Long Aotian [Transmigration Book]

When the knife is approaching, Xiao Yao is not as scared as before.

She held back her chattering teeth, tried her best to look confident, and asked Ye Feizhe, "What good will it do you to kill me?"

Up to now, being shocked by the thunder light and the knife light, Xiao Yao's mind became sober like never before.

To her, the identity of being a mother in trouble is a double-edged sword.

It can not only put her at risk of being attacked by Chu You all the time, but also let her know enough secrets about the disaster.

Thinking so, Xiao Yao's red lips curled into a mocking sneer.

Everyone wants to kill the world, to replace it, to calm the troubles in their hearts.

I know so many things about disasters, how could Ye Feizhe kill himself before he finished talking?

Ye Feizhe originally thought that he would not be able to restrain his urge to kill Xiao Yao.

He loves and hates as he pleases, who in this world would dare to break his taboo and make him unhappy.

But when the matter came to an end, Ye Feizhe was surprisingly calm, and he didn't even change his tone:

"I don't kill you, not because keeping you is good for me."

"It's because keeping you is good for Chu You."

Xiao Yao's eyes suddenly tightened.

Chu You is already a dead end. Under the catastrophe, there will be ten deaths and no life. What else does Ye Feizhe want to do, what else can he do?

She raised her voice, rather than asking Ye Feizhe yelling, it was more like convincing herself: "The world has been ravaged by thunder, how can he still survive?"

Before he finished speaking, the knife on Xiao Yao's neck got a bit deeper, and a line of blood flowed down the narrow and sharp edge.

Ye Feizhe's voice was very light, but the meaning between his eyebrows was very wild. Under the light of thunder, it was even thicker than the blood on the tip of a knife, and it was even more eye-catching: "The road is made by people. The catastrophe is aimed at the blood of the world. This person, not Chu You."

Xiao Yao understood what he said, and gradually became cold all over his body.

Ye Feizhe smiled at her slowly: "You gave birth to Huo Shi, although I don't know what method you used, but it is conceivable that the connection between you and Huo Shi's blood is naturally deeper than others."

"No...not possible."

Sometimes it takes only one sentence to destroy a person's self-righteous confidence.

Xiao Yao too understood what kind of lunatic Ye Feizhe was who dared to think and do what he said, and he could tell whether his words were threats as a joke or if he was serious about doing it.

She kept shaking her head: "The method of stripping the blood of the disaster is too cumbersome, you can't finish it during the thunder disaster. Besides, how did you know the method of stripping the blood of the disaster?"

In the end, Xiao Yao was already incoherent.

Rather than resisting, it is more like self-comforting and begging for mercy.

A stack of snow-white papers fluttered down in front of Xiao Yao's eyes.

The thunder light illuminates every word on the piece of paper, every swipe, every stroke, every mention and every drawing, it's like Heiwuchang who came here like her holding a life-hooking lamp and a soul-destroying lock.

Who would have thought that those fonts that Xiao Yao used to practice hard all night and was proud of would eventually become the culprits who demanded her life.

Ye Fei folded a stack of Xiao Yao's handwriting, and said calmly: "TOEFL, I learned from your study room, thinking that I might be able to use it someday, I have kept it until now."

Xiao Yao suddenly couldn't support his body, and knelt down on the ground.

There are two ways to strip off the blood of disaster, Xiao Yao knows.

The first is to only strip off the blood of the disaster and put it on oneself, then the evil spirit of the person who originally possessed the blood of the disaster will not be suppressed, and the evil spirit will explode and die soon.

The other is to strip off the disaster blood and the evil spirit together, and put them on oneself together.The person who originally possessed the bloodline of the disaster was able to save his life and cultivation, but the person who was placed there would have to endure endless torture from evil spirits.

The first method is simple and trouble-free, while the second method requires far more effort than the first method. Moreover, normal people who have not been trained in the blood of disasters are likely to die suddenly at the first moment when the evil spirit invades the body.

Normal people will choose the first

When Xiao Yao gave birth to Chu You, he wanted to choose the first one.

It's just that she never expected that this method would be applied to herself in this way in the end.

She already understood Ye Feizhe's plan.

First put the blood of the disaster on his body temporarily, so that he can suffer the thunder calamity on behalf of Chu You, and after the thunder disaster is over, he will strip the blood of the disaster from his body and put it back.

In this way, Chu You and his bloodline of misfortune are still in good condition, and the one who suffers and dies is himself.

Xiao Yao knew that if he had a bit of backbone and didn't want Ye Feizhe to succeed, he should commit suicide at this moment, ruining his plan.

It's a pity that Xiao Yao has to bow his knees for a day or two in order to be able to live.

She looked at the god with expectant eyes, and called out, "My lord."

Even if Ye Feizhe is powerful, could he be stronger than the gods?

When Ye Feizhe and Shenzun finished fighting, Chu You should have died under the thunder calamity long ago.

When Xiao Yao spoke, he felt a flash in front of his eyes, and he couldn't tell what was passing by.

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a deafening rumble in her ears.

Xiao Yao went away in shock, it turned out that it was Ye Fei who cut the side peak in half with a knife.

The mud and sand were flying, and the reddish-brown soil seemed to be soaked in blood, and the dust was shaking down one after another, accumulating into mountains.

Xiao Yao's earnest line of sight was cut off so abruptly by flying sand and rocks, under the mud mountain and thunder.

The side peak that was split slowly fell towards the god with a force of a thousand weights.

God Venerable: "???"

What exactly gave Xiao Yao the illusion that he would definitely protect her?

Guaranteed one who doesn't know how to blow rainbow farts, but still secretly engages in small tricks to plan to betray him and kill his subordinates? ? ?

My brain is not sick.

So the deity slowly raised his palm to catch the fallen mountain, his movements were as slow as a mortal old man practicing Tai Chi, and Ye Feizhe didn't believe that he didn't release the water on purpose.

Ye Feizhe chuckled, and sealed Xiao Yao's main meridians and acupoints in order to prevent her from tossing out any more moths. The light between the fingers of the knife tip was like the wind brought by a Kunpeng spreading its wings and soaring ninety thousand miles.

The dark clouds above the head rolled and expanded, and the dense electric light inside had illuminated one side of the sky, but it didn't feel bright, only mysterious.

It is obviously brewing for the second time, brewing a Thunderbolt that will be even more powerful and powerful.

The thunder has not yet appeared, but the power has already appeared.

Go up to the cypresses on the top of the mountain, go down to the mortal houses flying non-stop to dry clothes; go up to the forest white bone sword suddenly stopped in Cangzhu's heart by the great elder, go down to the crying of the child——

All of them showed that the thunder came with bad intentions.

Who dares to face the sky and get angry?

Who can afford to be wrathful?

Who dares to resist the wrath of heaven?

In the very dark cloud, there is a very shallow light, which is the afterimage left by the knife light, as if it has become a clear river that is not afraid of the severe winter heat.

Xiao Yao was one step closer to Chu You, one step closer to Lei Ting, and felt that his death was getting closer, and he felt more terrifying, even more afraid.

She let go of all her dignity and begged Ye Feizhe: "I'll tell you everything, I'll tell you everything I know, please don't kill me."

Ye Feizhe swung his knife and chopped off one or two insignificant branches of Lei Ting, without even looking at her: "I'm not interested."

Xiao Yao still refused to give up, with tears streaming down his cheeks silently: "If you want the bloodline of misfortune, I have plenty of ways to take it out and offer it to you after Chu You dies. Why do you need to go in at this time to match yourself?"

The sound of the knife piercing through the air, colliding with the sound of thunder and thunderbolt, made people's scalp numb for a while.

In the gap between these voices, Ye Fei returned her very brief: "I don't want it."

Xiao Yao knew that he couldn't impress this lunatic at all, so he simply gave up on himself and said violently: "He is a disaster for the world, and he is doomed to have no relatives and no relatives. Either he will die under the catastrophe today, or he will die tomorrow due to the backlash of evil spirit. You are full To help him do so much? What are you trying to do?"

Her last question came to an abrupt end, because the frightened pupils reflected the grand occasion of the thunder at this moment.

The dense thunderstorms were like rain, reflecting the entire sky of the Western Wilderness, no, it was even brighter and more dazzling than during the day.

So many, so dense, and so bright thunderbolts fell together, turning their heads and pouring down like a waterfall of silver water, falling under the mountain peak at their corner.

Those majestic and majestic mountain peaks and the endless wasteland, under the thunder, all turned into small boats floating in the waves, about to topple into fragments.

Ye Feizhe twisted his wrist, and the arc where the blade passed drew a neat full moon, crushing the tributary of thunder, cleanly.

Looking at the figure of Chu You not far away, he only asked Xiao Yao three words: "Are you worthy?"

If Xiao Yao hadn't insisted on going his own way and conceived a misfortune, a tortured child would not have been born.

If it hadn't been for Xiao Yao's lust for profit and killing him, Chu You wouldn't have been greeted with a thunder calamity today.

Xiao Yao wanted to kill Chu You from the moment he was pregnant with him, and he has not stopped until now.

What Xiao Yao brought to Chu You was always pain, misfortune and disaster.

If it is said that Chu You's six relatives were severed, most of them were caused by Xiao Yao.

What is she worthy of cutting off all relatives, what is she worthy of gloating at other people's misfortune and despising Chu You?

Ye Fei folded his hands and threw the last piece of paper to her.

It is the last piece of paper in Xiao Yao's confession, and he wrote it with his own hand, full of ambition, "So under the law of heaven, we only fight for the front line."

Now it seems that God's will tricks people, with mixed flavors.

Seeing Xiao Yao's brilliant expression, Ye Feizhe said quietly, "Tit for tat."

"People should always be responsible for their own choices. The calamity you bring to the world because of your own desires, and the catastrophe you bring to him because of your own desires, you will naturally suffer it yourself. There is no reason for him to suffer for you."

"you deserve it."