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Chapter Thirteen The Body of Taiyin

"I'm fine..." Zhao Wuji looked at the eldest lady who was kneeling and supporting him. He couldn't help but vomit out a mouthful of blood again, still looking a bit dandy: "Look at me... I vomited so much blood.

For the sake of... Yes, you have to pay more..."

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,..." Hearing this rogue's appearance, he couldn't help but want to bargain. Zhao Ziyu didn't know whether he should cry or laugh. At this time, his expression was slightly rich with a mixture of bitter smiles: "

Add money, add as much as you want!"

But at this moment, the city lord who reacted in the hall came around with a group of soldiers. The city lord looked at the seriously injured Zhao Wuji and said: "Zhao Wuji, you have committed a heinous crime and killed a monk. Ziyangmen will not let you go.

Yours, just follow me to the dungeon and wait for the people from Ziyang Gate to deal with you."

"The Zhao family has lost hope. Now they are jumping over the wall and trying to use me to climb the Ziyang Gate." Zhao Wuji, who was half sitting and leaning against the wall, calmed down for a while, opened one eye and looked at the city lord:

"If you want to die, I can help you now."

As he spoke, Zhao Wuji struggled to get up, stretched out his hand to use his imperial skills, and grabbed the spear in the hand of a soldier. The spear immediately flew over and was held in his hand.

This scene of retrieving objects from the air really shocked some of the soldiers who gathered around, and the city lord also frowned slightly at this moment.

A strategist holding a fan slowly came to the side of the city lord and whispered: "Although his injury is serious, he is an immortal cultivator after all. We still can't afford to offend him. What we have to do now is to send someone to notify him immediately."

The people from Ziyang Gate then blocked the city gate, so that he is still in our cage. It is still a big favor sold to Ziyang Gate, what do you think?"

"It does make sense, just what you said." Upon hearing this, City Lord Qingkui's eyes lit up, and then he glanced at Zhao Wuji, and finally waved to his soldiers: "Let's go."

The head of the Wang family originally thought that City Lord Qingkui could take advantage of his illness to kill him and avenge his son. Unexpectedly, he left just like that. He felt a heartbreaking hatred in his heart! But even City Lord Qingkui chose to leave.

Naturally, he would not have the courage to provoke Zhao Wuji! Besides, his son was accidentally killed by Qin Ming!

"Ziyu, come back!"

After the city lord left, most of the dignitaries in the Zhao family did not dare to stay for a second longer. When they saw Zhao Wuji covered in blood, they trembled. At this moment, the Zhao family leader also did not want his daughter to have anything to do with this Zhao Wuji.

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He knew that the Ziyang Clan would not give up easily, and if his daughter stayed with Zhao Wuji now, the entire Zhao family would probably suffer.

"Father, he is seriously injured now! I want to accompany him!" Zhao Ziyu's red eyes revealed determination and said: "I want to take him for treatment, father."

"You unfilial daughter! There is no benefit to you following him!" The head of the Zhao family scolded, "You and he are not from the same world!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Ziyu seemed to remember what Sister Shiliu said before.

"Listen to your father, go back." Zhao Wuji, who was gradually turning pale, glanced at Zhao Ziyu, smiled casually and said: "Once the account is settled, we will be cleared. No one owes anyone, and I am responsible for my injuries."

I know in my heart that the other Qin Ming is crazy now. If you want me to get rid of him, that’s fine. Anyway, he is from the Ziyang Clan. Since we have already made enemies, I don’t mind killing one more person, but I have to pay more.”<

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"You...are you really a piece of wood?" When Zhao Ziyu heard this, her tears had not yet dried, and she suddenly felt ashamed and angry: "You said before that you really like me, don't you count?"

"Otherwise, how could that old guy let down his guard?" Zhao Wuji looked at the corpse of the seventh elder, shrugged and spread his hands helplessly.

"You bastard! You are such a bastard!" Zhao Ziyu cursed immediately, and tears began to flow out uncontrollably.

"Uh..." Zhao Wuji was a little confused. He had no idea how he had offended Miss Zhao. He could only sigh silently. A woman's thoughts are indeed like the weather. They can change at any time, and the weather forecast may not predict it.

That's right.

"In that case, I'm going to get you money." Zhao Ziyu resisted being emotionless, her eyes were red, as if she had become a different person, she became a little indifferent, and walked towards her father.<

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Whoa!

And as Zhao Ziyu left, a sudden sound of breaking wind sounded.

A fat Taoist priest just appeared next to Zhao Wuji, holding a wine gourd. While drinking, he said next to Zhao Wuji: "It's a pity that such a beautiful girl can only live for one more year."
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"What the fuck, fat guy?" Zhao Wuji didn't even react. After hearing the sound, he was immediately injured. His chest twitched and he cursed: "You scared me! What kind of plane are you doing!"

"Brother, you don't want to shout, so you call him Fatty?" The fat Taoist priest glanced at Zhao Wuji angrily: "You really have no conscience, you are born to be rebellious."

"..." Zhao Wuji spread his hands with nothing to say, and then asked: "What did you just say? Why can she only live for one more year?"

"Didn't you ask that little girl to get the money and pay it back? Why do you ask?" the fat Taoist said in an interesting tone.

"If you didn't say it, I definitely wouldn't ask. You said it and you let me hear it on purpose. I heard it, so naturally I had to ask." Zhao Wuji was so helpless: "I'm so damn chivalrous.

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"Okay, don't try to flatter yourself. If you like that little girl, just say so." The fat Taoist priest said disdainfully: "The three-foot-tall man is just like a girl and is not happy at all. You must be like me, Taoist Master, for example.

Say, I have a crush on a rabbit!"

"You are awesome." Zhao Wuji was speechless, and then looked at Zhao Ziyu's back and said: "But I really have no feelings for this Zhao Ziyu. Although she is as beautiful as a fairy and has a good figure, she can arouse a certain part of my selfish desires.

But the feelings that the lower body wants are not real feelings, damn fat man, do you understand what I mean? So, the final conclusion is, I must not have feelings."

"You are really a logical genius." Upon hearing this, the fat Taoist priest smiled bitterly and became the third emoticon in your mobile phone.

"Tell me, why does she only have one year to live?" Zhao Wuji returned to the topic again.

"The body of Taiyin." The fat Taoist priest became slightly more serious.

"She has a special physique?" Zhao Wuji was startled when he heard this. He knew what the body of Taiyin meant after having seen the sky covered by it!

The body of Taiyin is naturally close to the power of Taiyin in the world, and is suitable for practicing the "Ancient Taiyin Sutra". However, this kind of body consumes Yang life and is very easy to die young. Generally, it will not live past the age of twenty! Only by taking elixir and earth life fruit can you save your life!

The only ones who survived and became enlightened in the book Zhe Tian were the Taigu Yin Emperor from the ancient times and Jiang Tingting later.

"She is only nineteen years old now, and she really only has one year to live." Zhao Wuji felt a little helpless, as the elixir and earth fruit were not what he wanted to have now.

"I'm afraid the monks from Ziyang Clan came here because of her." The fat Taoist said.

"Is there any elixir in Ziyang Gate?" Zhao Wuji asked.

"Nonsense, the Ziyang Sect is just a big sect of cultivating immortals. Even the Ziyang Cave behind them may not have an elixir." The fat man glanced at Zhao Wuji with disdain: "I'm afraid they arrested Zhao Ziyu for experiments.

Just use her blood to refine some extremely yin and poisonous medicine."


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