the courtyard, I practiced sword skills again.
It didn't take long.
Zuo Lin arrives.
The two of them left together without saying anything else.
This time, the two went further and killed a gangster who specialized in maiming beggars and making money from begging.
Li Su's murderous intention is very pure, in the name of hoeing the strong and supporting the weak, without any psychological burden.
Zuo Lin saw this.
In the next few days, he did not take Li Su directly to kill people, but first took Li Su to meet the victims.
Li Su's sword became more decisive and direct.
"No matter good or evil, only with a clear conscience can you wield the strongest sword." Professor Zuo Lin said.
Li Su nodded, "I think so too. Never hesitate to wield a sword. Treating the enemy with kindness is the same as treating yourself with cruelty."
"The reason you don't hesitate is because the people I ask you to kill these days are all heinous gangsters and bullies." Zuo Lin said calmly.
Li Sudu, indeed.
"If a good man blocks your way, will you still swing your sword decisively?" Zuo Lin asked.
"Yes." Li Su replied decisively.
Zuo Lin narrowed his eyes slightly. Is this kid so murderous?
"If you kill good people, don't you become villains?" Zuo Lin asked calmly.
Li Su looked at Zuo Lin and asked, "Do you think I am a good person now?"
Zuo Lin said calmly: "The good things are limited, and I don't have the guts to be bad."
"At least I'm not a bad person." Li Su hummed and said, "I'm not a bad person, why would a good person block my way?
A truly good person would never stand in my way.
If he dares to block my way, it means he is not a real good person.
Since he is not a good person, why can't he be killed? "
"What if he is a good person?" Zuo Lin asked.
Li Su asked, "Then why did he block my way?"
"I asked you to answer, not ask." Zuo Lin glared.
"Your question is too amateurish." Li Su complained, and then replied seriously, "You know my temperament, if I have a guilty conscience, I will turn around and run away.
If I have a clear conscience, why not kill everyone in the world? "
"If you have a clear conscience, why not slaughter everyone in the world..." Zuo Lin whispered, glanced at Chu Xiu, and continued to ask, "What if you find out afterwards that you killed the wrong person?"
"Why do you have to imagine things that didn't happen?" Li Su was speechless.
Zuo Lin said lightly: "Because you are not mature enough."
"If he is an old man and happens to have a beautiful daughter, I will help him take care of her daughter and give him some grandchildren."
"If he just got married, I would help him take good care of her."
"If he happens to have a good-looking sister, I will be his brother-in-law or brother-in-law."
"Is this a mature enough answer?"
Li Su sneered.
Zuo Lin's face turned dark, and he was not polite. He unsheathed the Xiuchun knife on his waist and struck Li Su with the blade.
Li Su reacted very quickly and immediately raised his knife to strike.
These days, the two often trade blows.
To be precise, it was Zuo Lin who fed Li Su the moves.
"This kid is really good at practicing swordsmanship." Zuo Lin continued to increase his strength and speed, and the angle of the sword became more and more tricky.
Although Li Su on the opposite side looked a little embarrassed, he was always very decisive in using the sword. Whether it was speed, strength, or the timing of the sword, it was just right.
…
Deep in Taihu Lake.
On the bow deck of the giant ship.
Sister and brother Wu Yao and Wu Fengyun were fighting around Wu Jian.
Wu Yao held a black soft whip; the weapon in Wu Fengyun's hand was a heavy sword half a foot long.
"Both speed and strength are not good." Wu Jian put his left hand behind his back and held a dark golden spear in his right hand. He easily blocked the joint attacks of Wu Yao and Wu Fengyun.
"It's dad, you are too strong." Wu Yao complained. As she spoke, the black soft whip in her hand rudely swung at Wu Jian's face.
Wu Jian just lightly shook the long spear in his hand, and the soft whip turned directly and whipped Wu Fengyun.
"If you fail, you must first look for reasons from yourself." Wu Jian said calmly.
Wu Fengyun remained silent, his expression focused and stern, and he kept swinging the heavy sword, but it could not enter Wu Jian's body at all.
On the other hand, my sister Wu Yao's soft whip would strike unexpectedly from time to time, making it hard to guard against.
"There is nothing to say about losing to dad." Wu Yao stabilized her soft whip and continued to attack Wu Jian, "But my brother must not lose to that brat."
Whenever she thinks of Li Su, Wu Yao will be so angry that her teeth itch.
There was a hint of depression on Wu Fengyun's stern face.
In two consecutive battles with Li Su, he failed to show his true strength, which made him extremely frustrated.
"With this level of fighting power, even if we fight again, we will still be completely defeated." Wu Jian said coldly, and gently picked up the long sword in his hand. Wu Fengyun's right hand hurt, and the heavy sword fell from his hand and hit the deck heavily.
Wu Yao stopped, with a flash of distress in his eyes.
"Your foundation is not good enough." Wu Jian said bluntly.
Wu Fengyun had a sullen face and said nothing.
"Under normal circumstances, my brother is definitely capable of fighting." Wu Yao was unconvinced, "As for me, that brat is even less capable."
"The reality is that you all lost." Wu Jian said lightly, "Especially Fengyun, he lost twice."
Wu Fengyun's face turned stiff and he clenched his fists.
"Father, do you really think that your younger brother is no match for him?" Wu Yao stared at his father Wu Jian with a serious look on his face.
Wu Fengyun's heart beat a little faster, and while he remained silent, he secretly pricked up his ears.
