The yandere medical practitioner has many evil friends after awakening Chapter 465: Jiang Su, the madman who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors
Chapter 465: Jiang Su, the madman who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors
Jiang Su hugged the flowers in the basin, turned around and said with a smile: "Uncle, you said it is not easy for us to climb up, and the things we bring cannot be put into the storage bag. How about giving me these flowers, I will help you share the burden."
some?"
Having Tianmuhua in your hand is equivalent to collecting the atlas and still missing the other half to obtain a certain achievement?! This must be obtained!
Yan Yuexi doesn't care about this, flowers are important, but she has long lost interest in these substances after so many years in the Black Tower.
She is indeed the daughter of an old friend, with exactly the same conduct and hobbies.
"It's up to you, just take whatever you want."
Yan Yuexi looked at Fang Zhe to the side as if eating a melon, touched her chin, and thought carefully, "Su Su, let's climb up. We can walk now. I have never hidden the stairs on this floor.
are you ready?"
Jiang Su paused while holding the flower, and said in a low voice, "If I can't get out from the ninth floor, then I don't have to worry about the God Transformation Thunder Tribulation, let's go now!"
Nothing can be delayed. This eighth floor... is clearly a paradise. If I stay here any longer, I'm afraid I won't be willing to leave.
Every medical practitioner’s dream is to have a medical clinic in the secular world and a small courtyard behind the courtyard. Behind the courtyard are some fertile fields, where there is traffic, and chickens and dogs can hear each other.
Fang Zhe silently tied the dwarf to his big arm. As he waved his arms, Dong Yexian became dizzy and threw the stones in his hand scattered.
The three of them stood under a tall tree in the backyard, with stairs extending upward along the trunk of the tree in front of them.
Jiang Su smoothly pulled on the folded robe, and the blind stick in his hand was like a decoration.
Yan Yuexi walked in the front with a cautious expression. She had walked through the ninth floor back then and was the one who had never played on the ninth floor before, so she chose the eighth floor.
Now when I visit this "old neighbor", I can't help but feel a little uneasy.
"By the way, little brother Fang, how did you get down from the ninth floor?"
Fang Zhe's eyes narrowed slightly and his voice was calm, "Jump down."
"..."
"The one on the ninth floor...?"
"nobody."
Yan Yuexi nodded with understanding, "I see... there is no one."
The next moment, she stopped and froze in place with a look of horror on her face. Fang Zhe and Jiang Su were also forced to stop because of this.
She slowly turned around, her eyes were heavy, and she whispered: "The one on the ninth floor should have given up his physical body and lived with his spiritual consciousness. He had the strength of the divine transformation stage during his lifetime, which was far better than the spiritual gaze of ordinary monks... If
Once the ninth floor is breached, he may have left the black tower."
Leaving the Black Tower? Wouldn’t that mean returning to the world of cultivation?
But outside was the Demon-Suppressing Temple. He just ran from the cage into the prison compound, and the group of monks would not let him go.
Jiang Su felt the tension in her tone and frowned slightly, "What kind of monk is this?"
Yan Yuexi said word by word: "Implement repair."
Fang Zhe opened his eyes suddenly, his breath slightly uneven, "Shi Ren?"
Yan Yuexi looked at Fang Zhe in shock and said loudly: "Do you know him? No...have you met him?"
Fang Zhe's expression changed instantly, with a mixture of light and dark in his eyes. He pulled out the remaining knife from his waist and placed it on the female cultivator's neck, saying coldly:
"Master... long time no see."
As soon as he finished speaking, the monk in red chopped off the man's head mercilessly, and Yan Yuexi's appearance changed from a beautiful woman to a terrifying and uneven ravine.
The human head made a surprised sound and shouted: "Fang Zhe!!! What are you doing? I am Yan Yuexi!!?"
The sound became smaller and smaller, and he fell down the stairs. His head was unable to climb and fell to the ground.
Jiang Su remained silent.
Dongye Xian was completely shocked, and his face was still stained with blood from Fang Zhe's hand.
The little dwarf murmured: "Madman... This is a real madman... He actually kills people when he says he will kill someone..."
Fang Zhe turned sideways and picked up the young medical cultivator who was standing up with one hand. With Jiang Su's cooperative fingertips, the five-color fire burned away the remaining body of Yan Yuexi.
"How did you find out?" Jiang Su didn't have the slightest doubt, and he didn't even feel sorry for this "Uncle Master".
The red monk held her in his arms, gradually climbed up the stairs, and whispered: "My master is proficient in puppetry and will not let anyone live. Since she met my master back then, she can even tell his story
Name...then this person has definitely been refined into an idol by him."
"Making her a companion will bring you all the benefits and no harm."
"What's more...my master's name is not known to the world, and he never tells others easily."
Jiang Su let him hold her, without any emotion, and said calmly: "Then what did she just say?"
Fang Zhe walked slightly slowly, "It's a mixture of truth and falsehood."
"My master's puppet refining technique can firstly refine a person's physical body, and secondly, it can refine a person's spiritual consciousness. The spiritual consciousness controls the physical body. Most of the monks who have been refined by him can't see the difference on weekdays, unless they have
His orders, otherwise the words and deeds will be the same as before."
"So, part of what she just said came from her true feelings, and part of it... was what my master wanted you to know."
Fang Zhe hugged Jiang Su tightly with one hand, rubbed her hair with the other hand, and held her close to his chest.
Comfort her and don't be afraid.
Jiang Su's heart sank. Who knew this time whether the ninth level Yan Yuexi said was true or false.
"Today, I am also a person who deceives my master, destroys my ancestors, and harms my fellow sect members." Jiang Su seemed to be smiling, but his tone was full of ridicule.
The last person she met was the one who slaughtered his fellow sect members and was the mad sword killing god.
"I can be regarded as red when I'm close to red, and dark when I'm close to ink."
Fang Zhe continued to walk up, with one tied to his arm and another in his arms, without any pressure, he said in a deep voice: "Am I Zhu or Mo?"
Jiang Su commented unceremoniously: "You are a colorful dragon fruit with a white heart."
"What?"
"I'm flattering you. It's a kind of spiritual fruit, red on the outside and white on the inside with sunspots in the middle."
Fang Zhe couldn't help but curl his lips, thinking about what he had said to Yan Yuexi.
Dongye Xian also listened to their conversation and thought of the reincarnation in another world that Fang Zhe mentioned.
He couldn't wait to say, "Susu, what about me? What about me?! What am I?!" He also poked Jiang Su's arm with his chubby hand.
Both of them were wrapped around Fang Zhe's body, like dodders of different sizes wrapped around a big red peony.
"you?"
Jiang Su gently pulled away the man's hand, touched his sleeve as if sweeping away dust, and sneered, "Who are you?"
Dong Yexian stared at her blankly with his mouth wide open, his eyes instantly filled with moisture, and he muttered tearfully: "Susu..."
"Stop shouting, Fang Zhe, how far do we have to go to the barrier?" Jiang Su waved his hand impatiently, avoiding Dongye Xian like the god of plague.
Fang Zhe raised his head and looked at the one-foot-high sparkling waves. The barrier was faintly exuding dark lines, and it was transformed into a tangle of silver threads.
When he entered the eighth floor, he jumped into the well. I wonder if he would still take the same path when he returned to the ninth floor.
