Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

"It's just the last struggle of the Son of Luck. It doesn't matter. It just saves me an excuse to start a rebellion."

Song Yun sneered, "Using the weapons made by Fu Guanci to attack the soldiers he tipped off, guess who will bear more blame?"

0052 calculated the odds of winning with fewer people, and put his heart at ease, praising: [The host is smart. ]

[But to trick Fu Xiuyuan into doing something, and promise him to exchange Fu Guanci's fate with his...? ]

This question was really an idiotic one. Song Yun almost couldn't help rolling his eyes. "If a useless thing dares to go against me, then I will make sure he never comes back!"

"Okay, get everything ready. It's time for us to go meet this son of luck."

He pushed open the door, and a sea of ​​people filled the entire courtyard, ready to respond to his orders.

The convenience brought by the identity is fascinating, and Song Yun never thinks there is anything wrong with what he does.

The strong prey on the weak, the strong survive and the weak fail. Isn't it an honor to be able to make sacrifices for his great cause? ?

"Let's get started sooner rather than later, before those people from Sun Moon Valley ruin my plans."

【Yes. 】

"Yes!"

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Fu Xiuyuan had no idea at this moment that his life had already been forced to the edge of the cliff.

He had been waiting for news from his master, from day to night, and from night to early morning.

Now, he was feeling depressed and a mouthful of dark red blood burst out of his throat. Only then did he realize that he might have been tricked.

Not only was he being fooled, his vision was blurry and even his fingertips were shaking, which any fool would know was a sign of poisoning.

Instantly, Fu Xiuyuan's face turned pale as paper, and he almost screamed: "You beast, how dare you play tricks on me?!!!"

Did he forget his body...

and many more?

Qi Xiangxun’s identity must have been exposed. Then what kind of identity does he have as the illegitimate son of an unknown person who escaped from Tiangong Mansion early?

No, he and Qi Xiangxun have other forces, he is not useless!

"boom!"

"Recycling, recycling~"

The puppet man who was lurking alone beside Fu Xiuyuan by Shen Zhinian, after receiving the order, came quietly behind the person concerned.

The hand rose and fell, and the hard wooden hand hit his head.

Fu Xiuyuan, danger.

Being carried out on his shoulders, if he had not fainted at the moment, he would have discovered that the door of the room was already piled with corpses, the ground was soaked with blood, and it was difficult to find a place to stand.

Obviously, Fu Xiuyuan's plan 2 was doomed to be a tragedy.

Mr. Puppet upholds the fine tradition of spies, and with a magical operation of "my door is always open", he successfully replaces a large number of puppets brought by Shen Zhinian.

No matter how many tragedies there are, they are nothing compared to the person dying at this moment. When he wakes up again, the first thing he sees are a few faces that are so familiar that they cannot be more familiar.

Duan Tinghan and Fang Wushuang, who tortured him to death, and Fu Guanci, who was physically and mentally exhausted from intimidation.

There is also a culprit puppet who repeats humiliating words in a cute and adorable way: "Master, waste recycling~"

Fu Xiuyuan suddenly realized, and burst into a wise emotion like hindsight, crying and crying: "It's you, you are in the same group with him!"

No wonder, no wonder he had to be tortured so much to remove the poison, and they also said that he needed to go through a forty-nine-day treatment course.

When they were laughing at his joke, they were actually secretly happy, right?

Fang Wushuang pursed his lips. He really wanted to shake the water out of this guy's brain. How could they be secretly happy? It seemed like they were making fun of him openly.

There is no need to deceive yourself to such an extent.

"No wonder since you showed up, the poison in my body has not been cured for more than a month, and my body is getting weaker and weaker. I even vomited blood just now."

The more Fu Xiuyuan spoke, the more he felt something was wrong: "I hired you to treat me. If you betray me, I'm afraid no one will trust you anymore if the news gets out."

"For the sake of Fu Guanci, have you even disregarded your reputation?"

"Whatever benefits he promised, I, Fu Xiuyuan, will give you three times as much. Now, detoxify me immediately!"

……

"He is actually a hidden deformity, right?"

Shen Zhinian held it in for several seconds, but still couldn't help it. He moved to the side of Fu Guanci and whispered loudly: "It's like that, emm...his biological father had some unspeakable defects, and in the end, it was double inherited to him..."

Fu Guanci laughed a little: "Tsk, how pitiful."

The two doctors said that they had never regretted doing anything before, but now they officially regretted it. They shouldn't have tortured this guy while treating him to teach him a lesson. Look, this even made him high.

The people were hired by Madam Fu, the money was paid by Madam Fu, and the poison in Madam Fu was also given by the other party. How shameless does he have to say that he hired them?

The first thing Duan Tinghan learned when he entered the valley was that villains die because they talk too much.

Although he didn't quite understand why his senior sister metaphorically described their small group as a villain team, this didn't stop him from firmly believing in it and he would never waste words if he could take action.

Naturally, there is no such thing as the beauty of dying with a clear understanding of the good (bad) (good) (things) (looking for) quality (things).

So, Fu Xiuyuan, who returned to his happy hometown, put his head into the back of his head, felt severe pain and fainted.

"Who is this?" Master He, who arrived late, didn't know anyone, but out of politeness, he still asked.

Duan Tinghan didn't quite understand this polite behavior, but he still replied in simple and easy-to-understand words: "Master, you can understand it as the second generation of Duan Tingzhuo."

Buy one get one free people, don't waste memory storage,

He Qingyu just said "oh" and nothing else.

Only the new arrival Fu Xiuyuan was left to travel thousands of miles to find his father, and he was closely tied to Qi Xiangxun.

What a touching story of father-son love, and another day of harmony and friendship.

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This day will be one that everyone will remember.

On a sunny afternoon, after burning down the courtyard he bought some time ago, a certain stupid villain once again became wealthy and bought a new house.

However, unlike its clean exterior, its interior emanates a terrible stench.

The smell was so unpleasant that the people with low psychological tolerance almost committed suicide with knives!

"How is this possible... How is this possible!!!"

Song Yun almost used all his strength to finally break free from the wooden barrel filled with unknown liquid.

With a loud "bang", a complex and indistinguishable liquid stained the ground, and in the center of the broken barrel was a shriveled naked body.

Song Yun seemed to have been shocked. When he went in, he was a healthy and lean male body. When he came out again, he seemed to have been drained of all his energy.

How can you tell his gender? He's just a stick figure now!

Also stunned by this scene were the subordinates who were diligently cutting black dog blood and rooster blood.

“What…what on earth is going on…?”