Seeing him swinging his arms and stepping forward to bully his body, he forced the sword with both hands, regardless of the fact that the blade was still wrapped around her, and struck her with all his strength.
Click...here...
Dazzling sparks shot out several inches, and the shortcomings of the soft sword were fully exposed at this moment. Although it was hard to guard against, although it was clever and strange, and it could stretch and retract...it's a pity that you are not strong enough.
When it was pulled to a certain angle, there was a sharp and sharp sound, and the soft sword was completely broken from the sword grid. The rebounding blade instantly jumped into the air, separated from the Han sword like a dart, and passed in front of the two people.
Pfft...
Then Mu Qingrou screamed and stamped Tang Yun's chest with a backhand palm.
Tang Yun retreated in response, leaving several footprints on the ground. He sneered and shook off the blood stains on the sword's edge, and raised his eyebrows at her: "You didn't expect that, I'm wearing a heart armor."
"Shameless..."
Mu Qingrou covered her torn abdomen, and the blood couldn't stop spilling out. Her face turned from pale to livid due to Tang Yun's success. Her breathing became even more complicated for a while, her throat felt sweet, and she couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.
"Look at the flying knives."
Tang Yun suddenly touched his waist and shouted sharply.
Mu Qingrou was so anxious that she dodged to the side without thinking, ignoring the severe pain from the wound on her waist and abdomen.
In fact, she regretted it as soon as she made the move, because Tang Yun didn't even have a thing in his hand, and her own dodge made the injury more serious.
"late."
As Tang Yun chuckled, the long sword was handed over to her, like a meteor hitting her eyebrows month by month.
well.
Mu Qingrou sighed inwardly and closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate. She never expected that things would come to this point. In just a few days, Tang Yun's strength would soar above hers.
Pfft~
What hurts is not the center of the eyebrow, but the limbs.
Feeling powerless, Mu Qingrou collapsed to the ground like a cartilage snake. She opened her eyes and looked at him in surprise: "Why don't you kill me?"
Of course she didn't think that the other party couldn't bear it. Tang Yun was ruthless in his attacks. During the fight, he would kill with every move, exchanging injuries for lives. How could he be merciful at this juncture?
"How to detoxify?" Tang Yun looked at her condescendingly.
Mu Qingrou was shocked: "How did you know?"
Tang Yun raised his eyebrows and blinked, and patted her cheek sideways with his sword: "I also know your real name is Mu Qingrou. You and Zhao Guang have joined forces to obtain the secret treasure inherited by the Huangquan Sect. I also know that it is Huangquan Corpse Poison. I know it.
That’s a lot.”
"There is no cure." Mu Qingrou was shocked like a huge wave, but she sneered: "Since you know everything, why do you need to ask me?"
Tang Yun was not embarrassed at all and replied casually: "I know a lot, but I don't know everything."
"Ha, I thought you would hold on." Mu Qingrou glanced at him again.
Thick-skinned, ruthless and strong, if you want to survive in this world and live a better life, you are indispensable.
Mu Qingrou seemed to be teasing him. She didn't seem to care about her injuries or her situation. Her face softened and her voice rose slightly, mixed with a bit of smile: "Say, or don't tell, what's the matter?"
result?"
Tang Yun also laughed: "Tell me, let you go. If you don't tell me, you will know it yourself."
"Will you let me go?" Mu Qingrou's eyes flickered, and there was deep doubt and sarcasm on his face.
Tang Yun sighed: "My mind is bigger than you think. What's more, Second Aunt, you treat me like your own son. There is no need to do something too extreme and meaningless."
Mu Qingrou opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.
She lowered her head, seeming to be thinking and hesitating.
long time?
perhaps.
She suddenly raised her head and said: "There is no cure, no cure, no cure. As your strength increases, this poison will cure itself."
It’s pretty much the same as what she said in the dungeon.
Tang Yun couldn't help but lower his gaze and looked into her eyes: "Very good, last question, what is the secret treasure inherited by the Huangquan Sect? What is the relationship between our Tang family and Zhenwu Pavilion?"
"Those are two questions." Mu Qingrou frowned.
Tang Yun smiled: "This is a sentence."
Mu Qingrou no longer dwelled on this point, her eyes pointed in that direction, and said: "The secret treasure is the bone pen. This pen brews poisonous blood and can outline the underworld runes.
As for your Tang family, your ancestor was one of the members of the Zhenwu Pavilion, but it gradually declined to this day. There used to be many treasures, but they were gradually lost, and there are only a few of them now, that's all."
Tang Yun looked away, came here and grabbed the bone pen: "Where are the bells? Let them recover."
This pen is cold to the touch, pale in color, and the end seems to be made of hair. The black and white are distinct, giving people an inexplicable and breathtaking feeling.
"Dingling~"
Mu Qingrou took out a bell and shook it. The old man and others who had been using them as puppets suddenly collapsed to the ground, as if their energy had been drained and they fell into a coma.
"Is there anything else?" Mu Qingrou covered her wound and got up.
"Gone."
Tang Yun picked up the pen and shook it at her: "I will keep this pen for now. When you have capital, you can come to me to buy it at any time."
"You really let me go?" she repeated in disbelief.
Tang Yun looked indifferent and explained: "My parents are now in their sixties. Even without your poison, it would be difficult for them to live a hundred years. This pen is useless to me. Instead of keeping it as a waste, I would rather hope that you can take it with me one day."
Come and exchange favors."
Mu Qingrou felt that she had lived in vain for so many years, and she actually met such a holy mother.
No!
Not the Virgin.
She reacted with horror and stared at Tang Yun. He was an extremely rational guy, ruthless, cold-blooded, evil-hearted, ruthless... maximizing his interests.
Although the parents are hopeless, but they still let the murderer go despite knowing this, and even manage to talk about cooperation with him rationally in the blink of an eye. This kind of character is more than cold.
"You are suitable for entering the court." She suddenly smiled, turned and left.
This kind of person is suitable for being an official.
real!
Because he is dark enough, ruthless enough, and sensible enough.
Looking at her leaving back, Tang Yun smiled bitterly: "You don't understand, I am actually... not Tang Yun. How can I have any relationship with them?"
Travel through time and seize the body, and then have no barriers to the new parents?
Just talk.
Emotions are something that is gradually cultivated over time. How can it be said so easily?
At least Tang Yun couldn't do it. He suspected that the protagonist of the novel he had read before had such a tendency, probably because... it was not a matter of seizing one's body.
But fusion.
The residual thoughts and memories of the owner of the fused body indirectly affected his personality consciousness, and then formed a personality consciousness that is mainly a time traveler and supplemented by emotions from another world. Although he thinks he is a time traveler, he is actually a fusion person.
Tang Yun is a serious time traveler, a dove occupying a magpie's nest. When he sorts out the memories of the original owner, it's like watching a movie. He may be able to take it in, but he will never be immersed in it, let alone empathize with it.