Several guards paused. Could it be that they were discovered?
Immediately, someone put his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, and the guard at the end, who was the leader, stopped him softly: "It's okay!"
Then he turned around, saluted Chi Meng and asked, "What other instructions does the saint have?"
"Why are there still live insects in this dish? Is this the delicacy you prepared for this saint?"
Chi Meng asked in a deep voice, his beautiful eyes staring straight at the guard like cold stars.
Hearing this, the leading guard suddenly felt relieved. It turned out that he had not been discovered. Then he turned slightly and glared at his companions behind him. In his opinion, these people must have accidentally let the bugs get in.
"We have neglected our duties, please punish the saint!"
The leading guard immediately knelt down on one knee to apologize, and the other guards also knelt down in the same manner.
Chi Meng's eyes moved slightly and he waved his hand: "Forget it, just take this dish away!"
"yes!"
Seeing that Chi Meng didn't pursue the case, the leading guard didn't think much. He responded and walked towards Chi Meng.
When he came to the side and was about to take away the plate of food, Chi Meng suddenly became angry. The scimitar at his waist was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed across it. In just the blink of an eye, it had already fallen on the guard's hand. on the neck.
The blade was close to the skin on his neck, gently making a slight indentation. With just one stroke of Chi Meng's hand, he could easily slit the carotid artery of the guard and kill him.
Only when the guard came to his senses did he realize that his life and death was now in Chi Meng's hands. The slight pressure on his neck seemed to be immersing strands of icy coldness into his spinal cord, freezing all the muscles in his body, making him His whole body was stiff and he didn't dare to make the slightest move.
Seeing that their companions were being held hostage, the kneeling guards in the meeting hall immediately jumped up. With several crisp sounds of "Clang, Cang, Cang...", they all drew their swords and pointed at Chi Meng.
The guards at the door of the council hall heard the sound of drawing swords and realized something was wrong, so they rushed into the council hall with their swords drawn.
The guard who was held hostage by Chi Meng suddenly had cold sweat on his forehead, and felt a chill in his heart. If he made a move at this time, he would definitely die. He quickly raised his stiff hands to stop his companions who were about to rush forward.
But when I thought that this was Jiuli Village, and all of them were their people, I suddenly felt calm in my heart, stabilized my mind, and said in a deep voice: "What does the saint mean?"
"Why poison the food?"
Chi Meng, however, had no thought or explanation. He pressed the scimitar gently, and the blade instantly broke the skin on the guard's neck, and a trace of blood immediately leached out.
Chi Meng was in a state of shock, anger and fear. If it weren't for the fact that she had learned a lot of voodoo techniques during this period of time in order to deal with the voodoo bastard, she really wouldn't have noticed this dish. It was poisoned.
Seeing that the matter had been exposed, the kidnapped guard's thoughts were racing, looking for a way to escape in his mind.
But Chi Meng did not intend to give him too much time to think. He pressed the guard's shoulder with one hand and kicked the guard's knee hard. The guard's already stiff muscles suddenly softened and he knelt down. on the ground.
Chi Meng let go of the guard's shoulders and grabbed the guard's head. He pressed the scimitar in his hand again and scolded: "Tell me, why do you want to poison?"
Feeling that the sharp blade had been embedded in his neck, and the crisis of death enveloped his heart, the guard suddenly became confused and begged for mercy in a panic: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, it was the leader of the village who asked me to do it. I don’t know anything, I don’t know anything, wuwuwu..."
Hearing this, Chi Meng knew that there was no need to listen anymore. Incomprehensible anger surged into his heart. He covered the guard's mouth and slashed hard with the scimitar in his hand. The guard's blood suddenly broke out from the cut. It sprayed out from the carotid artery, and Chi Meng, who did not dodge, was naturally the first to bear the brunt and was doused in the water.
The silver blade, the jade hand, the exposed long legs, the purple tight dress, and the delicate face were all stained with traces of blood, or pools of blood splashed on the scimitar. On the hands, legs, clothes, or hanging in the shape of water droplets on the face.
The blood in the arteries was extraordinarily bright red, and Chi Meng's whole body was like a flower blooming in the blood, extraordinarily beautiful and charming.
Those beautiful purple eyes were full of anger and ferocity, and the blood drops hanging at the corners of the eyes were like tear moles dotted with the purest cinnabar in the world, making Chi Meng look both beautiful and extraordinarily coquettish.
I don't know if it is because she is too cute and beautiful that the head of Jiuli Village and these guards seem to have forgotten that although she is a saint, she is also the saint of Ten Thousand Poison Cave. She is even called a little witch when she walks in the Central Plains.
There was an extraordinary silence in the meeting hall, you could hear a pin drop, everyone seemed to be shocked by this scene.
Chi Meng kicked the dying guard down, raised his hand and swung the scimitar downwards, and a string of blood beads turned into a blood line and slashed to the ground, which was particularly horrifying.
"She killed Ateng, kill her!"
One of the guards raised his arms and shouted, and immediately the other guards responded: "Kill her, kill her!"
"hey-hey!"
Suddenly, the man in black robes holding the cane stood up, turned slightly, stood in front of Chi Meng, and faced the guards. He raised his hand and gently pulled the brim of his hood. He lowered his head slightly, revealing the Twelve Dongs on his arms. Come tattoo.
The leader of Jiuli Village had a loud voice, so the guards outside could hear some of what was discussed in the meeting hall about the Twelve Cave.
The guards who shouted that they wanted to kill Chi Meng suddenly stopped talking and looked around. You looked at me, I looked at you, and they were a little at a loss for a while.
This is the Twelve Cave, the legendary Twelve Cave. Facing the legendary characters, I feel a little panicked.
Only one guard did not panic. He was the guard guarding the door. He rushed in after hearing the sound of drawing a knife. His eyes widened and he stared at the lifeless person in the pool of blood on the ground. That was him. brother.
Just today, before this bullshit saint came, his brother said that he would get him a wife. He still clearly remembered his brother's voice, expression, and movements when he talked to him.
Just now, he saw his brother bringing people in with food.
But now, just for a moment, his brother died. His neck was like a river with a dam opened, and blood flowed out, turning into a pool of blood on the ground, getting bigger and bigger. big.
Unknowingly, there was only blood red in his sight. He raised his head, stared at the man in black robe with a pair of bloodshot eyes, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Come on, bullshit Twelve Cave, we are like this How many people are still afraid of him?”
Immediately, he took the lead and rushed towards the man in black robe holding the cane with his sword raised.
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