After rebirth, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 500 The Poor Monk Will Never Arouse the Kindness in Your Heart

"If we want us to believe in a holy monk who has violated the precept of adultery, it is simply a ridiculous joke, hahahahaha..."

"That's right, he's just a shameless guy with a hypocritical face. While talking about high-sounding Zen principles, he has an affair with a witch. He..."

Before the man finished speaking, his eyes widened suddenly and he fell quietly to the ground.

There was a small bloodstain on his neck, and at this moment, thick blood gushed out.

Seeing this, his companion took out the weapon on his body without any explanation.

Yin Jiuqing was bloodthirsty all over, and the whip in his hand was thrown out violently, rolling out a gorgeous arc.

Li Cang tried his best to return to reality from the trance, staring blankly at the Jialan man on the ground with a pair of eyes staring at him, and exclaimed, "Xiao Jiu don't want it!"

Yin Jiuqing's head was full of the words that slandered him endlessly just now, and he could no longer hear the other voices in his ears.

Mixed with the sharp sound of weapons clashing, accompanied by a strong smell of blood, someone yelled loudly from time to time, with an unbearably painful voice, completely messing up the dilapidated inn.

She didn't know why she was angry, whether it was these people's seemingly unrestrained but heart-to-heart words that scared her, or she was angry at herself for really ruining his reputation for the rest of his life.

Drag him into the mortal world and taste all the bitter fruits in this world.

Li Cang stood behind her in a daze, watching the Jialan people in the inn fall down one after another with horrified eyes.

The blood splattered on his face and his eyes, dyeing his whole body dazzlingly.

The smell of blood filled his nostrils made his heart throb.

Yin Jiuqing's black eyes looked indifferently and seemed to be out of focus, without a trace of light.

At this moment, she gave the people present a kind of trembling from the inside out. If they met her eyes, their souls would be completely sucked into the ghostly hell, and what they were waiting for was that they would not be reborn forever.

Li Cang finally took a staggering step back.

Yin Jiuqing's eyes slowly fell on him, seeing his disappointed expression, her lips parted, but she couldn't utter a single syllable.

When she heard those words, she lost her mind.

Li Cang suddenly laughed, a very short and light sneer, filled with endless desolation.

"The poor monk originally thought that being by your side all the time would prevent your clothes from being stained with innocent blood."

His complexion was almost transparent and pale, and the coldness in his eyes hurt Yin Jiuqing's eyes.

"Monk..."

She took a step forward, and he took a step back, avoiding like a snake and a scorpion.

After a short distance, he looked at her, his lips parted slightly, and the words he uttered no longer had the tenderness of the past.

Yes, it is bone-piercing cold.

"It's the poor monk's mistake. Everyone's palm has already carved the pattern of fate. Even if you use a sharp knife to scratch it, you can't change the doomed ending, just like..."

He stared at her coldly, "The poor monk will never be able to arouse the kind thoughts in your heart."

Yin Jiuqing stared at him blankly, her eyes were suddenly sore at this moment, and before she could speak, tears burst out of the embankment.

He didn't say another word, but walked out resolutely.

Yin Jiuqing faltered a bit, raised his foot and wanted to chase him out.

At this time, a group of cavalry quickly stopped at the door of the inn.

Someone quickly entered with the imperial decree, "Yin Jiuqing accepts the decree."

Seeing the emperor's imperial decree suddenly approaching this distant place, everyone knelt down in panic.

(End of this chapter)