"Well, where is this?" Wang Er groaned, woke up leisurely, opened his sleepy eyes, and was shocked to find that he had arrived in a strange place, with overgrown vegetation, thorns, and no human habitation.
Wang Er realized that something was wrong, his eyes moved around, and he found a figure in front of him. It was a nightmare engraved in the depths of his soul, and he shed countless cold sweats when he dreamed about it in the middle of the night.
Wang Er hurriedly knelt on the ground and said, "I didn't know that the master was here. I'm late to pay my respects."
Wu Yi clasped his hands behind his back, not looking at Wang Er, with a cold face and said nothing.
Wang Er noticed Wu Yi's dissatisfaction, and his heart sank to the bottom of his heart. He did not forget that his life was still in Wu Yi's hands, and he quickly said: Master, I will definitely obey whatever orders you have."
After saying that, he knocked his head heavily on the ground several times, with a banging sound. His forehead was bruised and bruised, and his head was dizzy. However, he did not dare to stop without Wu Yi's instructions.
"Not necessarily." Wu Yi said indifferently.
Wu Yi finally responded, which meant that there was still room for redemption. Wang Er was overjoyed and swore to the sky: "Even if you go up mountains of swords and seas of fire, the villain will still do things well for his master."
"Does it include getting rid of Lan Xinyu?" Wu Yi made a teasing voice. Lan Xinyu is the power that Wang Er has climbed up to. He is the prime minister of a country, has a golden elixir cultivation level, and Wang Er is the face of him.
Wang Er was stunned, "This, this, this -" he was a little confused.
Wu Yi couldn't help but shook his head. Wang Er still didn't recognize the reality, but he didn't blame him. After all, in the Mingyue Realm, golden elixir monks were the highest pursuit of most people, and Wang Er never thought that he could marry
Dan, I am very satisfied with my life.
Behind Wang Er, in a thicket of weeds as tall as one person, there is a pair of eyes looking at Wang Er who is kneeling on the ground and Wu Yi, who is full of evil spirits. He is an extremely handsome young man, but he is dressed in bright clothes and smeared with rouge.
Distinguish the feminine spirit.
The young man listened to the words of the two people. When he heard this, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, he took away his breath and slowly backed away.
Suddenly, he felt a hint of coldness. Before he could react, he lost consciousness and fainted on the ground.
When this handsome young man followed, Wu Yi didn't notice anything strange at first. It could be said that he was careless. But after being followed all the way by this young man, if he hadn't noticed it yet, it wouldn't be Wu Yi. In the treacherous and ever-changing world of cultivation, we don't know
He died several times.
The mantis wants to catch the cicada, but he doesn't know that the oriole and the cicada are in the same boat. They seem to be more skilled, but they are backed by strength.
Wu Yi held up his sleeves, and the unconscious body of the young man was photographed at his feet. Wang Er, who was still hesitating, saw the young man and screamed, "How can this person be here?"
"Guess." Wu Yi laughed evilly. Wang Er's body trembled and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He didn't know how he got out of the market on his own, but it must have something to do with Wu Yi.
If Wu Yi "accidentally" exposed his traces when he took him out of the camp, wouldn't he have become a traitor? Wu Yi was cutting off his own escape route.
Wu Yi, who had penetrated Wang Er's heart, closed his eyes, fearing that if he couldn't help but slap the boy to death, he would think too highly of himself. He was just a foundation-building monk. With Wu Yi's current status, he could have as much as he wanted.
Why resort to such devious tactics?
"I am willing, I am willing." Wang Er, who had figured everything out, kowtowed as before, which made Wu Yi feel disgusted and did not restrain his expression at all.
"Do you know why you are brought here?"
"I don't know," Wang Er timidly replied, but when he caught a glimpse of Wu Yi's cold gaze, he quickly changed his words: "Well, the master must be here because of the Holy Land."
Wu Yi's face turned serious, "Holy land, hum."
"You damn boy, you don't know that the Holy Land is where your master's cave is. You are so ambitious in this life that you dare to plot against your master's cave. You are really seeking death."
"Do you know why I let you kneel here?"
"I know it's a villain who deserves to die. For such a big thing, he didn't report it in advance and asked the master to forgive him."
"There is no need to confer guilt, but you can consider exchanging merit for guilt, otherwise," Wu Yi sneered, flicked his finger, and a light Dansha fell, and the handsome young man lying next to Wang Er suddenly transformed.
For a pile of minced meat.
I don't know if Wu Yi did it deliberately, but some residual blood splashed on Wang Er's face, which made him tremble all over. The smell of blood was irritating and assailed his nose, but he didn't dare to move at all.
"Do you know how to offset the merits?" Wu Yi asked casually, as if he had done something inconspicuous.
"I understand, I will inform my master about the conspiracy of several parties. However, I am not very cultivated and don't know much. Please forgive me, master."
Wang Er lay on the ground and did not get up. He wrote down the ink and spelled out the forces that came this time, including some small forces that only had foundation-building monks. Although there were some mistakes, it reflected Wang Er's strength.
Looking carefully, Wu Yi didn't criticize him harshly.
An hour later, Wang Er glanced at ten lines. After checking that there were no errors, he presented his document. Wu Yi took a rough look and found that there were hundreds of thousands of words at least. Wang Er was able to write so much text in such a short time.
I still have the desire to repent of sin.
"Go back." Wu Yi said calmly without looking at him.
Wang Er took a breath, carefully excused himself, and walked backwards for half a mile before he dared to turn around.
But after turning around and walking only two steps, Wang Er paused, with a look of horror in his eyes. In his sea of consciousness, the scene where Wu Yi's inner demon body controlled his body and left the camp appeared on its own, including answering other people's words, etc.
Nothing different from his usual self.
There was such a method. Wang Er did not dare to think about it further and left in a hurry, never wanting to see the devil Wu Yi again.
Wu Yi was worried that his return would expose his flaws and cover up Wang Er's lies, but the biggest purpose was to give him a warning.
Wang Er walked away, and a beautiful figure walked out from behind Wu Yi. He took the document written by Wang Er from Wu Yi's hand, glanced at it casually, and said disdainfully: "He who is greedy for life and afraid of death, I don't understand why you don't end him."
Wu Yi looked at the Green Bamboo King, his cold face softened, and without answering her question, he bowed and bowed, saying: "Thank you so much, fellow Taoist, for reminding me this time, otherwise the situation would be unimaginable."
"It's a matter of duty." The Green Bamboo King obviously didn't take this matter to heart, but looked directly at Wu Yi with his eyes, obviously not wanting Wu Yi to brush the topic lightly.
The relationship between Wu Yi and the Green Bamboo King is more like an alliance, and it is difficult to deal with it. Wu Yi sighed and asked: "Do you think you can survive this crisis?"
The Green Bamboo King narrowed his beautiful eyes and looked at Wu Yi, who had a sense of mystery all over his body. He laughed and said, "Do you, fellow Taoist, have so little confidence in yourself?"
"These shrimp soldiers and crab generals in front of us are no big deal. Even the next person can stop them. But what if the glory is gone and people mistakenly think that there is really a holy land in it, and the Nascent Soul Great Monk takes it by force?"
The Green Bamboo King's confident expression slowly dissipated, and he realized his shortcomings, but still asked puzzledly: "This does need to be thought about, but what does it have to do with Wang Er?"
"You can't attack by force. When it comes to chaos, Wang Er may be weak, but he can be the first mover." Wu Yi expressed his thoughts, but he was still in a fog, and others could not hear clearly.