The Hierarch Has a Black Moonlight

A majestic roar burst out, and the fat young master subconsciously trembled. He was gradually becoming timid, but he still hesitated.

These days, there are too many swindlers who are cheating and abducting. The government can catch three or five of them every month, and they all pretend to be decent. All property is enshrined.

But even so, there are still people who have jumped into the trap one after another, acting as unwarranted believers of ghosts and gods, and the fireworks money has not been enshrined to which ancestor.

Especially those who are terminally ill, poor and sickly. Most of them need some faith support when they are in desperation.

What's more, this fat young master is full of fat, probably the family has a lot of money and clothes, and lives a leisurely and enjoyable life, so he can't bear this little life at all.For this kind of person, as long as you scare him, you should cry and beg yourself to save his life.

"The poisonous gas has been traveling through your veins for three hours. If you don't believe me, take a good look at your chest."

Wu Jin said it seriously, the fat young master was so frightened by her, and he didn't care about etiquette and shame, he tore off the clothes on his chest on the spot.

"Ah!" The thick and long black lines that suddenly appeared on the chest were clearly three points darker than the night!It's like ink stains that have been stroked by a brush, but no matter how much you stretch out your hand to wipe it, you can't wipe it off. Instead, it hurts when you press it, and the fat young master took several breaths. "The gods save me! The gods save me!!"

When did this happen?You won't really be dying, will you? !The fat young master grabbed both sides of Wu Jin's clothes and pulled them anxiously.

"The poisonous gas has already eroded your internal organs. Once it enters your heart, you will die suddenly on the spot." Wu Jin's "fairy" posture was full, and his voice was neither slow nor fast, and his words were thick and clichéd .

Who would have thought that the face of an immature little girl was hidden under the mask of the Tai Sui God?I'm afraid no one is there.

"Fairy, god! Help me!" The fat young master was so frightened that he burst into tears, and there were bursts of pain in his chest, as if he really was dying soon.Seeing that he raised his hand to wipe his face, the back of his hand suddenly had runny nose, Wu Jin hurriedly took two steps back in silence.

"I was originally ordered by Tai Sui to save your life, but who knows that you, a madman, blasphemed the gods, disrespected the gods, touched the power of heaven, how can I save you?!"

"God, I know I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong! Please save me! I will build a temple for Tai Sui in the future, and offer incense to his old man every day!"

It seemed that the fat young master was almost scared. "You took off your clothes."

"what?"

"Don't hurry up!"

The fat young master was afraid of losing his life, no matter how inappropriate he felt, he still stripped half of his clothes and threw them on the ground.

The whizzing night wind brought a bit of chill, he folded his arms around his chest, his upper and lower teeth chattering.

...so fat.Wu Jin looked at his sagging belly and rolled his eyes in disgust: "Belt..."

ah?Do you want to take this off too? !

"The purse on the belt is lost, how can such filthy things of the world be tolerated in front of the gods?"

The fat young master breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly tore off the purse roughly, and threw it on the ground.

When Wu Jin moved his ears, he could still hear the sound of heavy gold falling to the ground. "Okay, you turn your back, I will cast a spell to save you now."

"Don't turn back." A ball of fluffy meat landed on the fat young master's back, he took a bite every few steps, crawled from the base of his neck to his waist, and finally returned to Wu Jin's hands.

"Okay, just turn around."

The fat young master did as he said, and seeing that the black marks on his chest had faded a lot, he quickly stretched out his hand to touch it, and it didn't hurt as much as before.

"I can only help you here. As for your crime of offending the gods and gods, you have to go to the Sanqing Temple to burn incense and kowtow to resolve it."

"Then...that clothes..."

"It's already stained with dust and filth, and I can't enter the eyes of the fairy king!"

"Yes, yes, I'll go right now." For the sake of my life, what is face?Don't wear clothes if you don't wear them. Fortunately, there is no one in the middle of the night.

Wu Jin watched the lump of moving fat go away, bent down to pick up the heavy money bag on the ground, and excitedly pulled it away to take a look——

The shiny gold ingots are crowded together, making a fortune!

This "fat pig" is really rich, and I will slaughter him someday when I run out of money...

The money bag changed hands without any suspense and was tucked into Wu Jin's sleeve, her hand that was about to grab the mask suddenly stopped.

Why don't you just go back to Yan Qimo and see if she still recognizes you?

At this moment, the person Wu Jin was thinking of was knocking on the door of her empty room: "Xiao Jin."

No one answered.

There were two more knocks, but there was still no intention of opening the closed door.Yan Qimo immediately frowned, forcefully pushed open the door and walked in.

No one was there. "Xiao Jin." Yan Qimo called again, her tone was already extremely impatient, and there was a faint suppressed anger rising.

Yan Qimo had always been moody and unpredictable, and after confirming that there was no witch brocade in the room, the mahogany table next to her was shattered into pieces.

Where has she gone?This little pet... Did it escape by itself?

Nightingale, who was standing on the window sill, suddenly felt a chill in the house. She fell under the window with the intention of avoiding the night wind, but unexpectedly, the warm room suddenly turned into an icehouse.

It seems to be... extraordinarily dangerous.The animal's keenness prompted Nightingale to flutter her feathers and quickly leave the room.

Did Wu Jin regain his memory?The anger in Yan Qimo's eyes gradually developed a killing intent, and his memory recovered, so he chose to run away behind his back, right?

Just keep silent and escape when you are not prepared... Oh, what a skill.

"Crack!" The well-endowed flowerpot arrangement turned into a mixture of broken porcelain and mud in an instant, innocently becoming a target for the leader to vent his anger.

A pet that dares to run away, it is best not to be caught by the owner...

Yan Qimo, who was feeling violent, suddenly had a gust of wind blowing by her ears, and a stream of people leaped out of the window and appeared, about to stick to her side.

A mask of indistinguishable gods and ghosts was vaguely reflected in the eyes, and Yan Qimo, who was in a rage, didn't even think about it, just pretended to be another assassin who knew nothing about life and death, and slapped him away without mercy!

"Pfft—" Before the figure stabilized, he was sent flying by a palm and slammed into the wall hard.

The mask was torn apart, revealing the pale face below: "Yan...Yan Qimo..."

Wu Jin spoke intermittently, and a lot of blood overflowed from his mouth.She didn't expect Yan Qimo to strike suddenly, nor did she expect that the palm...was too heavy.

"Where have you been?" Yan Qimo's voice was still cold, freezing Wu Jin's blood like ice.She raised her head in confusion, Yan Qimo... what's wrong?

That pair of eyes seemed to be very angry, so angry that he wanted to peel and cramp himself.

"I...I'll go..." Every time Wu Jin said a word, countless fishy sweet madness spread to his throat, and the dark red blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, dyeing his snow-white neck brightly.

She held down her aching chest, and pulled the money bag out of her sleeve. At the same time, she also felt innumerable sadness and grievances: "Yan Qimo...here...for you..."

Why did Yan Qimo change when she came back after only going out for a while?She just... Did she still want to kill herself...

Wu Jin leaned against the wall weakly, and began to feel pain even when breathing, his chest seemed to explode, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

She felt that when she was seriously injured, Yan Qimo was like a reprimand who watched coldly...

for...why?Wu Jin's mind was spinning for a while, her eyesight was slowly swallowed by the darkness, and the physical and mental blows made her almost unbearable.

Yan Qimo was startled, looking at the purse on the ground, the knotted rope on it fell apart when the brocade was thrown out, and a gold ingot fell out.

...It turned out that I was just going out to play.

Not to run away.

Once the anger in her heart was extinguished, Yan Qimo remembered the palm she had slapped Wu Jin.Looking up, she found that her eyes were hard to open, and the blood all over her body was flowing from that mouth like a fountain of blood.

When Yan Qimo went to hug her, Wu Jin had already passed out completely.He frowns tightly in a coma.

"pain……"

"It hurts..."

The incense candles were burned out one by one, but the person on the bed showed no sign of waking up, instead talking in a daze.

Cold sweat oozes from the forehead layer by layer. The excessive blood loss and long-term lack of water made Wu Jin's lips pale, and there were even traces of chapping.

Seeing this, Yan Qimo frowned in displeasure. After all, Wu Jin's dying state was caused by his accidental injury.

That slap last night, if it was an ordinary person, he would have died on the spot, and he has gone to see Lord Hades.But even Wu Jin lost half of his life, and now he can only lie here unconscious.

Yan Qimo slowly instilled some internal energy into Wu Jin, calming down the chaotic qi in her body.

Two strands of zhenqi in the body collided in one place, Wu Jin could only struggle in a dark dream, his tendons seemed to burst and throbbed, his internal organs were squeezed together, and he was severely grasped by one hand Hold tight.

It's so hot... Wu Jin wondered if the boiling magma in the fire pit poured into his chest, and there were hot little sparks jumping on his skin.

It hurts so much... am I dying...

"Hmm..." Wu Jin bit her lower lip subconsciously, and a tiny opening split open on her already dry and dehydrated lips, and the fishy-sweet liquid was like a clear spring, attracting thirsty people to suck and lick continuously.

Seeing this scene, Yan Qimo, who had never taken care of anyone before, and never thought she would take care of others, finally came to her senses, maybe she should pour some water for Wu Jin.

Yan Qimo filled a glass of water with the teacup on the table, grabbed Wu Jin's back and helped her up.Supporting her body with one hand, and sending the teacup to her mouth with the other hand.

Unexpectedly, Wu Jin's tightly pursed lips did not move, "Xiao Jin, open your mouth." He couldn't even listen to the words, the two lips were tightly closed, and the teacup could not be swallowed even when it was brought to his mouth.

Yan Qimo tried to push the teacup between her lips, but she didn't expect a drop of half a cup of warm water to get in, instead...

It all flowed onto the leader's skirt.

The author has something to say: Xiaoshou was beaten for the first time...don't panic...if there is a first time, there will be a second, third, and fourth time...

It's okay...QAQ, I will give her a chance to call back, don't worry, my mother is fair!Ow! !