A lotus seed, as black as ink, suddenly appeared from Shan Sang's forehead.
Xu Luo, who was standing next to him and was about to take advantage of the opportunity, had a look of surprise in his eyes. This turned out to be another black lotus seed.
No, no, this one is actually two circles larger than the one that coexists with the slaves, as if this one is the real lotus seed.
But as soon as the lotus seeds appeared, the mulberry with a ferocious look on his face seemed as if all his energy and spirit had been sucked away by it.
His tall body seemed to have shrunk, and he looked more than ten years older in an instant.
The black hair on his head, which was still intact just now, turned gray, and his smooth face looked like dry old orange peel, with ridges and grooves in it.
At this moment, the huge lotus seed was forced out of the body by the mountain mulberry, and it was still showing unwillingness, and the black brilliance exploded violently.
The looming black net in the sky seemed to be attracted by a huge vortex below, and it was directly rolled into a ball and swallowed by the lotus seeds.
The lotus seeds swelled violently, like a small mountain peak, pressing hard on Shan Sang's forehead.
Shan Sang, who had just woken up, began to change his eyes again.
Taking advantage of the last glimmer of clarity, he seemed to finally realize something. Looking at the slave who was staring at him nervously, he smiled sadly.
"Son, I'm sorry for you. I didn't take good care of your mother back then, and I can't take good care of you now..."
sorry……"
Xu Luo sighed secretly.
What exactly happened back then, no one knows now that all those involved are dead, but judging from Shan Sang's ruthless behavior towards the Mo family, I'm afraid the mother who sent the slave is no longer alive.
At this time, the severe pain in my legs is reminding me that the time to merge with Wushengzhu is coming soon!
Xu Luo endured the severe pain, and a thick bamboo whip suddenly shot out like a python, stabbing straight at the huge lotus seed.
As soon as this old rival made any movement, Lianzi immediately sensed a huge threat. The black light on his body formed a series of ferocious pythons, entangled with the green bamboo roots.
Xu Luo sneered in his heart. Lianzi's actions were just in line with the idea of wasting bamboo. These two goods were consumed a lot and were in urgent need of replenishment.
Sure enough, a strange scene happened.
Obviously, black pythons are several times larger than bamboo roots, and there are many more of them.
But after a while, the black pythons shrank in size visibly to the naked eye.
Finally, as if the bamboo root had eaten and drank enough, it finally revealed its ferocious fangs, and the slightly plump bamboo root gently shook towards the several small black pythons clinging to the body.
On each bamboo joint, countless slender roots sprout out of thin air and wrap around the black python like blood leeches.
The front tips of the bamboo whiskers were raised high like a snake's head, and suddenly turned into a stream of green light, stabbing at the lotus seeds that were heavily wrapped in black air.
The black energy suddenly spun like a mountain and a tsunami, and the huge force tore the bamboo roots into twists and turns.
But Wushengzhu was born to be the nemesis of these weird and evil things, as well as the evil and turbid air. While trying to get closer to the lotus seed itself, it absorbed the black air around it.
The two suddenly came to a stalemate.
Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Shan Sang looked at the giant lotus seed above his head, his eyes a little reluctant, but more filled with hatred and humiliation, and finally turned into determination.
At some point, a short knife appeared in his hand, and he thrust it into his chest without hesitation.
Lianzi, who was still resisting desperately, trembled all over, and then the black energy immediately dissipated.
Shan Sang suddenly turned pale, and smiled at Xu Luo, who was doing his best to use the fushengzhu, his lips opening and closing silently.
There was obviously no sound coming out, but for some reason, Xu Luo heard it clearly.
"Take good care of your slave! I have some little things that I no longer need, and they are all stored in Dayan Silver Manor. The certificate is the mulberry jade plaque I have."
Without waiting for Xu Luo's response, Shan Sang turned his gaze to Ji Nu.
At this moment, even if the sky falls and the world is doomed in an instant, this man seems to have no room for anything else in his eyes.
Looking at the pretty girl in front of him, his eyes were blurred, and scenes of familiar yet unfamiliar scenes flashed through his eyes.
As young and strong as a daughter slave, she gently placed the jade-like girl on her broad shoulders as if she was holding her most beloved treasure.
In order to better integrate into the life of the Yan people, two couples patiently learned Mandarin word by word under the pine candle. The girl next to them also read and shook their heads.
There was a mountain barbarian who was carrying a huge package and stood outside the tree house for half a night reluctantly. Finally, he walked out of Huanjian Mountain facing the rising sun.
There are also mountain barbarians dressed as scribes who are looking for something under the tree house like crazy. Unfortunately, the tree house that used to be bustling with people has long been empty and completely dilapidated...
Everything, everything, finally turned into one scene.
A mature woman with a face that was 50 or 60% similar to the slave was lying in his arms covered in blood. At that time, the Mo Mansion was still in ruins, and the eyes were filled with splendor, luxury and extravagance.
But Shan Sang could only see the woman who died in the hands of her own people, and her hoarse cries echoed in her ears.
"Asang, I'm sorry! Let's go quickly, take the slaves and stay far away from the clan members..."
No one knows that since that day, that talented Xiangma genius has been completely dead!
What's left is a madman who wants to avenge his wife and daughter at all costs.
He accepted the voice that bewitched his heart day and night, and while he was still alive, he planted all his flesh and blood piece by piece under the black lotus seeds he had raised for his whole life...
At this time, countless roots of the In vain bamboo have tightly entangled the lotus seeds, and this strange thing is already a serious level strange thing.
If it weren't for Shan Sang's final cooperation, even if Xu Luo was added in, there would be nothing that could be done to make it so miserable.
The overall situation has been decided, Xu Luo looked at Shan Sang with a somewhat complicated look.
This man was obviously not a good person, but at the last moment of his life, he was able to give up the hope of survival.
He may not be able to see the bamboo, but he can definitely feel how ferocious the bamboo is.
If it swallows the black lotus seeds that coexist with him, it also means that Shansang's soul will be scattered and he will not even be able to enter reincarnation.
Looking at Shan Sang's extremely expectant eyes as he looked at Jin Nu, Xu Luo finally let go of Jin Nu's tight grip.
The figure of Ji Nu disappeared out of thin air, and when he reappeared, he was already beside Shan Sang.
She looked at the face that was a bit unfamiliar but seemed to have been engraved in her heart for a long time. She raised her little hand, wanting to touch it but not daring to touch it.
A trace of satisfaction flashed in Shan Sang's eyes, but he didn't have the endless energy to talk nonsense like those villains before they died.
As Wushengzhu extracted the essence of the lotus seeds, his aging was rapidly accelerating, and his body was unable to move at all, and he could no longer even speak.
He could only look at Jinnu with gradually dimming eyes, as if he wanted to carve her like this into his heart.