Ji Hyun-woon's path was blocked.
Ever since he ascended to the throne of King Wei, few dared to stand in his way. The power of a king had helped him to rid himself of the childishness of youth. His face darkened and he exuded an unfathomable majesty. "Little girl, although I do not wish to harm the innocent, but if you insist on dying for that Daoist, I can grant your wish!"
The little Daoist child's small body shivered in the rainy night. She hugged the giant axe tightly and shook her head repeatedly, as if expressing her two wishes. "I cannot let you pass. I do not wish to die either. "
No one in this world wanted to die.
"Can't you speak?" Ji Hyun-woon stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked down at her.
The little Daoist child nodded.
"Poor child." Ji Hyun-woon took two steps back indifferently. "Kill her."
"Kill, kill her?" Yuan Fushun was shocked.
Lu Hanqing also broke free from his hatred. Killing a child was something neither of them had experienced before and they could not help but be stunned.
"Kill her! How many times do you want me to repeat myself? "Ji Hyun-woon shouted sternly.
Only then did the two of them feel his unshakable determination.
"Your Highness, please calm down. I will let her leave now!" Lu Hanqing gritted his teeth and rushed forward to grab the little Daoist child's hand.
The little Daoist boy shyly wanted to resist, but he couldn't break free. He was dragged down by Lu Hanqing and then stood behind him to make way. He bowed to Ji Xuanyun and said, "Your Highness, the road ahead has been opened." Ji Xuanyun glared at him and stepped inside.
He turned back to the little Daoist child and smiled bitterly. "Little girl, the person inside is the archenemy of Parting Hatred Palace. Even if we use all the power of King Wei, we must avenge him. You better leave Peach Valley Town quickly or else your life will be in danger. "He followed Ji Hyun-woon and entered the house.
Yuan Fushun said as he walked, "Your … Majesty, we have already investigated that matter, but the truth is still unknown." Feeling Ji Hyun-woon's fearful gaze, his heart trembled. He lowered his head and continued, "Of course, although the Tyrant's old illness is hard to recover from, the fatal blow from the person in the room is undeniable."
He sighed in his heart. Ji Hyun-woon's growth was gratifying, but if a king only inspired fear and not reverence, it was easy to cause dissension among his subordinates.
Could it be that people would really become strangers in the face of hatred?
Perhaps even Ji Hyun-woon himself was starting to not recognize himself. Because you can't get anything with revenge.
The three of them came to the front hall. Due to the poor lighting, their line of sight was not good. Only when they walked in did they see the person on the bed. It was a slovenly Daoist priest. His clothes were tattered, and there was an old white flute hanging from his waist. The hem was stained with mud, and even his cloth shoes were no longer of their original color.
He was lying on the bed, seemingly unaware of their arrival. His limbs were twitching, and he was foaming at the mouth. His face was purple, and his eyelids were rolled back. He looked like he was poisoned and on the verge of death.
"This …" Lu Hanqing was the last to enter. When he saw the man's condition, he couldn't help but doubt his own judgment.
"What happened?" Ji Hyun-woon's voice was hoarse and slightly trembling.
Lu Hanqing said, "That day, I saw a Daoist, but he was too fast, and I couldn't see his face, so I couldn't be sure …"
"Wake him up!" Ji Hyun-woon ordered. It seemed that no matter how irrational he was, he wouldn't lay a hand on an unconscious person.
Yuan Fushun was secretly relieved. He immediately reached out to check the Daoist priest's pulse, then took out a silver needle to prick his blood. He said, "My Majesty, this person has been poisoned by a snake, and his nerves are numb. A normal antidote will do."
He took the pill from Ji Hyun-woon and fed it to the Daoist priest. After a while, the Daoist priest slowly regained consciousness. He stared blankly at the ceiling. "Where is this, the netherworld?"
"Daoist priest!" Lu Hanqing rushed forward, grabbed the Daoist priest's shirt, and lifted him up. "Don't play dumb in front of me. You were the one who gave the Tyrant a fatal blow that day, and you want to deny it?"
"You mean the Tyrant of the Wei Kingdom? Me? "Ku Daoshi couldn't help but shiver, and his eyes widened." What, what, what kind of joke is this? I'm a descendant of Celestial Master Huang, and I don't like yellow and white things, much less killing. Almsgiver, you must have misunderstood, misunderstood … "
He laughed, and his eyes darted around. "Then, then, then, where's that disciple of mine?"
"Stop pretending!" Lu Hanqing tightened his grip, and said coldly, "You'll pay for the Tyrant's life!"
Ku Daoshi couldn't breathe, and his face turned red. He anxiously said, "If I could kill the Tyrant, would I be poisoned? Would I let you bully me? "
The three of them heard this, and couldn't help but look at each other.
Yuan Fushun stepped forward and pressed on Ku Daoshi's chest, and closed his eyes to feel for a moment. Then, he opened his eyes, and said with a bitter smile, "This person's internal organs are in disorder, his meridians are blocked, and the Gate of Heaven hasn't opened. He's a mortal through and through."
Lu Hanqing knew that Yuan Fushun's Dharma Access was extremely sensitive to energy, and there was no one in this world who could hide from his detection. Lu Hanqing immediately believed most of what he said, and let go of Ku Daoshi in frustration.
Ji Hyun-woon gritted his teeth, and said angrily, "Let's go back and settle the score with the Fengtian Sect!" Then, he turned and left.
Ku Daoshi waited until the three of them were far away, and suddenly his face darkened, and he shouted loudly, "Bai Xing, Bai Xing, you ingrate, come out now!"
The little Daoist boy walked in timidly, but before he could reach the front hall, he was kicked by Ku Daoshi, and fell to the stone path in the courtyard. The rain poured down on her, and her slender body looked very helpless.
Ku Daoshi's face darkened, and he walked up and kicked her again, "Jinx, jinx, I really regret it. I picked you up, but you don't even know how to do odd jobs, and you only know how to betray me. Now, you even dare to poison me together with someone else. You're really good! "
The more he spoke, the angrier he became. He kicked her again, and hissed, "Why don't you just poison me to death? If you like that Yan Li so much, you should go to him now, go! "Seeing the little girl curling up, and not moving, he suddenly made up his mind," Go! Go to Yan Li now! "
Seeing that she still didn't move, he roughly pulled her up, and pushed her towards the door, "Get out, get out, get away from me, don't let me see you again!"
The little girl panicked, and her small eyes were filled with tears. Her dirty little hands tightly grasped the corner of Ku Daoshi's clothes, and no matter how hard Ku Daoshi punched and kicked, she refused to let go.
"I won't take a burden like you with me anymore, get out of here!" Ku Daoshi roared, and suddenly pulled her dirty little hands away, and ran out of the door.
The little girl held the giant axe, and struggled to catch up.
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