Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 58 Red Maple
The red maples are stained with blood, the phoenix is ​​singing in the sky, the sound of poems and calls is heard, the people are worshipping together, the Pope is here in person!
Maple leaves scatter like tears of blood. A rare treasure trove of the universe walks slowly, feather fans in hand. A mad, evil thief's steel claws flicker with a cold gleam. Ji Xiaoshuang's swift sword reflects the blood-red sunset. The Yiliu death squad, clad in grim iron armor, crushes the crimson fallen leaves, startling the crows' cries from a distance.

The defeated dog who had lost his home in the past now reappeared before his eyes, adding three points of majesty and gloom. Deng Jiuwu felt only calmness and reluctance in his heart.

Although he tried his best to prevent Hongye Villa from being dragged into the turmoil of the martial arts world, he was well aware that sooner or later, Hongye Villa would be involved in the grievances of the martial arts world because of him. Therefore, every action he took was done cleanly, except for...

One step wrong, but ended up with the current result, who should be blamed? Who can be blamed?

I can only sigh for myself. In the end, I still implicated the one I love. No matter what, I must keep Hongye safe today!
"Beichen Yuanhuang!" Deng Jiuwu looked at the figure surrounded by the Yiliu people, and a thunderous sound rolled out of his throat.

Beichen Yuanhuang, wearing scarlet flame golden crow boots and a twelve-tasseled crown, looked like a jade sculpture. Looking at Madam Hongye, who was being protected in Deng Jiuwu's arms, he sneered and mocked, "I didn't expect that the prince still had a heart for women."

"Deng Jiuwu has long been mentally prepared for the battles of the Jianghu, victory and defeat, life and death." Deng Jiuwu said in a deep voice: "But Hongye has never left the villa. She has always been chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha, and has nothing to do with the affairs of the Jianghu..."

Before Deng Jiuwu could finish his words, Beichen Yuanhuang interrupted him, saying coldly, "Deng Jiuwu, you are also a great hero. How can you be so naive at this moment?"

"Let her go. When you and the Geography Department massacred the imperial city, did you ever spare the imperial subjects? Moreover, if it weren't for your bloody hands, Deng Jiuwu, how could there be such a mountain of red maples? Do you think it's all thanks to her chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha?"

"You!" Deng Jiuwu's face changed slightly. He knew very well that it was a fantasy to let Hongye go given the other party's personality.

But he still wanted to fight for a way out for Hongye... It was Deng Jiuwu who was stained with sin and had blood on his hands, and the one who should pay the price should not be Hongye, who devoted herself to worshiping Buddha and did not kill ants.

"Jiuwu..." Hongye held Deng Jiuwu's hand tightly.

Deng Jiuwu's heart trembled slightly. After taking a deep breath, he looked at Beichen Yuanhuang and said, "Let Hongye go. I will do whatever you want with me. The information you want and the wealth I have accumulated over the years, Deng Jiuwu will offer it to you with both hands. I only ask for Hongye's life."

"Heh." Beichen Yuanhuang sneered disdainfully, and when he raised his hand, a hurricane howled, and thousands of ghosts wailed. A dark purple soul flag emitting wisps of black air rose from behind Beichen Yuanhuang and floated into the air, and the mysterious energy enveloped the entire Hongye Villa.

"Deng Jiuwu, whether you surrender or not, I can see everything in your mind. I will not make the same mistake as you. Pay for my father and the people of Beichen with your life!"

He raised his hand and struck, the situation shifting dramatically. The power of his palm was so intense that even Deng Jiuwu's expression changed. It was hard to believe that in such a short period of time, Beichen Yuanhuang had been transformed to this extent...

In an instant, a possibility flashed through Deng Jiuwu's mind...

There's a pawn shop!

Only a pawnshop could have the ability to transform Beichen Yuanhuang completely in a very short period of time.

Suddenly, Deng Jiuwu felt a sinking sensation in his arms, and was startled. When he turned around, he saw an unexpected heartbreaking scene!
At some point, Madam Hongye opened her mouth slightly and vomited out black blood like ink, and her face was covered with black lines.

This is, poison?! Not the poison on the steel claws, but...

"Hongye, you!" A feeling he had never experienced before surged into Deng Jiuwu's heart. The devilish hero who was famous in the north, at this moment, his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

"Why is it so? Why is it so..."

Tears welled up in his eyes. At this moment, he was not giving away gold and silver, he was not Prince Deng, but Deng Jiuwu.

"Jiuwu, I'm sorry..." Hongye stroked Deng Jiuwu's cheek with a smile on her face.

Deng Jiuwu's hands were covered in blood. She recited scriptures and chanted Buddha's name every day in the hope of eliminating some of Deng Jiuwu's sins. But she was not a foolish woman after all. She also knew that the grudges in the world of martial arts would sooner or later blow into Hongye Villa, and she had already prepared to face all of this.

"No, you shouldn't apologize. It's not you who should apologize!" Deng Jiuwu shook his head repeatedly. At this moment, Beichen Yuanhuang struck Deng Jiuwu with a palm!

Deng Jiuwu did not dodge or react at all. Sadness had already made him forget everything.

Nine-five...

The sound gradually faded away, and only a loud bang broke the silence. Deng Jiuwu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards. Even so, he still held Madam Hongye tightly and refused to let go, just staring blankly at Hongye's gradually dilated pupils.

He still remembered that many years ago, the girl was laughing and playing in the flowers. At that time, he was not even a businessman. No one had expected the changes that would happen later. On the day when the golden and silver palms dominated the northern region, the green lamp in front of the Buddha could not illuminate his bloody hands.

At this time, the sky gradually darkened, and there seemed to be a ray of dark red sunlight in the gray sky with low clouds.

Deng Jiuwu stood in the yard holding Madam Hongye. His internal organs were completely dislocated, his face was as pale as paper, and he gradually knelt on the ground.

"Hongye, answer me, it's all my fault, Hongye..."

Every time Deng Jiuwu said a word, he vomited blood. With each mouthful of blood, his face became paler. In the end, his face was as pale as snow.

Watching the former hero kneel in a pool of blood, Beichen Yuanhuang rolled up his sleeves and knelt, his brow furrowed, feeling the dull weight of a punch hitting nothing. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have believed that the Northland's greatest demon, the Golden and Silver Prince Deng, could be so weak, so vulnerable.

Beichen Yuanhuang had imagined a reunion with Deng Jiuwu. In his vision, he would engage in a fierce battle, ultimately crushing him and personally decapitating him, offering his head before the ruins of the imperial city. But Deng Jiuwu's current state of mind left him completely uninterested.

"The Pope..." Universe Wonders hesitated to speak.

"Send them on their way." Beichen Yuanhuang said coldly. A Deng Jiuwu like this was no longer worth his effort.

"Yes." The Universe's Treasures gave a hand gesture command, and Ji Xiaoshuang and the Crazy Evil Thief attacked again with their swift swords and steel claws, heading straight for the defenseless Deng Jiuwu.

At this moment, an ebony wooden plaque with blood patterns and a scarlet word "Dang" written on it fell out of Deng Jiuwu's arms, but it disappeared before it hit the ground. Then a dark vortex appeared behind Deng Jiuwu.

"Not good!" Beichen Yuanhuang knew something was wrong the moment he saw the card, but when he flew over to save Deng Jiuwu's life, it was too late. He could only watch Deng Jiuwu and Hongye disappear from his sight.

Damn!

Deng Jiuwu, how could he!
Looking at the two people disappearing, Beichen Yuanhuang's heart sank.

As someone who came out of a pawnshop, he knew very well what kind of power a pawnshop wielded.

In the end, I was careless after all. Deng Jiuwu had a pawn, so Shengzong was very likely...

"pope……"

"retreat."

Beichen Yuanhuang gave the order.

If Shengzong also holds the pawn card and has even entered the pawn shop transaction... it seems that the plan must be rearranged.

(End of this chapter)