Just when Huaying and Muchun were exchanging blame, two poisonous darts shot over silently, "Ah!" Huaying and Muchun were hit by the poisonous darts and fell down one after another.
"Hahaha - you really treat me like a fool!" Fang Ying's wretched face appeared, and he walked over in a swaggering manner.
In fact, he woke up a long time ago and continued to pretend to be dead until all four people outside were injured, including Hei Yunzi who was seriously injured. Then Fang Ying tried his best to give each of them a poison dart to let them "rest" well.
Then he walked to the inner room and waited for Hua Ying. Mu Chun teamed up to subdue Qi Baiyun and once again took advantage.
"My grandson who has been pretending to be grandson for so long is finally acting like a fool. Good luck to that bitch Hongying!" Fang Ying revealed his true colors and cursed.
He has always been ostracized by his junior brothers and sisters. As a senior brother, he was regarded as a loser. He had no choice but to fawn over Hong Ying in order to survive and let him beat and scold him. Fang Ying had praised Hong Ying to the sky in recent years, but he had long hated that bitch in his heart and wished he could kill her.
She cut it into pieces.
"I finally let go of my bad breath! I'm going to show you how awesome you are today." Fang Ying walked into the study and kicked Mu Chun hard as he fell on the ground.
"Qi Baiyun, is the casting secret record under your seat?" Fang Ying turned around and asked.
Qi Baiyun's acupoints were tapped and he couldn't move, so he responded: "Yes."
Fang Ying's face was full of joy, and he rushed over to move the seat. Sure enough, there was another mechanism underneath. It was empty under the seat, and there was a square wooden box inside.
"Hahahaha——" Fang Ying laughed ecstatically and opened the box.
The laughter immediately froze at this moment. The silver needle in the wooden box shot out and the poison sealed his throat. The smile on Fang Ying's face froze. The box fell to the ground and a blue book fell out.
Fang Ying's eyes widened, his orifices were bleeding, his face was miserable, and he fell to the ground.
At this time, Muchun's eyes opened. He walked over, not even sparing Fang Ying's body, and kicked it away hard to avenge him just now.
"Elder brother, a fool is a fool. No matter how smart you are, your cleverness will be misled by your cleverness." Mu Chun pretended to be hit by a poisonous dart, just waiting for Fang Ying to come to his door and act as a scapegoat.
No, since he was fine, then... Mu Chun reacted immediately. The mantis stalked the cicada and the oriole was behind him. Hua Ying's flower-leaf sword was approaching silently and quickly, with the tip of the sword pointed at the back of Mu Chun's heart.
"Senior sister, you're fine too, that's good." Mu Chun smiled.
"Junior brother, please pay more attention. This time I will return the favor and be merciful." Hua Ying clenched her fist and hit Muchun on the head.
Mu Chun suddenly became dizzy and lost consciousness. This was what she called showing mercy!
Hua Ying breathed a sigh of relief, walked a few steps, bent down and picked up the blue book on the ground, which was stained with dust from the ground. Hua Ying shook off the dust, turned it to the front, and wrote four words - Xuan Lu of Casting Instruments.
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I finally got the holy book, and the hard work was not in vain.
Holding the Xuanlu of the Casting Tool in her hand, Hua Ying glanced at Fang Ying's corpse with her peripheral vision, her brows serious. Is this the feeling of success on someone else's corpse?
Hua Ying couldn't tell what it felt like to feel like this, a competition, death and injury. After receiving the holy book, Hua Ying did not feel the joy she should have had at first.
In this assessment, Fang Ying and Hong Ying were killed, and the others were injured to varying degrees. You Zunfa lost two disciples, so he was naturally furious.
The furious Yu Liuli learned that Hong Ying died in Hua Ying's hands, and insisted on severely punishing Hua Ying.