Chapter 267: Those who can be restrained to death are trash
Chapter 267 Anyone who can be killed is trash
When the guard heard the words, he immediately felt that what he said made sense and nodded frequently, convinced by Xiaobao's serious nonsense.
Xuanyuan Chen, who was put into a sack, was covered in ink, and the ink blurred his cheeks so much that he couldn't see his true face.
He waved his limbs and struggled violently, still shouting: "Let me go! You guys, I am the Shenwu Prince? How dare you?"
The guard sneered, kicked the bulging sack, and said jokingly: "I am still the Jade Emperor, are you afraid?"
After saying that, several guards carried the sacks in tacit agreement.
As he walked outside Tingxuexuan Courtyard, Xiaobao narrowed his eyes and smiled brightly, waved his chubby little hands, grinned, revealing his white teeth and two smile dimples.
"Thank you for your hard work, I'm here to help you!"
Hearing Xiaobao's milky voice, the guards and soldiers who were leaving felt extremely comfortable.
The descendants of powerful families are all arrogant and self-willed, have a lofty ideal, and are sarcastic and unreasonable.
Unlike Ye Chen, this child is kind, pure, innocent, and a good boy who is famous in Chang'an City.
In the sack, Xuanyuan Chen felt a strong suffocation. He struggled with all his strength and cursed: "You'd better pray for the blessings of your ancestors, otherwise I will destroy your nine tribes tomorrow!"
"A bunch of blind bastards, I'm going to kill you!"
The sack was thrown heavily to the ground, and seven or eight strong men either kicked it with their feet or hit it with iron bars.
Until Xuanyuan Chen didn't even have the strength to curse, he held his head in his hands and huddled in a ball, shaking in pain.
Xuanyuan Chen's screams echoed through the quiet night.
Xiaobao looked at the direction of the sound, tilted his head, and smiled.
"It sounds... nice."
On the courtyard wall, Protector Bai's Adam's apple rolled, he swallowed hard, stared at Xiaobao's innocent face for a while, and then shuddered in horror.
His little highness is a bit too scary...
A wolf in sheep's clothing!
far away.
Xuanyuan Chen was beaten until he fainted, and his body even convulsed several times.
When several guards saw that it was almost done, they carried the sacks and threw them in a mass grave on the outskirts of the city.
The moonlight was pale, shining on the bloody mass graves. The stench of decay flowed in the air, and a layer of crimson blood appeared in the bright light.
...
Listen to Xuexuan.
Ye Mohan, all drunk, returned to the room with the girl he loved in his arms.
He placed the girl on the rosewood table, leaning in front of her, and pinched her cheek with his slender, jade-like hands.
"My mother once said that I am a tough-minded person, and I am not afraid of your defeat." He whispered.
Chu Yue suddenly raised her head, her eyes trembled slightly, and her red lips opened slightly.
"There are many bad people in this world. You have to keep your eyes open. Except for me, no one in the world is worthy of you."
"Are you really not afraid of being killed by me?" Chu Yue smiled.
In this continent, ominous bad luck is very taboo, especially that of Kofkozi.
"Anyone who can be killed is a waste. Your man will not be a waste." He said with a smile.
Chu Yue blinked her eyes.
The pillow is perfect~
Suddenly, she lowered her head and bumped her head against Ye Mohan's chest.
Ye Mohan remained motionless and looked at her doubtfully.
The girl slowly raised her head and smiled: "If I said that I never liked that trash, would you believe it?"
Ye Mohan was slightly stunned, then ecstatic.
No matter what the truth of the matter is, Achu is willing to share it with him, which shows that his position in the other person's heart is more than just a pillow.
"I believe it." He held the girl in his arms and listened to her strong heartbeat.
...
Later in the night.
Chu Yue sat cross-legged on the cold ground in the room, motionless like an old monk in meditation.
If you look closely, you can see that her arms, ankles and waist are all wrapped in extremely heavy basalt black iron.
She never stops striving upward every moment, day and night.
While she gained enlightenment, she combined the essence of ancient martial arts to consolidate her power.
With the profound energy she currently stores, she can break through the warrior at any time.
But Chu Yue deliberately curbed the speed of breakthrough in order to break through his own limits under high-intensity pressure, supplemented by Xuanwu Black Iron.
People in the world pursue martial arts and rely too much on mystical power and fancy auxiliaries, such as magical weapons, spiritual beasts and armor, as well as all kinds of hidden weapons.
When Chu Yue was in the body-refining state, she abandoned the flashy and colorful mystical power, just forged her own muscles, traced back to her roots, and brought the word "body-refining" to the extreme.
In Lingtian Continent, there are hundreds of millions of cultivators who pursue the speed of cultivation too much, but instead put the cart before the horse.
Therefore, a lot of the same trends emerge.
In the early stage of practice, I used too much force and went too fast. In the later stage, it became slower and slower, and I felt extremely strenuous.
The road to enlightenment is getting more and more crooked.
On the contrary, Chu Yue was like this, working steadily and down-to-earth, constantly stimulating her own potential, and she felt like she had found the key to enlightenment.
What made Chu Yue most helpless was that while she was concentrating on practicing, the little fox was standing on the window sill, looking at the moonlight in the distance. His back showed loneliness and loneliness, and the moonlight stretched his figure very long.
Not only that, Xuanyuan Xiu in Shennong's space was still noisy, flushed with anger, and gasping for air: "That Xuanyuan Chen is really not a thing, let him get out of the Shenwu royal family as soon as possible. I have been famous all my life, and my good reputation has almost been ruined by him.
.”
"One generation is worse than the other."
"What the hell is this?"
"It's just that you can't inherit my good looks, but you still have evil intentions and act like a villain? You are really inhumane!"
The lonely captives around him gathered together, seemingly trying to smooth Xuanyuan's hair, which was bursting with emotion, and kept stroking Xuanyuan Xiu's back.
"Little Ye Zi, they disappoint me so much!" Xuanyuan Xiu sighed.
Chu Yue breathed in and out, trying her best to absorb the endless profound energy whistling between heaven and earth.
Hearing the sound, the corners of Chu Yue's mouth twitched slightly, and a row of black lines fell on her forehead.
Is it her imagination?
She always felt that this old guy treated her like a eunuch...
After a long time, Chu Yue finished practicing. She was sweating profusely and exhaled a breath of turbid air.
She stretched and felt refreshed, but had no intention of resting. Instead, she went to the shooting range of Zhenbei Hou Mansion and started running laps.
This was her habit in Chang'an City. After practicing, she would inevitably run around in circles to consolidate her previous practice to a higher level.
Most of the practitioners in the world are following the old path of martial arts predecessors, following the steps and following the rules.
But she is different.
The path of enlightenment she took was filled with stars and sea, and the bright moon and the fragrance of flowers.
This is her own path and she is not copying anyone else.
She also believes that the so-called enlightenment must be felt with one's own soul, rather than following what others say and being manipulated by others like a puppet on strings.