The three foundation builders had never been to the underground palace just now and had no idea about the terrible things happening underground. I just felt that something was wrong with the seemingly mortal man in front of me, but I couldn't tell what was wrong.
Su Mo cried and laughed for a while, then gradually slowed down and became deeply sad again.
"Since my brother promised to take you home, he will definitely take you home. No one can stop him..."
Su Mo raised his head and looked at the three men in black robes blocking his way, with a calm expression.
"No one can stop it..."
The man in black robe who spoke looked at Su Mo's crazy look, couldn't bear it any longer, and rushed forward with a sword.
The sword light shone coldly and pierced Su Mo's chest.
Su Mo frowned and seemed a little unhappy. He was holding a little girl in his arms... and this man was stabbing his arms with a sword.
Su Mo was unhappy, and a faint aura spread from his body.
This breath that others couldn't see wrapped around the man in black robe who was charging straight at him, and penetrated into the man in black robe through his nostrils, ears, mouth, eyes, and even pores.
The man in black robe suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and a chill spread from head to toe.
The movement of the man in black robe also gradually slowed down. When the tip of the sword was about to touch Su Mo's arms, he could no longer move.
The man in black robe was horrified to find that he could no longer control his body...
Uneasiness and fear filled his heart. He had never seen such a strange situation.
The two men in black robes on the side also noticed something was wrong and took a few steps back.
They saw that the man in black robes who rushed towards Su Mo was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye...
"Look..." Su Mo chuckled, "I just want to take you home, and they will definitely not refuse."
"Why would they refuse? If I take you home, it has nothing to do with them, right?"
Su Mo reached out and patted the little girl's back gently to soothe the little girl's emotions.
But in the eyes of other people present, this action was like seeing a ghost, and they all looked at Su Mo's actions in horror.
The three men in black robes also remembered what the monk and Taoist priest had just said.
Bad luck...
A very dangerous thing...
The three of them felt as if they had fallen on ice, and their hearts felt cold.
Su Mo's mood was extremely unstable, and he started crying again as he spoke: "It has nothing to do with them, why should they refuse?"
"unless......"
"They want to keep us! That's right... They want to refine the blood pill, so of course they want to keep us."
"But..." Su Mo shed tears and looked sad, "Brother promised to take you home."
The little girl raised her head, wiped away Su Mo's tears with her young hands, and said in a pitiful and sensible manner: "Brother, don't cry. If they don't let us go, then we won't leave. Brother, don't cry, Tongtong." I’m not afraid anymore…Tongtong is really not afraid anymore…Brother, don’t cry!”
She didn't want her brother to cry, and he looked very helpless when he cried.
"Good boy, brother, don't cry..." Su Mo grabbed the little girl's tender little hand and put the little girl's head in his arms again, "Let brother think of a way, he will definitely take you home. "
"Can Tongtong sing children's songs?" Su Mo lowered his head and pondered for a moment. As if he thought of something, he suddenly laughed strangely and gently swayed his arms.
"Yes!" The little girl in her arms nodded.
"Then..." Su Mo thought for a while and said, "Tongtong sing a children's song for everyone. Maybe they will find it nice...and let us go home as soon as they are happy."
"Will it?" Tongtong asked innocently.
"Yes!" Su Mo smiled affirmatively.
"Well..." Tongtong also thought for a while, "Then Tongtong, let's sing a song of "The Three Character Classic", my mother taught me..."
"Okay..." Su Mo held the little girl and swayed gently, behaving strangely.
Several people present were frightened, including Zhixuan and Mu De who were in the golden bowl.
At this moment, the attention of the three men in black robes was not on Zhixuan and Mu De at all. The two of them could get out of the golden bowl and escape quickly.
However, the strange atmosphere at the scene prevented the two of them from having the courage to escape.
It seems that I still feel a little safe in the golden bowl...
“At the beginning of man’s life, his nature is good.
Similar in nature, but far apart in habits.
If you don't teach, your nature will change.
The most important thing in teaching is specialization..."
A "Three Character Classic" was sung in the mouth of the little girl. Her voice was childish and her singing was cheerful. It was a nursery rhyme that was both educational and entertaining.
As Tongtong's singing sounded, Su Mo slowly started to move...
The soul of the deceased holding Tongtong swayed gently, gradually turning into a dance, with weird dance postures, unusually weird...
At this time, the other two men in black robes realized that they could not move for some time. They looked in horror at Su Mo, who was dancing strangely and amusing himself...M.biQuge.biZ
Su Mo danced, swaying around the three black-robed men present, while holding the poor soul in his arms tightly.
In the courtyard... Su Mo was dancing wildly, and the three black-robed foundation builders were stiff and unable to move. Two shivering people were hiding in the golden bowls on the side. There were corpses lying on the ground, and the lights of the house behind Su Mo were Dark blood filled the air.
The situation in the courtyard at this moment is extremely strange.
Dark night, falling rain, cool breeze... Under the dim candlelight, Su Mo's embracing posture danced gently in the rain.
A song of death, intertwined with the overwhelming blood energy of this dark night, shocking the soul and making it uneasy...
"Mother Mencius once chose a neighbor's place.
If you don't learn, you will lose your chance.
Dou Yanshan has a righteous prescription.
Teach five sons and they will all become famous.
It's the father's fault if he doesn't teach him.
If the teaching is not strict, the teacher will be lazy.
It is not appropriate for a child not to learn.
If you don't learn when you are young, what will you do when you are old?
Jade is not cut, not a device.
If a person does not learn, he does not know righteousness.
As the son of man, Fang Shaoshi.
Dear teachers and friends, learn etiquette..."
The singing continues, and so do the weird dance steps...
The man in black robe holding the sword was completely stiff at this moment, unable to move. His whole body was cold, and an extremely strange aura was wandering in his body, and that aura was constantly devouring his own vitality.
Uneasiness, worry, fear, confusion...all kinds of emotions came to mind, but at this time, I couldn't even speak.
The feeling of weakness gradually became stronger, and a feeling called 'despair' occupied the black-robed man's entire thoughts.
Su Mo spun his body, embracing the dead soul, and when he danced in front of the black-robed man, he stopped...
"How can you not listen to Tongtong's singing?" Su Mo said looking at the man in black robe.
The man in black robe wanted to speak, but he couldn't open his mouth and couldn't say anything.
Seemingly dissatisfied that the man in black robe did not listen to Tongtong's singing seriously, Su Mo turned his head and thought for a moment.
Then, he stretched out his hand and touched the forehead of the man in black robe!
Then he danced away with brisk steps...
As Su Mo touched his forehead with his finger, the man in black robe was immediately dumbfounded, watching Su Mo dancing with something in his arms...
He heard it, he heard a young child singing a nursery rhyme there, a cheerful nursery rhyme...
On this strange night, Su Mo danced strangely, and a strange nursery rhyme sung by an invisible person came to his ears.
The black-robed man's liver and gallbladder were split apart, and the strong man in the late stage of foundation building felt only extreme fear at this moment!
His vitality was constantly being swallowed up by that strange aura, and he became older and weaker...
"The fragrance is nine years old and can warm the mat.
Filial piety to relatives is what you should do.
Melting four years old can make pears.
If you are younger than your elder, you should know better.
The first is filial piety and brotherhood, the second is seeing and hearing.
Know a certain number, know a certain text.
One makes ten, ten makes one hundred.
Hundreds and thousands, thousands and thousands..."
Biquge
