This scholar is a bit cruel

Chapter 80 I cut off his head

"Boom——"

It was late at night and everyone was asleep when a spring thunder suddenly sounded outside the window.

Then, a light drizzle began to fall.

Dark clouds began to gather in the morning, but unexpectedly, the rain did not start to pour down until night.

The spring rain is continuous.

I don’t know how long this rain will last.

Luo Zijun was awakened from his training by the sound of thunder and opened his eyes.

The abdomen feels warm, as if there is a fire burning.

Xiaohuan has fallen asleep.

The little girl was lying sideways, hugging the quilt, with one leg and delicate little feet sticking out of the quilt, and a smile on her lips.

I don’t know if it was a sweet dream or the remnant of happiness before going to sleep.

Luo Zijun held her petite feet, kneaded them gently, and put them into the quilt, but heard the little girl mumbling in her sleep: "Sir, dear..."

Luo Zijun looked at her innocent little sleeping face, hesitated for a moment, then leaned over and gently kissed her little mouth.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, it leaves as soon as it touches.

The little girl seemed to be a little itchy. She turned her face away, moved her little mouth, and muttered something.

A smile appeared on her face.

It seemed that in her dream, she was also kissed by the young master.

Luo Zijun looked at the happy smile on her little face, and his mind began to wander again.

If at that time, I finish the task and leave, what should this little girl do?
What should my sister and brother-in-law do?
Did the world suddenly disappear, or did they lose him but continue to live their lives as if they had never had him?
Or is there another him who can fill the gap left by him?
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

reborn……

But after being reborn, what else can he have besides life?
He also has life now.

Moreover, we have family love, loved ones and happiness that do not exist in that world.

There are also senior sisters and friends.

If everything here is true...

Why isn't it true?

Only after coming here did he feel the love of family; only after coming here did he feel the warmth; and only after coming here did he become truly happy and even feel the meaning of life.

Are these feelings all fake?
Is it that only the tragic experience, all the grief and despair at that time are real?

He covered his head and closed his eyes.

Various thoughts, like a tide, continuously flooded into his mind, colliding and entangling violently.

"Maybe... I can stay here forever..."

"The voice in my head did not set a time limit for the mission..."

"As long as Xu Xian doesn't marry the White Snake, and as long as the White Snake doesn't find another partner... then the mission will neither succeed nor fail..."

"Then he can..."

Once this idea came out, it was like a flood that broke through the dam and could no longer be stopped.

But, are these all true?

Really...

Or fake...

There was a buzzing and stabbing pain in my head.

He patted his head quickly, not daring to think about it anymore, and forced himself to make up his mind.

After completing the task, leave immediately!

Wait for the white snake to appear!
He lay down, closed his eyes, and tried his best to calm the emotions in his heart.

Suddenly, he heard a strange noise coming from outside.

He immediately sat up and looked towards the window.

Although it was raining outside, the voice just now was still clear.

It sounded like feet stepping on dead branches.

Ever since his sister and brother-in-law told him those things, every night before practicing, he would break off some dead branches and leaves from the woodshed and sprinkle them in the corners.

The sound just now...

Under normal circumstances, he might not care too much.

But his brother-in-law is not here tonight, so he has to be extremely careful.

He is the only man left in this family.

He must protect them.

He got up immediately, walked silently to the window, hid behind the wall, and looked outside through the gap in the window.

It was dark outside.

The night rain was pouring down, hitting the flowers, plants, trees in the yard, and the broken bowls in the corner, making a crisp sound.

The wind blew the branches and leaves, and the gate of the courtyard occasionally made a clanging sound.

Apart from this, there are no other abnormalities.

He still stood behind the window, waiting motionlessly.

A long time passed.

Just as he let down his guard and prepared to leave, his pupils suddenly shrank!
Under the right corner!
Behind a pear tree, a dark shadow suddenly moved!
The man bent his body and walked slowly towards the house, step by step, like a wild animal ambushing its prey, alert and silent, and seemed to be holding a sharp knife about a foot long in his right hand.

Luo Zijun's heart suddenly tightened!
He immediately went over to put on his shoes, picked up the dagger and medicine bag on the bedside, thought for a moment, then quietly left the room and hid in the darkness of the main room.

Puffs of medicine powder floated silently in the darkness.

The sound of rain outside covered everything.

Soon, barely audible footsteps were heard outside the door.

But because of the rain and mud, there will inevitably be a slight movement when walking on the bluestone slabs.

Luo Zijun clenched the dagger in his hand, his body was like a taut bow, his muscles slowly tightened, silently accumulating all his strength, his eyes fixed on the door.

"Click..."

A soft sound.

The thin, sharp knife, about a foot long, stretched out from the crack in the door.

Then he began to fiddle with the bolt behind the door.

The bolt moved and began to move back silently.

"Plop! Plop!"

At this moment, Luo Zijun's breathing almost stopped, and his heartbeat was particularly clear.

He bent his body slightly, his muscles tensed, his eyes fixed on the bolt that was slowly being pulled open, his legs like a fully drawn bowstring, infused with all his strength.

"Click..."

The bolt was fully unlocked.

But the person outside the door did not come in immediately.

There was silence for a long time.

The man slowly opened the door and walked in silently.

"call……"

The cold night wind, carrying the scent of earth, blew in through the open door.

White powder floated silently in the air.

The man closed the door and looked at the room on the left, then looked at the room on the right.

The door on the right was not completely closed.

Just now, it swayed a little under the blowing of the night wind, revealing a half-hidden gap.

There was a cold light in the man's eyes, and he walked over step by step, holding a sharp knife.

Then he stopped at the door.

Silence for a few breaths.

He reached out his hand and gently pushed open the door.

"puff--"

At this moment, a cloud of white powder suddenly spread out from the darkness beside him. The man was startled and stepped back hastily, waving his hand to sweep it away.

He had just come in from outside and his vision had not yet fully adapted to the darkness in the room. He could only hear a slight sound but could not see the powder.

The powder immediately covered his head.

At the same time, a black shadow suddenly shot out from the corner like an arrow shot from a bow, and a cold light flashed in his hand, stabbing at his throat!
"when!"

The man reacted quickly and swung out the sharp knife in his hand to block and deflect the dagger that was attacking him.

However, the dagger was just a shield and did not have much power.

A fist filled with power suddenly flew out from the darkness and hit him heavily in the chest with a "bang".

The pain came suddenly.

The man groaned, his body shook, and he took two steps back, while the sharp knife in his hand took advantage of the momentum to slash forward fiercely.

However, the black shadow that launched the sneak attack dodged away after a successful strike.

At the same time, a cloud of white powder was sprinkled towards him again.

The door is closed.

The room was dark and the air was full of powder.

The man's vision was blurry.

Without any hesitation, he threw the sharp knife in his hand forward, then opened the door as quickly as possible and rushed out!

He was very fast, and the moment he threw the sharp knife in his hand, it had already swept out.

There is a warrior in the house!
I have to give up my plan for tonight.

But he was confused.

The only people left in the room were Li Zhengshan's wife, brother-in-law, and a maid. They were all weak and helpless. Who could they be?
"Whoosh!"

He endured the pain in his chest and rushed to the right wall at the fastest speed.

There is a low tree there.

As long as he uses the tree for a little leverage, he can climb over the wall and escape from here!

He suddenly jumped up, put one foot on the branch of the tree, and then used the momentum to leap up and easily jumped onto the wall.

But something unexpected happened!
The moment his feet stepped on the courtyard wall, his legs suddenly went weak for unknown reasons, his vision flickered, and he couldn't help falling backwards.

"boom!"

He fell heavily back into the yard.

Mud and water splashed on the ground.

The pain in his back and the cold rain suddenly woke him up.

He was poisoned.

How could it be poisoned?
He struggled to get up from the ground in a panic, but just as he stood up, his legs suddenly went weak and he fell to his knees.

The whole body feels weak.

At the same time, there was severe pain in the abdomen and brain.

Lips begin to turn black.

Blood began to flow from the eyes, nose, and mouth.

He was a little confused.

What kind of poison is this?

At this time, a figure walked out from under the eaves, took a shovel and an axe from the corner, and then walked towards him carefully step by step.

It looks like digging the soil, or chopping wood.

But apparently, neither.

The man came to him, but didn't dare to get close. He first raised the shovel in his hand and hit him hard on the head.

"when……"

The man felt his head was very hard and the echo was very clear.

He finally saw the attacker clearly.

He was a young man, a tall, thin, weak and handsome boy.

"when!"

The boy gave him another shovel.

Blood flowed from his head, blurring his eyes.

Then he saw the boy throw away the shovel in his hand, pick up the axe on the ground, and approach him.

He opened his mouth and wanted to speak.

But a stream of blood suddenly gushed out of his throat, and he felt an excruciating pain in his internal organs.

This poison... is so cruel.

"Shh!"

The sharp axe came with whistling wind and rain, and with a "click", it directly split his flesh and cut into his neck.

He opened his eyes wide and wanted to speak.

But in an instant, his eyes went dark and his head suddenly rolled off his neck.

"Gulu..."

With a splash of blood, it rolled down into the mud on the ground.

"Tick, tick..."

The night rain was pouring down, and the sound of raindrops hit the eaves.

In the small courtyard, silence returned.

At this moment, the light in the room on the left suddenly came on and the window was pushed open with a whoosh.

Luo Jiaorong stuck her head out of the window, holding a knife in her hand, and shouted angrily: “Who is stabbing in the yard!”

"..."

Luo Zijun's mouth twitched, and he said, "Sister, it's me."

Luo Jiaorong was stunned, and when she saw the axe in his hand, she became even angrier: "Hey, you kid, you're not sleeping in the middle of the night, chopping wood in the yard! Are you looking for a beating?"

Luo Zijun: “…”

"It's raining outside, come in quickly!"

Luo Jiaorong put down the knife and prepared to go out and teach him a lesson.

Luo Zijun hurriedly said: "Sister, don't move! Stay in the room and don't come out!"

There is poisonous powder in the main room, please don't let it poison her.

But Luo Jiaorong obviously would not listen to him: "Hey, you dare to order me around! Not only am I going to get out now, I'm also going to whip you!"

"Look, sister!"

Luo Zijun had no choice but to pick up the head from the ground and hold it up to let her know the current situation.

Luo Jiaorong was stunned, stopped, looked out the window and asked, "What is that?"

It's dark outside.

For a moment, she couldn't see clearly, she could only vaguely see that it was a black mass.

"Heads."

"..."

Luo Jiaorong was stunned and was about to scold him, but suddenly she felt something was wrong.

At this time, the headless corpse on the ground was spewing blood, and the strong smell of blood soon drifted over under the blowing of the night wind.

"what……"

Her voice began to tremble and her face turned pale.

"Zijun..."

Luo Zijun comforted her: "Don't be afraid, sister. He is just a little thief. I have already chopped off his head."

Luo Jiaorong: "..."

At this time, the window of another room opened.

Xiao Huan stuck her head out of the window, rubbed her eyes, and asked sleepily, "Sir, whose head did you chop off?"

After asking, the little girl suddenly paused: "Ah, head..."

(End of this chapter)