Fuji Avenue

Chapter 123 The Secret Past

Bu Er looked behind him, and the owner of this pleasant voice was none other than Witch Years.

It turned out that she grabbed Buer's hand, used it to mix into the miniature formation, and teleported to this place together.

"Damn it!"

Bu Er's heart beat wildly, he took two steps back, and looked at the witch again.

I saw her sitting cross-legged on the ground, her face was unusually pale, her eyes did not look sharp and decisive in the past, on the contrary, she intentionally or unintentionally exuded a sense of laziness and fatigue, which made her whole person a little softer and more beautiful. A taste of a makeover.

Bu Er swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and took another half step back. The third door was already within walking distance, and he could turn around and escape into it at any time.

However, there is no need to panic for the time being.

Although the witch's cultivation was far higher than Buer's, she obviously had no intention of killing anyone.

Otherwise, you can take advantage of the moment when Fuji fainted just now.

He calms down:
"I don't know what advice you have for me?"

The witch said: "Do you know what is behind that door?"

The only way is not to know.

The witch said: "It's true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. You don't know anything about the world behind the door, and you dare to rush in without any scruples. Isn't it extremely stupid?"

"The world behind the cave?" Fuji asked, "What do you mean?"

The witch did not answer him, but said coldly: "Since you came here, your life is in my palm. You listen to me and do well, and I will naturally protect your life. Do it Not good, killing you is just a snap of your fingers."

After all, close your eyes and stop talking.

The next moment, a gust of wind hit her, and there was a chill on her neck, as well as a slight tingling sensation.

When she opened her eyes again, Wei Buer stood facing her, holding a gleaming sword, the blade of which was touching her neck.

The tip of the sword penetrated slightly into the skin, and a stream of pale yellow blood slowly flowed down from the cut in the skin.

Life and death are only between each other's thoughts, but the witch is not nervous.

In fact, she lost all her skills, and she didn't plan to hide from Wei Bu'er for a long time, but she didn't expect to be exposed so soon.

He asked, "How did you find out?"

Bu Er said: "It's actually not difficult to guess. With our hostile position, you see me fainted on the ground, and there is absolutely no possibility of saving my life. After thinking about it, there is probably only one explanation. It's not that you don't want to kill me, but For some reason, you lost the ability to kill me."

"Just now, when I woke up, I felt a lot weaker out of thin air. I think it was affected by the teleportation formation. Looking back, I was in the formation at that time, and I suffered so much. And you just set aside Son, I'm afraid the backlash will be even more severe, and most of my abilities will be difficult to use for the time being."

"Of course, I wasn't too sure about this inference. But seeing that Your Excellency's face is pale and listless at the moment, I'm [-]% sure."

The witch said: "You said two things wrong. First, I really didn't intend to kill you."

"Secondly, your weakness may be due to the teleportation formation, but I have other reasons. I didn't expect that you would hit the right spot based on this."

Bu Er said: "You can't save your own life with sweet words and procrastination in every possible way. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. You are a cruel and innocent devil. Do you think that you will die here today?"

After hearing this, the witch sneered and said, "What a good and evil will be rewarded in the end, what a cruel and injustice! In this world, when it comes to cruelty and injustice, who else can compare with noble monks?" It means ridicule.

Still want to procrastinate?
Buer sneered, and wanted to stab him with a sword.

"What are you in a hurry for? I don't have the slightest strength to resist right now. Will I die at your hands sooner or later?"

The witch didn't feel panicked at all, but asked him with a smile: "I don't know how to write the first opening of the Puppet Valley 3000 years ago in the history books of your human monks?"

Bu Er Xin said: Everyone knows what happened 3000 years ago, so what else is there to say?

The tip of the sword touched her throat, but she opened her mouth and said in a cold voice: "You can't even save your own life now, so can you still care about what happened 3000 years ago?"

The witch said: "Of course you know better than me what is recorded in the history books of nobles. But it may not be the truth. An elder of my family had personally experienced the battle 3000 years ago. You Daoist Wei would like to hear what he said. ?”

After hearing this, Buer couldn't help feeling a little curious, and thought to himself: "This witch is rambling, most likely she is just delaying time and recovering her strength. But what she said just makes me very curious. Let me just listen. She went on talking, and if there was a slight disturbance, she immediately wiped her neck." He asked her to continue talking.

The witch smiled slightly: "More than 3000 years ago, for the sake of our clan's survival, the elder of my clan, together with more than 100 other clansmen, entered the Hongran Continent through the Puppet Valley through the formation method."

"At that time, their most urgent task was to make a deal with the representatives of the local aborigines, that is, the aristocratic clan alliance. The original plan was to take out the treasures of the clan in exchange for a corner of the aristocratic territory as a living place for the clan. "

"The deal was negotiated quite smoothly at the beginning, and the elders in charge of the negotiation of the noble clan agreed very happily. This matter involves the life and death of the clan, but it can be negotiated so easily. Weeping with joy, thank you again and again.”

"My elder is also a man of love. Seeing that the noble monks are so righteous and unrestrained, I first took out the treasure of my family and handed it over to the nobles as a fixed item. That night, the noble clan alliance hosted a banquet in honor of these more than 100 young people. Seniors, everyone had a good time talking and drinking, so we had a good time."

Hearing this, Bu Er sneered and said: "There are many loopholes, how could the elders of the Hongran Clan Alliance..."

The witch sneered, "How could you sit at the same table with us cruel, bloodthirsty horned demons and have a good time?"

"Although I haven't been there in person, I still find it unbelievable and unbelievable based on my imagination. However, if I think about it, how can there be no gap between a group of foreign aliens in terms of the insidiousness, cunning and scheming of the nobles? Together?"

"Sure enough, the banquet was in the middle of the road, and the wine was in full swing. A senior of the clan suddenly fell to the ground without warning. The clansmen thought he had drunk too much and didn't care. Unexpectedly, after a while, these more than 100 seniors rushed to drink. One by one, they fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, unconscious."

"That night, the aristocratic monks started a massacre, wiped the necks of all my people, separated their bodies, and almost killed them all."

After listening to it, Bu Er felt that her words were full of loopholes, "If you only have such nonsense, I'm not interested at all."

The witch said: "Is it nonsense? One day the truth will come out. You Daoist Wei can think about it. If it is true, as the noble history books say, 3000 years ago, my people entered the Hongran Continent from the Puppet Valley, killing and poisoning all living beings." Why is there no more detailed description in the history books, such as which monks participated in the war 3000 years ago, which monks participated in the nobles, which monks died heroically, and how many people were slaughtered. Why is there no mention?"

"The aristocrats are the most rejoicing, but if there is a little bit of merit, they can't wait to write it all in the history books. Why didn't half a person with a name appear in the history books in the battle 3000 years ago? Why didn't they mention it at all? The indomitable and heroic deeds of noble heroes killing demons and resisting the enemy? How strange!"

(End of this chapter)