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Chapter 1427: Seizing the Bridge and Blowing Up the Waterway (XVIII) [Seeking a Monthly Ticket]

"you--"

Ms. Yuan's voice was hoarse and piercing, with a hint of fear.

Yes, fear.

She found that the moment Jimo Qiu reached his hand between her eyebrows, something deep in her soul was gently touched. Even though she tried her best not to think about it, all the memories about the Arrow of Time flashed through her mind rapidly. She even overlooked some small details, and the speed of flipping through the pages became faster and faster as time went by.

This uncontrollable humiliation and powerlessness reminded her of the day when she was bought by Yuan. The sarcastic old woman carried her like a chicken to wash, her slanted eyes full of contempt and her face full of impatience. The force of her hands rubbing her flesh was so strong that it almost scraped off a layer of her flesh. She could not forget the look in her eyes. She was not looking at a person, but a worthless beast.

As soon as she took charge of Yuan's family, she used the same method to deal with the old woman. Unfortunately, the old woman was too old to be polished, and when she was washed with the wire wire, wisps of yellowed human flesh floated on the blood in the wooden barrel.

The powerlessness now is even greater than before.

She made a bellows-like hoarse sound in her throat, trying to mobilize all her strength and holding Jimo Qiu's hands with her skinny hands. She didn't notice the ripples in the eyes of the young man in front of her, and his brows seemed to be shrouded in a hazy mountain mist: "I didn't want to accidentally peek into the lady's secret, but there is one thing I can't help but say - the lady's experience is certainly sympathetic, but there is a reason for injustice, why torture her?"

Why did Gong Xichou never become obsessed with killing?

Because the tribe follows the will of heaven.

Killing and survival are one of the rules of heaven and earth.

As the high priest, Jimo Qiu put these into practice thoroughly. Although he looked gentle and gentle on the surface, and his blood debts were far less than Gongxi Chou's, he did not think from the bottom of his heart that there was anything wrong with him depriving other creatures of their lives.

It is not wrong to follow the will of heaven.

Kill but do not abuse living beings, as abuse of living beings is the source of karma.

Because Yuan Nujun's associations were also active in her mind, Jimo Qiu could not help but take a few glances. The information in these glances was extremely visually impactful - human skin and fat floating on the turbid water, internal organs and meat paste hanging on the wire ball, only a little flesh and bones were left after being rubbed, and the hideous and twisted old face...

The pain this person suffered was far worse than lingchi.

Lingchi is said to require 3,600 cuts, but in reality, the person would die of pain or excessive blood loss if they were cut dozens or hundreds of times. It is impossible for so many cuts to be made. However, the old woman in the picture is different. Her right hand is fixed to the edge of the barrel by a thick rope, and the palm that is as thin as a chicken claw is held by a white and tender hand that appears in sight. The owner of the tender hand is continuously supplying the old woman with pure martial energy.

It was this martial spirit that saved the old woman from being tortured to death.

Ms. Yuan was furious and couldn't stand outsiders pointing fingers at her.

"You are not me, how can you know my hatred?"

The young man withdrew his hand, having obtained what he wanted.

"Hate is not a golden ticket that will save you from death for your reckless and rebellious behavior." The young man's eyes seemed to be filled with compassion, and he did not show any anger even when he saw such a shocking scene. "You died because of me today, and your inheritance is cut off because of me. I owe you a cause and effect. But don't worry, I will find you a disciple with a good character, conduct and talent, and I will never let you regret it in your grave."

Ms. Yuan's already overflowing anger continued to spiral out of control.

She didn't know where she got the strength from, but she grabbed Jimo Qiu's arm tightly with her skinny hands, her nails almost digging into the young man's flesh.

"What does 'good character, conduct and talent' mean?"

The sound echoed over the battlefield like a ghost crying blood.

Although Yuan Nujun hated her bad luck for having this special bloodline, which led to her being bullied by the fish, she was more proud of her luck for being able to transform from a prey to a hunter. She had seen too many ordinary people being exploited.

In troubled times, if you don’t have the strength, you can only be a menu.

It is not uncommon for several members of a family to cook in the same pot.

Jimo Qiu's words hit her sore spot directly.

Gu Chi and the others took a deep breath, and they were also a little wary of Jimo Qiu's attitude. They had to be wary. This high priest usually looked gentle and harmless, but who knew he was so rude. Three times is the limit, and he used words to provoke this Lady Yuan one after another, forcing her to die together. Even when she was about to die, he still chased her to kill her.

Insult the other person for having a bad heart, bad character, and low talent.

If they were Yuan Nujun, and were treated like this by Jimo Qiu, the hatred they felt would not be washed away even if they drank ten bowls of Mengpo soup.

Jimo Qiu looked puzzled: "Tell the truth."

Ms. Yuan's expression became even more hideous and distorted.

Jimo Qiu could even hear the sound of the other person's teeth being bitten off.

"...Anger hurts the liver. The lady had previously burned her own Danfu, and she also forced herself to shoot the bow at the cost of her life span. Her meridians are as fragile as paper. If you don't pay attention, your blood and qi may flow backwards..." Yuan Nujun is already at the end of her life. If she calms down, she can live a little longer. If she continues to be angry, she may die on the spot. Jimo Qiu only wants to win, not necessarily the other party's death. He put his words into action. He persuaded her with his mouth, and waved his sleeves to invite a gentle mountain breeze to wrap up Yuan Nujun, and sent her back to the stone fort safely.

Even until her feet touched the ground, Yuan Nujun was still in a daze.

When he came to his senses, his rage returned.

She tried to stand up with trembling hands, but her body wouldn't allow it. She fell to the ground halfway through and vomited a large mouthful of blood, which splattered on the ground. She felt an unignorable stabbing pain in her chest and heart, and her brain seemed to be hit by a hammer. She saw things in black and white: "How dare you humiliate me like this - how dare you humiliate me like this!"

Everyone else just watched coldly.

Only the wizard sighed and raised his hand to touch her vest.

As soon as the martial energy entered her meridians, he knew that she was already exhausted. There were only ashes and debris left at the Dan Mansion, and the meridians in her body were broken and shattered. She was doomed today: "Why did you do this, Lady?"

The Central Allied Forces used favors and interests to force them to fight. Wouldn't it be enough if they just did the work but didn't put in any effort? How could one's life be more important than the world? The other veterans were either watching or slacking off, while those who really put in the effort had to pay with their lives. Why bother?

How could Ms. Yuan listen to these words?

The wizard saw a tear of blood flowing from the corner of her eye and immediately shut up.

Then again, the young man on the other side was really vicious, he really stepped on where it hurt, and he always hit it right. If his opponent was not Gongyang Yongye but Jimo Qiu, the master felt that his years of meditation would collapse.

He chanted the Buddha's name in deep silence: "Amitabha."

As he said this, he closed his eyes and sat cross-legged.

He was twirling his Buddhist beads, preparing to recite the mantra of rebirth in the Pure Land to Yuan Nujun a few times. In fact, as a monk, he did not really believe in the existence of past lives or salvation. He just thought that if he recited it more often, his mind would calm down, so he took it as a comfort.

I just twisted a Buddhist bead and had to open my eyes helplessly.

"The kid across from me is really cruel. He kills people and breaks their hearts."

Don't ask him why he said that, because he just felt a very familiar wave between heaven and earth, a wave that belonged to the Arrow of Time. The only known heir of the Arrow of Time in the world, Lady Yuan, was here, and she was barely alive, so this wave could not have been caused by her. Then, the answer was obvious -

Above the sky, the decorations on the young man’s military uniform fluttered in the wind.

A crack appeared in the sky above him, and a shadow emerged from it, almost able to stand on the ground with its feet and the sky above its head. The shadow was dressed in a gorgeous robe, holding a bow in one hand and plucking the string with the other.

It is completely synchronized with Jimo Qiu's movements.

The waxing and waning of the moon and the rise and fall of the tides can be seen in the bowstring.

The full moon penetrated into the long arrow and pointed directly at the stone fortress.

The Mage and others: "..."

Yuan Nujun stared at the scene in the sky with her eyes wide open, not wanting to believe that she would see this arrow from someone else's hand. She had spent her whole life trying to get it, but someone else just casually hooked her finger. How could she face this, how could she believe it?

"Impossible!" "This is impossible!"

She screamed and held her head, her voice was harsh and sharp.

Until it stopped abruptly at the peak, with eyes wide open, she died with eyes open. And at the moment she died, Jimo Qiu also opened his thin lips and said gently and politely: "Please teach me."

The shadow behind him also released the bowstring.

The arrow left the bow without a sound or a response.

A buzzing sound forcibly suppressed the noise of the entire battlefield.

The wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, and a ray of light broke through the sky.

The light passed through the giant's shadow and fell behind him, casting a layer of hazy and lustrous light. Just looking at this scene, one would think that it was a god descending to the earth, but as people who were facing the young man directly, the mage and others clearly felt the lethality contained in this arrow.

Their intuition told them that this arrow was not aimed at the stone fort guards, but at them. If they couldn't catch it, they would die! The unprecedented threat of death stimulated everyone's head! They didn't dare to continue to stand by and watch.

Everyone, including the mage, took action together.

"How dare you show off in front of your grandfather!"

Dozens of rays of light of various colors shot straight towards the arrow from the direction of the stone fortress.

The strange thing was that the two arrows did not collide, and there was no expected explosion. The arrow very calmly penetrated the crowd of obstacles and went straight to the face of one of them. The latter wanted to dodge but was shocked to find that his aura was locked by force, and he could only watch his spirit platform being pierced by something. The mage was shocked and turned his head to see a boy in familiar clothes with his heart pierced and nailed to the stone wall by an arrow. His eyes were wide open and his breath was completely cut off.

In just a few breaths, the boy's body shrank visibly, from a teenager, to a young child, and then to a three-headed baby.

In the end, not even a corpse was left.

All that was left was the rag tombstone pinned to the wall.

Jimo Qiu's pupils trembled slightly, and he seemed to be surprised by the power of this arrow. However, he did not hesitate and drew his bow again to find the next target: "Don't panic, gentlemen. If the quiver is empty today but you are still alive, it is God's will. I will not make things difficult for you!"

Luo San: "..."

The arrow of time consumes one's lifespan, so where does the quiver come from?

The power of the arrow just now even exceeded his inherent cognition. Why was this kid Jimo Qiu not affected at all?

Can he even fire the second bow without stopping?

Shen Tang also realized this: "High Priest!"

Jimo Qiu paused, and the bowstring, which was not even a full moon, broke without warning. The bowstring bounced and hit his cheek, leaving a red mark that almost went through his right eyebrow to his jaw. The pain made him close his eyes and gasp. However, this change was not because of Shen Tang's words, but because Jimo Qiu looked up at the sky, and then looked down at the silver bow in his hand, which was turning into dust.

As the bow and arrow disappeared, the Dan Mansion's surging martial energy also plummeted, and soon fell from the 20th-rank Chehou to the 18th-rank Dashuzhang. The cracked sky curtains closed one by one, and the figures standing tall also disappeared. Jimo Qiu knew that it was "Him" who was causing trouble.

Even though Jimo Qiu had a good temper, he was still a little annoyed.

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For the first time in his life, he missed the Heavenly Dao that disliked him.

Heaven would at most care about his mouth. If he dared to be disrespectful, the heavenly thunder would warn him, but it would not really kill him. It was a bit annoying, but it was harmless. He had obviously cheated based on his own ability, but now this "Him" tore up one of his papers after another.

Jimo Qiu closed his eyes and adjusted his mood.

Anger hurts the liver. If you don’t feel resentful, your arms won’t be able to twist your thighs.

No matter how great the hatred is, it will not be settled until His Highness returns to the throne.

The enemy obviously does not have this consideration.

They were shocked by Jimo Qiu's first arrow, and when they saw Tianmu shoot the second arrow, they couldn't help but feel a little hopeless. Who knew that the situation would turn around, and this guy would be backfired and injured at the critical moment. If they didn't kill him now, when would they wait?

Waiting for him to recover would put his own life in danger?

Everyone looked at each other in tacit understanding and reached a consensus in an instant.

"kill!"

No one knew better than them how much harm the Time Arrows posed to the other side. They wanted to kill Jimo Qiu while he was still weak, so that they could rest easy! So, dozens of rays of light did not stop at all and went straight to the same target - Jimo Qiu!

Luo San took action and blocked two of the rays of light.

He shouted, "Are you still distracted? Here comes the one who will kill you!"

The powerful sound waves made everyone's mind clear.

Jimo Qiu was among them. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the enemy approaching rapidly. He waved his hand to summon thick fog and mist, condensed the energy into a spear, and the spear shot out like a dragon. His figure flashed, and a dragon-shaped red light appeared on the horizon, and a spear crashed into the stone fort.

What calm?

What do you mean keep calm?

He is very angry now!

"You guys also bully me like this?" There was a hint of grievance in the young man's calm voice. He was really aggrieved today. It was clearly not his fault, but "Him" couldn't stand to see him get ahead and tore up his paper twice. Did he still follow the law?

The wizard, who used the excuse of hiding at the back, nearly sprained his ankle.

What does "bully him" mean?

Does he want to hear what nonsense he is saying?

Wasn't he bullying others from the beginning to the end?

The fat white monk tightened his robes and sighed, "I have done my best and I am worthy of my benefactor."

The fighting generals have also come on the field, so it cannot be considered as inaction.

He was just thinking about going to the rear to fish in peace, but he found that a scarlet mushroom cloud suddenly exploded into the sky behind the stone fort.

The scorching heat almost burned his face.

He dodged and retreated several times, barely able to dissipate the frontal impact. Just as he stood firm, a blinding white light rushed out from the direction of the mushroom cloud, and the sharp spear force almost passed by his eyebrow. The mage used extraordinary flexibility, bent his waist more than 180 degrees, and dodged in the opposite direction like a spirit snake.

Unexpectedly, the visitor was not a pushover.

The gunfire approached a second time.

At the same time, there was a biting cold, which froze people's backs. A dozen mages retreated to barely open up a little distance, and their peripheral vision quickly swept across the front and back of the stone fort, wondering how this person got up from behind the extinct birds.

The Allied forces didn't notice anything at all!

Looking closely, I found that the person coming was actually a young and handsome man.

The other party seemed to be surprised as well, with a flash of surprise in his eyes, and then covered by cold murderous intent in an instant. The shadow of the gun passed by, and layers of ice flowers exploded on the path. The seemingly beautiful little gadget was actually full of murderous intent, and the slightest touch would freeze the blood into smoothies!

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