Who wouldn’t make money now that they’ve all ascended?

Chapter 131 Marry her as your wife
The face that Jiang Su and Jiang Feng saw just now was exactly the same as the face of the Sikong family leader in the illusion. They were afraid that the kid would find out, so they quickly put the mask back on.

But the little boy... was curious and took off the mask again, so he saw the "dad" he had dreamed of up close and personal.

Jiang Su and others coaxed Xiao Zaizi for a long time before he could hold back his tears and follow them to interrogate Sikong's details.

The gray-robed Taoist was silent for a moment. Perhaps forced by the looks of several people, he sighed and said, "I am."

"However, I have no grievances with you, so there is no need for you to tie me up like this."

He shook his head and the mask naturally fell to the ground.

Jiang Su's eyes were cold, and he twitched the corner of his mouth and taunted, "We have already killed each other in the illusory formation of the Sikong family, how can we still say that we have no grievances and no hatred?"

She raised her head slightly, revealing the scars on her thin white neck, "Is it possible that this was caused by hanging myself?"

Sikong's eyes were dim and unclear, "I didn't mean to trap you. I already placed the illusory formation there."

Jiang Su's eyes were like daggers, and he suddenly smiled, "So even calculating the timing of my weapon refining, stealing fairy materials, and arranging formations, is it a coincidence?"

"Master Sikong, you were not like this before."

Her tone was extremely cold, "Hey, why does Zhang Yingyue fall in love with you?"

Just saying this, the man suddenly struggled to open the rope, and veins popped out on his forehead.

In the blink of an eye, he took a deep breath and said forbearingly, "I don't know who is in this secret realm. They have worked so hard to dig out my past, but they are willing to fall into an illusion that drags the entire secret realm monks into it."

"I can only say that the matter between me and Yingyue is in the past. People have seven emotions and six desires. I have failed a woman, and I should be made to suffer for this forever."

"However, I have already ascended. I have experienced the inner demon calamity long before I stepped through the void. Now it is useless to use this method to mess with my Taoist mind."

Jiang Su narrowed her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes covering the raging emotions in her eyes. She suddenly said, "Jiang Feng, the kid is sleepy. Please hold him for a while."

Jiang Feng's face was gloomy, and he looked at Sikong with a sinister look that wanted to kill someone. He knew what Jiang Su meant, but he just didn't want Zai Zi to lose his composure and be suspicious of this person.

Now this Sikong is obviously not worthy of being Meng Hui's father.

He took the initiative to take the little cub, his sleeves covering his red eyes. Meng Hui raised his head slightly and met Jiang Feng's inquiring gaze.

"..."

I saw that the eyes of this little breast dumpling were full of tears, and she looked at him with big black eyes. The next moment, the teardrops broke and rolled down, and her red face was full of tear stains.

He pursed his lips and his cheeks were bulging, probably to prevent himself from crying.

Jiang Feng froze, then hugged Zaizi and asked him to carry his body on his back, with his head lying on his shoulder, not looking at Sikong.

After that, Jiang Feng looked at Sikong with more and more fierce eyes, as if a hungry wolf was staring at the food and was about to bite his neck off.

Sikong felt that he was the victim. The female cultivator and sword cultivator in green in front of him wanted to crush him to ashes...

His back felt cold and he was sweating profusely.

"Fellow Taoist, I encountered many people shouting and killing Sikong along the way. It is estimated that this time, my name as a heartless man will be spread throughout the Southern Fire Land."

"But in the final analysis, this is my own family matter and has nothing to do with you."

Jiang Su suddenly stood up, pulled out his double blades, crossed the bonfire, pointed directly at his throat, and sneered, "Your family affairs?"

"What does Zhang Yingyue have to do with you? Is it your family matter?"

Sikong frowned, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. He couldn't bear it anymore and said firmly, "That's my wife, the first wife who was enshrined in my ancestral hall and buried in my ancestral grave!"

She moved her hand slightly, and the knife penetrated her throat an inch deeper, "Your first wife?"

"Haha, Master Sikong, you are really interesting. You said she is your first wife..."

"Then I dare to ask, have you ever married her? Have you given her a ten-mile red makeup? Have you ever paid homage to her? Have you ever expressed your feelings to her?!"

"Master Sikong, just dig a grave and place a memorial tablet for your beloved wife Zhang Yingyue. If you put incense sticks on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, does that count as your beloved wife?"

Jiang Su sneered mercilessly, "Then being your wife is too cheap."

The knife passed through the throat, and blood slowly flowed from the tip.

"According to what you said, if I go to the mass graves and casually bury the people, wouldn't they all be my Taoist companions?" Jiang Su suddenly drew his sword and slapped the man on the face.

Sikong fell backwards. As the blood flowed more and more, the feeling of imminent death hit his heart, which gradually became cold and sleepy.

Jiang Su squatted next to him this time and asked coldly, "What would you do if you were to meet Zhang Yingyue again."

The man closed his eyes, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said silently, "Marry her as your wife."

"..."

Jiang Su pried open his mouth with a knife and fed him a flesh and blood pill.

Then he stood up and stomped on the man's face several times with his foot.

"You don't do anything, and you still marry her as your wife. You think she owes you."

Feeling incomprehensible, Jiang Su kicked the man several times.

"Just talking and not doing anything is a waste."

Jiang Su returned to the opposite side of the bonfire and squatted next to Jiang Feng to look at the little boy.

Jiang Feng sent a message, "What did he say last? Your throat was cut and you couldn't hear the sound."

Jiang Su Chuan said, "Unlucky luck."

Jiang Feng: Then tell me how unlucky it is.

Jiang Su squatted in front of the little boy and poked his chubby little face with his slender fingers.

The meat on his face swayed slightly when he poked it, and his little red lips were still slightly pursed. Jiang Su couldn't help but think of the tender and juicy steamed buns.

"elder sister……"

Meng Hui raised his head, his face covered with tears, his big eyes blinked, and he cried pitifully, "I don't want to mess with this daddy."

Jiang Su subconsciously glanced at Sikong beside the bonfire and saw that he still had his eyes closed.

She stretched out her hand and pulled off the red rope on the kid's head, and rubbed his little knots randomly, "Okay, then we will go back early tomorrow morning. Do you want to go back to your mother, or do you want to go back to Shifangmen?"

Meng Hui's eyes were lonely and he said in a milky voice, "I want to mess with my mother."

"Okay, then I'll send you back to Middle-earth."

Jiang Feng had frowned from beginning to end, but now he sighed deeply and patted the little kid on the back comfortingly.

Jiang Su rummaged through his storage bag and took out an oil paper bag, "Can you eat the lotus cakes that are the most delicious food? There are also some dried plums."

As soon as the oil paper bag was opened, the sweet smell of lotus cake floated into the nostrils of several people. The little boy swallowed and took out three pieces with his little hand.

"Brother Jian, eat."

"Sister, eat."

"Hui Hui, eat."

Jiang Feng looked at the lotus cake handed to him by Zai Zi, paused, and finally took it.

Jiang Su also followed Zai Zi's wishes and took the lotus cake.

The three of them took a bite at the same time and savored it carefully. No one said anything.

Jiang Feng: Why am I Brother Jian (cheap)!

Jiang Su: I’m not familiar with you.

Jiang Feng: I took care of him for nine months! You took care of me for two months!

Jiang Su: The white moonlight is shining~

One word from my family, scumbag dad, it’s a must! crematorium!