Song Wan'er laughed awkwardly, and her hands gradually took off the orange clothes, revealing the head of the big black mouse.
"I am not very sure……"
Dong Yiyi frowned, and Shen Yunyang looked at her in shock, and asked directly: "Aren't you from the Eastern Region? The most famous ones in the Eastern Region are weapon refining and formations. You Don’t you understand the use of the Formation Eye? This is the most basic knowledge.”
Jiang Su's eyes flashed, and his mind turned a thousand times. He seemed to suddenly remember something, and said quietly from the side: "Miss Song's accent is not like that of people from the Eastern Region... I participated in an event in the inner city of Zhongdu a few days ago. At the wedding banquet, the bride under the red hijab is also named Song Wan'er, and she has the same name as Miss Song, what a coincidence."
She only said what a coincidence, not guessing, and led others to their own imagination.
Song Wan'er never thought that her true identity would be revealed by a completely unknown immortal. In her impression, the Eastern Region was already a far away place. It was a place she would never reach in this life.
Song Wan'er hesitated, her face turned pale, and she almost wanted to speak.
Dong Yiyi and Shen Yunyang heard Jiang Su's words. Naturally, I figured out part of the plot.
It turns out that she is a young lady from a wealthy family in Zhongdu. No wonder her cultivation is so bad.
"The most urgent thing is to leave here first, and then we can talk about other things later." Dong Yiyi made the decision first, suddenly lifted up the orange clothes covering the big black mouse, and stabbed it with a sword.
She made no preparations for anyone.
Suddenly, a white light appeared. The dungeon turned into waste in an instant, and all the surrounding walls collapsed.
The monks nearby immediately realized that the formation was broken, and they all calmed down and held their breath, and the spiritual energy around their bodies surged toward everyone's spiritual orifices.
"The formation is broken! Hahahahahaha, why do we need to avoid fighting! Come on, when I recover my strength, I will demolish this dungeon and the city lord's mansion!"
A monk's voice was rough, and his heroic words resounded throughout the ruins that were on the verge of collapse.
Green spiritual energy gathered around him to form a vortex as high as one person, surrounding him. He felt the spiritual energy surrounding him, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"The evil-breaking stick!"
All their magic weapons were taken away, and now they have regained their spiritual power. When they summoned them, the magic weapons actually burst out from under the dungeon where they were previously.
This man holds a long staff and cuts through the wind and dust.
Other monks also absorbed the spiritual energy in the air, and the magical weapons buried underground flew out of the ground like bamboo shoots after a rain. Broken iron bars, sunken stone ground.
At this moment, Jiang Su felt an inexplicable throbbing in her heart, and her heartbeat and pulse were beating violently.
How could he be so uneasy when he was obviously facing a scene where many monks were regaining their spiritual power and full of vitality?
"What's going on...did I forget something?"
The girl in green was dodging the falling stones, puzzled.
Dong Yiyi did not return to the ground immediately, she was rushing towards the first dungeon.
"Susu! Come and help me! The dungeon in front is full of ordinary people!!! Now that the dungeon has collapsed, they may not be able to escape!"
Dong Yiyi had an anxious look on his face, and without saying a word, he opened the two iron gates on the left and right that were still sealed with one blow of his sword.
She said to the familiar old woman inside: "Let's go quickly. If you don't want to run, just hold on to the yellow talisman I put in your hand!"
Her voice was unusually high-pitched, and the warm winter breeze blew.
The old woman felt the earth shaking. She accurately opened her eyelid this time and looked feebly at the sword-wielding immortal in white.
The voice was old and helpless: "You go, we can't leave..."
Dong Yiyi said anxiously: "Why can't I leave! Either hold on to me and I will take you away, or hold on to the yellow talisman!"
Obviously as long as she wants, she can leave in an instant!
The old woman tried her best and pushed away Dong Yiyi's extended hand tremblingly. Her helplessness turned into disgust, and she spat on Dong Yiyi's body.
"Hey, don't touch me. We will die here because you collapsed the dungeon. Now that our home is gone, what's the point of living for us!"
Dong Yiyi stared blankly at his hand that was pushed away, and there was a sticky white liquid stuck to the hem of his clothes. She glanced at the old woman again with a solemn expression.
The old woman's eyes were filled with disgust and no pretense.
This old woman has no pretense, she really hates monks...
Jiang Su hurriedly caught up with Dong Yiyi, and she heard the conversation between this man and the young senior sister.
Without any extra movement, the girl grabbed Dong Yiyi's arm, blocked the young senior sister's sight with her own body, and led her straight to the entrance of the dungeon.
"Senior sister, don't worry about it." Jiang Su took Dong Yiyi's fingertips and kneaded, and her white clothes took on a new look.
Dong Yiyi gritted her teeth and did not look back after hearing this, letting Jiang Su take her away. The first lesson of a monk's training is to learn how to clean up the snow in front of one's own door. She, Dong Yiyi, will soon seek her own death.
Jiang Su's expression was cold, his almond-shaped eyes were slightly larger than usual when he was lazy, and his pupils were particularly hollow. As his eyelids stiffened, his eyes were slightly red.
She didn't mean to cry...she was furious.
"Hee hee, how dare they do this to my little senior sister, hee hee hahahahahahahaha"
"They all deserve to die."
He had already inadvertently taken action and cut the arteries in front of his neck one after another along the cell. The blood condensed the soil into blood clots while the dust was flying.
After the two people left, the old woman no longer forced her eyes open, admiring the sound of the bricks hitting the ground around her being crisp and solid, and making a dull sound like grinding meat.
She can't leave. How is she an old woman? She is a young girl who was sold by her father in just twenty years old...
What will happen if we go out? If we go out, we will look old and worthless, and we will starve to death on the streets. It became the scene I feared most when I woke up from a dream in the middle of the night.
Covered in dirt, he collapsed on the street and was driven away by businessmen. His cheeks were exposed with red and yellow flesh and black skin covered with white maggots.
White maggots, rotten me.
"Whoosh——"
A sharp sound of fighting pierced the sky and resounded in the already half-deaf ears.
Blood sprayed on the big stone that had just fallen in front of him, like sand flowing into the river, and it has been silent since then.
"..."
Qu Sha is an extremely obedient hatchet that will move according to Jiang Su's wishes. But it was too obedient, and sometimes Jiang Su didn't even need to expend spiritual power to control it, as it had already chopped the spiritual materials.
Apart from bamboo, Kusha doesn't like to chop bamboo. What he likes most is... chopping people.
Jiang Su didn't know whether it was intelligent or not. This medium-grade magic weapon given to him by his father would never communicate with him.
If you can't communicate, you don't have spiritual wisdom. The six-turn furnace will respond to itself, and it will truly give birth to a weapon spirit.
Jiang Su felt the red water spraying horizontally from the ground in the distance, and the redness in his eyes was as rich as cinnabar.
"They are all dead. When their life span is up, they should no longer be alive."
"It's useless to save them. How many more days can they survive?"
These people were sucked out of their vitality by the formation, and they were already dying. They were just hanging on to survive. Now that the dungeon has collapsed, they are unwilling to escape. They have chosen the path of death and suffer the consequences.
Jiang Su believed that he helped them choose euthanasia.
No, it may not be comfortable.
"They actually vomited on the little senior sister's body... They deserve to die!!! It's hard for them to be happy!"
Jiang Su's breathing gradually became faster. When she escaped from the city lord's palace with her junior sister and landed on the street, her fingertips were already trembling slightly.
She...killed someone again...
"How could...I..."
She quickly let go of Dong Yiyi's hand and looked in the opposite direction as if unintentionally.
After turning around, she saw Song Wan'er.
This scholar in the cabinet and the eldest lady of the Song Dynasty in the central capital was looking at him with extremely frightened eyes.
The corners of Jiang Su's lips were slightly hooked, and her eyes were full of meaning.
"She saw it."
