"They must have discovered something... This Demon Suppression Tower is a good place to talk."
"By the way, good girl, those old monks seemed to know that you were going to take action against the Qi family, so they asked you to think about it."
"It's just that they won't care about your grudges, and they will only persuade you to put down the butcher's knife. It doesn't matter, they won't stop it, and they won't say a word to the Qi family,"
"The monks have weird methods. It's understandable if they know this. Then your little junior sister, my precious junior sister, how did she know about the Qi family?"
Before Jiang Su was imprisoned in the Black Tower, he kept yelling at Dong Yiyi not to go to Daozong Qi's house. Others didn't know the connection, but after a little inquiry, they found out that Dong Yiyi was engaged to Qi Da.
But how can those who set up the scheme behind the scenes not know what is going to happen to the Sword Sect?
Wang Jia's eyes moved to the lampstand at Judge Poison's feet.
There was only this lamp in the dim room. The light was dim and slightly warm. The tip of the pen scratched across the rough white paper, and the shadows moved slightly.
He could never forget the sticky blood at his feet at that time.
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"Father, what is this?" The girl was wearing a pink short shirt, holding a square embroidered mandarin duck in her hand, and was looking at the wooden box in her father's hand.
"Here, this is the wooden box used by the doctor. The old doctor Yang in the village ordered it from me. How about it? Your father's craftsmanship is pretty good. Look at the edges and corners. No rough spots at all. Hahahaha."
The girl nodded obediently, blinked her bright and energetic eyes, looked left and right, and said, "Beautiful! Daddy's wooden box is square and can hold a lot of things!"
"Hahahahaha, not only must it be able to hold things, but all the wooden surfaces must be slippery and not prick your hands. The hands of these doctors need to be pricked with needles. That's called..."
The man touched his head and couldn't think of what to say for a moment, "Hey, I can't remember their polite words of praise. Anyway, they just said that they are awesome! Why do you want to hang a pot? What a great skill!"
The girl handed out the red rose in her hand, "It's a wonderful rejuvenation technique. Dad, look, my mother and I just learned this. How do you think it is?"
The man pretended to look at it seriously, and gently placed his rough fingers on the embroidered surface, not daring to really touch it. The corners of his mouth curled up in a genuine smile.
"Okay, my Jiajia is very clever with his hands. He can do whatever he learns. He is much smarter than the son of the old Wu family next door! Hum, when daddy earns some money, he will send Jiajia to a school in the city! We will do it later
When a female official becomes famous, let them, village ladies and gentlemen, do embroidery!"
The man held the girl's face in his hands, his eyes firm and kind, "Jiajia, your father is good at woodworking, and he will definitely make you and your mother live a good life!"
The girl has a chubby face, long eyelashes flickering, and in her eyes are spring flowers and summer fruits, fish swimming in the stream, and parents gathering together to talk.
"Okay daddy!"
A woman's voice suddenly came from not far away.
"What are you talking about? Wang Hu, let me tell you, if you say shit to Gaga's female celebrities, you won't have to eat tonight!!!"
The man laughed naively, "Madam, how can I do that! Gaga's embroidery is second only to you!"
"Only you can say it!"
Candlelight flickers.
The swordsman in black slowly lowered his head, and he seemed to see the blood at his feet again.
The sticky blood soaked into the ground and soaked the girl's embroidered shoes.
When she raised her foot, sticky blood hung on the edge of her shoe.
She hates knives.
Those knives chopped up her house, destroyed Uncle Wu's shed next door, and even Mr. Yang's head rolled from the east of the village to the door of her house.
The swordsman in black raised his head and looked at the interlaced wooden beams in the dim light.
"Master... the Qi family must disappear from the world."
"I want blood... to cover every inch of stone slabs on their ground."
Wang Jia regained her female voice.
There is a softness unique to women in the coldness.
Judge Poison curled his lips, his smile not reaching his eyes.
"good."
"I have been waiting for their lives for a long time. Good girl, I believe in you."
Wang Jia's fingers touched the red line behind the folded collar, and along the red line he touched a strange-shaped white pendant.
This pendant vaguely looks like a butterfly, and its surface is not smooth.
Her fingertips rubbed the pendant and slid inward along the edge.
"Susu..."
"Senior Sister already knows..."
"Don't be afraid, if something happens, I will take care of it for you..."
Wang Jia knew what that sentence meant.
Dong Yiyi will not go to the Qi family. How can the young senior sister not listen to Susu's wishes for a marriage that Susu does not agree with?
I remember the girl in colorful clothes chattering endlessly before entering the black tower.
The sword cultivator in black slightly curled his lips, his smile was light and gentle, as if the winter snow was melting into the spring at this moment.
"The Black Tower... I really haven't heard of any demon cultivators who have been imprisoned... There are quite a few people who have been imprisoned in the White Tower."
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"Little girl, where are you from?" The man tugged at the chain on his wrist, and the crisp sound of iron blocks clashing kept ringing.
Jiang Su's storage bag didn't respond and she couldn't take out the futon, so she reluctantly sat cross-legged on the ground.
"From the Southern Region."
When the man heard this, he became interested. He sat up straight and said in a loud voice: "Southern Region? Are you from the South?! Then you must be a pretty, fair-skinned little girl who talks and walks gently!"
Jiang Su snorted coldly. She had no interest in letting others comment on her appearance.
"Haha, what you said is good, but you are quite blind. Since you are so good at talking, stop talking. It's just a pink skull, superficial."
After hearing this, the man was quietly startled, then he savored the meaning, nodded heavily, and seemed to have some understanding.
"Yeah...the red and pink skull...the white bones are just like an elephant."
"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that you, a little girl, can live a more thorough life than an old guy like me. You are right, I am just an old blind man! I treat people based on my imagination! Now you are in the heart of an old guy like me,
What a wonderful baby!"
"..."
Jiang Su's mouth twitched.
What the hell is a baby? I don’t have a milky voice when I speak, right? I don’t know how to burp, so why am I a baby??? I’m an adult!
"What a coincidence, I am also blind." The girl said calmly.
"Oh? You're blind at such a young age? What a pity!" The man sighed, feeling quite melancholy.
"Little girl, why did you come in? Tell me. Those old bald donkeys won't send people in to chat with me for no reason."
Jiang Su frowned slightly, thinking about the deeper meaning of this person.
After she entered the black tower, she was worried that the place was full of dangers and had a trap set up, so she stopped after taking two steps.
She never thought that these two steps would allow her to hear the monk's snoring not far away.
This man was snoring, but he was woken up by Jiang Su's footsteps. Jiang Su didn't leave either. He was worried that he would be in danger if he got too close, so he sat down where he was.
"Sending someone in to chat with you? Are you the only one in this black tower?"
The Black Tower is rumored to be a place where demon cultivators are imprisoned. How come there is only one person there?
The man moved the chain on his body, "Of course not, there are many people here. It's just that I'm the only one with a body."
"Come on, let's say something. A baby is here. What are you doing hiding here?!"
"Spiritual consciousness?" Jiang Su asked unconsciously as he noticed the change in the atmosphere of the surrounding space.
"That's right."
"Welcome to the Demonic Domain, the Thirteenth City, and the Black Tower!"
