Chapter 253 (1/2)

Stepping on the moonlit night, looking for the smell left, I finally found Meng Fei's courtyard.

The three meter high wall completely separates the inside from the outside world. In the dark, it has an unspeakable sense of gloom.

Wasted his eyes slightly narrowed, his eyes stayed on the courtyard wall for a moment, then suddenly his feet were a little, and his body had jumped in lightly.

He didn't hide or hide, but just swaggered in.

The night is dark and windy. It's the time to kill.

If you let these scum live, it's really sorry for such a moonlight.

”Who is it?” Just as he drove into the lobby in vain, the guards here suddenly became alert, but shouted.

The wasted eyes narrowed slightly, and the real Qi penetrated into the bottom of his eyes. He looked at the visitor carefully, but he saw that there was a thick blood evil spirit on the person, and vaguely, there seemed to be resentment.

There must be nothing wrong with this hand stained with blood.

So he smiled calmly, but in his smile, there was a touch of senhan's murderous spirit.

”I'm the one who came to pass you!”

The words were faint. It seemed that the man in front of him was already a dead man, and his steps kept on. He flicked between his fingers. A one dollar coin bounced out, right in the middle of the man's eyebrows.

With his mouth open and a touch of disbelief, the man's body softened slowly.

The killing had begun, and he was merciless no longer. As he moved, he went to the secret room where song Heyang and Yuanyang were located.

Several guards, who had already died, were all used as nourishment for the ring. He really didn't have any psychological pressure to kill these people.

Because these people, all damn it!

”Bang!”

He wasted a lot of murderous energy and was preparing for a hard battle, but after kicking the door open, he was stunned by the scene inside.

Mud horse, is this a black eat black? Or bitter meat?

In the secret room, song Heyang and Yuanyang were both dying.

Song Heyang looked even more miserable. His arms were shoulder length and broken. His blood flowed all over the floor. His face was as white as paper. It was obvious that he was dead.

Although Yuanyang looks better than him, it's not much better.

At his chest, a ruler was inserted into the handle and passed through his heart. He was weak and lying on the ground. His whole body was covered with blood. Looking at that appearance, he couldn't tell how many wounds there were on his body.

In fact, what he didn't know was that he forcibly performed the crippled Dharma.

Seeing that Yuanyang had more breath and less air, he didn't bother to mend the knife. Instead, he walked slowly and squatted down beside him: ”Hey, are you exploding chrysanthemums with each other?”

Whether Yuanyang was about to die or was shocked by the words of waste, he rolled his eyes, groaned in pain, and looked at the waste with godless eyes: ”who are you?”

”I was the one who wanted your life, but now it seems that I don't need it anymore.” Wasted people and animals smiled innocuously, and a look of regret filled their faces.

”Help me, I can tell you a big secret!” Yuanyang suddenly struggled, stretched out his bloody hand and grabbed the wasted arm with a bright luster of survival in his eyes.

Although he knew that he was a near death, it was better to live than to die, so there was a glimmer of hope that he would never give up.

”So?” The idle hand gently touched his chin, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

Not that he pretended to be deep, but that he felt a familiar breath in Yuanyang.

There is nothing wrong with this breath, which is the double cultivation of yin and Yang, but the breath on Yuanyang seems strange and evil compared with himself.

Fellow believers!

Almost at the first time, he figured out the problem.

It seems that this man robbed those girls for his yin-yang double cultivation method, but this method is too unscrupulous to take.

But he said there was a secret. It seems to be true. We must ask it clearly.

”Well, tell me, the Buddha is listening. If you coax the Buddha to be happy, you may save your life.”

”You save me, I will say!” Yuanyang knew that if he didn't do it in vain, he would die, so he bargained with him.

”Alas, I thought you were going to hang up. I don't need the poor monk to spend time, so I want you to die slowly, but you have to force the Buddha to kill me. I'm really helpless!”

Waste lightly sighed and looked at Yuanyang sympathetically, but it made Yuanyang suddenly cold in his heart and shook his whole body before he came.

With this, he suddenly raised his right hand, stretched out a finger and shook it in front of Yuanyang: ”have you ever heard of soul searching finger?”