The hot and humid breath hit his neck, Duan Congyan went numb, and his whole body turned red into a crayfish.

The moment Meng Zezhi's right hand touched his belt, Duan Congyan reacted, desperately covering his trousers to prevent him from moving, he bit his lip, with a smell of shame and anger: " you you"

Meng Zezhi then realized that the atmosphere seemed a little out of place.

Meng Zezhi screamed injustice in his heart, God is pitiful, isn't he anxious in the face of the enemy, seeing that Duan Congyan's right hand is inconvenient, that's why he wants to help.

but

Meng Zezhi's eyes fell on Duan Congyan's blood-dropping earlobe, his heart moved at will, he couldn't take the blame for nothing!

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but tear open Duan Congyan's hand...

Like five thunders hitting the top, the numb feeling spread along the toes to the cerebral cortex, and Duan Congyan's brain was blank.

I don't know if it was because of shame or something else, for a while, Duan Congyan couldn't urinate.

Meng Zezhi snorted softly, his eyes moved down, and fell on Duan Congyan's beautiful Adam's apple, his fingers moved slightly.

The next moment, there was a rustling sound of water.

When Duan Congyan finally recovered, the warmth behind him was gone, he reached out and touched his abdomen, the zipper was closed, and the belt was fastened.

Duan Congyan turned around, with two hands in front of him, pretending to be nothing. Fortunately, both Han Daqin's cultivation is there, and there is no deliberate salute and ridicule.

I only saw Meng Zezhi bit the tip of his tongue, dipped the blood on the tip of his tongue with a brush to draw a Yang Fu of Hunyuan, then burned it into ashes and put it into a small bowl containing the boy's urine. The moment the ashes fell into the bowl, the boy's urine became violent. boiled up.

After about half a minute, calm was restored in the bowl, and the pale-yellow boy's urine also turned crimson.

After doing this, he took a brand new brush, dipped it in boy urine and began to draw talismans.

Seeing this scene, Duan Congyan felt even more ashamed.

Meng Zezhi was not slow at drawing talismans, after all, he had hundreds of successful experiences. But in any case, it couldn't match the speed of Li Wenhuan's attack. Basically, for every four pieces of talisman paper that Li Wenhuan destroyed, Meng Zezhi could only draw one.

In this way, after a short half-an-hour delay, Li Wenhuan broke through the door.

Ignoring Li Wenhuan's aged appearance and much more transparent body, Meng Zezhi's eyes fell on the rich yin qi around him that almost turned into substance, and he said in a voiceless voice, "How could it be?"

With hindsight, he realized that Li Wenhuan must have used some kind of sacrificial technique.

Li Wenhuan smiled but said coldly, "With your little tricks, you want to deal with me!"

Meng Zezhi's face was solemn, and he made a decisive decision: "I'll hold him back, you all go quickly."

Hearing this, Han Daqin and others all changed their expressions, how could they not understand the meaning of this sentence.

"It's not that easy to leave." Li Wenhuan said sternly, the yin energy around his body instantly flowed, bringing with it a gust of yin wind, and the three Duan Congyan could hardly open their eyes.

"None of you try to escape today—"

Before he finished speaking, he waved his palm and rushed towards the three of Han Daqin.

Seeing this scene, Meng Zezhi's pupils tightened, and he waved his hands to greet him without hesitation.

The moment the palms were facing each other, the pressure of the sky swept over, Meng Zezhi flew upside down and smashed hard on the bookshelf in the corner. With the sound of crackling, the things on the bookshelf fell to the ground.

"Pfft—" Meng Zezhi spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Xie Guangsheng, Dad Xie Shu!" Seeing this, the three of them rushed to Meng Zezhi in a hurry.

"Tsk, it's really affectionate and righteous!" Li Wenhuan said with a sneer, looking down from above, calmly.

Hearing this, the three of them kept Meng Zezhi behind them.

Li Wenhuan had a mocking look on his face, and his tone was particularly cold: "If that's the case, then you should all die together."

While speaking, wind blades slowly gathered in the palm of his right hand.

Han Daqin's face was ashen, is he really going to die here today?

He is only twenty-seven years old this year, and his great years have just begun. He is not married yet, and he has not given birth to one or two lively little babies. How can he die!

Just when he was thinking wildly, Meng Zezhi gritted his teeth secretly, determined to fight to the death. The big deal was that he blew himself up and Li Wenhuan died together. In short, Duan Congyan had to be saved no matter what.

Meng Zezhi reached out and touched the ground, grabbing a big guy. The moment he grabbed the thing, the blood on the palm of his hand just smeared on the lion's head, and then a dim light flashed.

Meng Zezhi's attention was focused on Li Wenhuan. The moment he raised his right hand, Meng Zezhi grabbed what was in his hand and threw it at Li Wenhuan, followed by a sharp breath, and he rose to the ground. Li Wenhuan attacked.

Li Wenhuan saw it in his eyes, he didn't hide, let it hit him painlessly. Just because in his opinion, Meng Zezhi and others are already fish on the chopping board, and he is allowed to slaughter them.

But he didn't want that in the next second, the thing that hit him was like a parasite, sticking tightly to him, and absorbed the yin around him at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But with three breaths, the yin energy gathered around him was reduced by more than one-fifth.

Li Wenhuan's aura was instantly chaotic, and even the wind blade in his hand collapsed.

He was breathing heavily: "What, what is this?"

Seeing this scene, Meng Zezhi hurriedly stopped. He fixed his eyes and saw that what stuck to Li Wenhuan was the land in Fangwu County that he bought back from Qiling Pavilion on Antique Street for 800,000 yuan. God's seal?

Without thinking about it, Meng Zezhi made a decisive decision, grabbed a wooden stick on the ground, bit the tip of his tongue, sprayed a mouthful of blood on the stick, and rushed up.

Seeing this, Li Wenhuan raised his palm subconsciously, only to realize that he couldn't gather any more yin in his palm.

not good

He was horrified.

The next moment, the wooden stick was wrapped in thunder, and it penetrated his heart ruthlessly.

"Ah—" Li Wenhuan screamed, and with all his strength, he kicked Meng Zezhi's heart and kicked him out.

With a puff, the blood on the wooden stick instantly turned into a hot fire, burning violently, scorching Li Wenhuan's soul.

"Ah—" Li Wenhuan wailed in pain, he reached out his hand to remove the seal on his chest, but he didn't want the moment his finger touched the seal, a golden light suddenly shot out from the lion's head, and smashed into his hand. superior.

This blow also became the last straw that crushed Li Wenhuan.

Fighting wild geese all day long, and finally being pecked by wild geese.

He is dead, what should Wan Zihuai do?

Li Wenhuan roared unwillingly, "No—"

While speaking, he knelt on the ground, his soul became more and more transparent, and gradually turned to ashes in the fire.

Li Wenhuan is dead!

Han Daqin, who was still mourning the autumn and the spring, was immediately stunned when he saw this scene.

Why did Li Wenhuan, who was so powerful just now, die so suddenly?

Meng Zezhi struggled to get up from the ground, walked over, and grabbed the radiant seal in the ashes, half surprised and half joyful.

First, he didn't expect that the thing he bought at random was actually a treasure; second, this seal could actually convert Yin Sha Qi into aura.

Somewhere, he had the illusion that the seal had merged with him.

He tried to extract the aura from the seal, and the aura on the seal poured into his body like a tide in an instant, repairing the wounds on his body little by little.

When the precious light on the seal dimmed, Meng Zezhi's injuries had already healed.

Meng Zezhi's eyes were full of surprise, could this really be the divine seal of a land?

Before he could think about it, he suddenly remembered something.

Li Wenhuan was dead, but because of the tyrannical formation, nearly a quarter of his soul power was transferred to Wan Zihuai. Big disaster.

On the other side, in a villa with a river view in the western suburbs.

"Wen Huan, I'm so uncomfortable, Wen Huan..." Wan Zihuai curled up on the bed and shouted unconsciously.

The third and fourth Li Wenhuan who stayed behind could not help being upset by Wan Zihuai.

They didn't have much respect for this young lady Wan Zihuai. She was just an actor. If she was just a low-class thing in the era when they lived, how could she be worthy of their noble young master.

The most important thing is that, as the slaves of the Li family, they are often scolded by the master family.

They thought they would be freed if they died, but it turned out to be good, not to mention that they could not escape being enslaved when they died, and even let an ass-selling actor climb on their heads.

At this moment, Wan Zihuai suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, as if he had noticed something, he shouted in a hoarse voice, "Wen Huan—"

The two of them were actually startled by Wan Zihuai. They followed the voice and looked over. Wan Zihuai's messy Yin Qi suddenly stopped flowing: "What?"

"Dead, he's dead..." Wan Zihuai's eyes blurred instantly.

"Who died?" The third child's heart skipped a beat, obviously thinking of something, and asked anxiously.

"Wen Huan... Wen Huan is dead..."

Wan Zihuai looked desperate.

How could Wen Huan die? He was so powerful and gave people a sense of security, so why did he die?

The sufferings of his two lifetimes brought him Li Wenhuan, and only Wenhuan truly loved him and was willing to hold him in his hands to care for him.

Without Wen Huan, what would he do?

"Dead?" The expressions of the two changed dramatically. They didn't doubt Wan Zihuai's judgment. After all, he was married to Li Wenhuan. He could naturally sense Li Wenhuan's death.

Almost blurted out, the third child looked terrified: "You, you mean, the eldest young master was killed by Xie Guangsheng?"

The first thing he thought of was not revenge, but whether Xie Guangsheng would cut the grass and root, follow the vine, and come to the door.

Xie Guangsheng——

Hearing the name suddenly, Wan Zihuai was stunned: "It turned out to be him!"

Why, even though Wen Huan is willing to change his ways, Xie Guangsheng still refuses to forgive him?

why?

The hatred of the sky flooded into his heart, and the yin qi around him also flowed rapidly.

"Ah—" He wailed in pain, the meridians on his face, neck, and hands...the meridians drilled out of the skin and slowly turned black.

"...He, he is going to be enchanted." The experienced fourth elder exclaimed.

"What should we do now?" The third child panicked: "Otherwise, let's escape!"

Hearing this, the fourth child's eyes lit up, Li Wenhuan was dead, wouldn't they be free?

His heart was beating like thunder, and the corner of his eyes fell on Wan Zihuai, his heart moved, he grabbed the third child, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a cold voice, "Of course I have to run away, but before that, let's finish him first."

The third child followed his gaze, and instantly understood what he meant: "You mean to kill him while he is not completely obsessed, and then grab the soul power from him."

"That's right," said the fourth sternly, "Li Wenhuan has been using us for so many years, it's not an exaggeration for us to charge some interest now!"

"Okay." The old man sighed heavily.

Without further ado, the two immediately surrounded Wan Zihuai.

Just when the two raised their palms and were about to attack Wan Zihuai, Meng Zezhi broke through the window.

"What do you want to do?" Seeing this scene, Meng Zezhi snorted coldly, and immediately two talismans came out of his hands, followed by a peach wood sword and rushed up.

——These talismans and peach wood swords were 'snatched' from Qiling Pavilion when he passed by Antique Street.

"Xie Guangsheng!"

The two of them dodged the attack of the talisman paper in embarrassment, and shouted in unison: "Go—"

"It's not that easy to leave." With a wave of Meng Zezhi's left hand, more than a dozen talisman papers turned into streaks of light and flew in all directions, instantly blocking the two's escape route.

Then he showed his body, raised his sword and rushed up.

Two minutes later, Meng Zezhi, who had killed the two of them one after another, breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn around to check Wan Zihuai's situation when he heard a cold voice behind him: "You killed Wen Huan. ?"

Meng Zezhi's pupils tightened, and he turned around quickly, only to see Wan Zihuai floating in the air, his face covered with black meridians, especially terrifying: "How did you become like this?"

Wan Zihuai stared at Meng Zezhi with two scarlet eyes, and her voice rose a bit: "Did you kill Wen Huan?"

Meng Zezhi looked alert and replied in a deep voice, "Yes."

Wan Zihuai was already dazzled by hatred, and he shouted hysterically, "He has already promised me that I will never hurt anyone again, why can't you let him go?"

"Killing one's life is justified." Meng Zezhi frowned.

"What is right and right, if God really opens his eyes, why can a scum like He Mingyuan become a movie king, and Wan Ziqing is still at large..." Speaking of which, Wan Zihuai's eyes were dull: "I, two lifetimes of miserable wind and rain. ."

Then ask yourself, what sins did you do in your last life, and you will have such a fate in your last life.

But at least Wan Zihuai's rebirth was indeed an oversight by the underworld.

Meng Zezhi paused: "Is Li Wenhuan really so attractive? It's worth your protection."

"What do you know?" Wan Zihuai's face was distorted, and his voice was full of tears: "Wen Huan, he is the only warmth I live in this world, he saved my life, and he took care of me in every possible way..."

Speaking of this, his tone changed, and he said bitterly: "It's you, it's you who ruined my love and ruined my happiness—"

Meng Zezhi frowned slightly: "I really don't understand, why do you think it's a very happy thing to be with someone who forces you?"

Wan Zihuai's expression froze.

Having said this, Meng Ze realized: "Don't you hate Li Wenhuan? You hate it, but compared to the convenience that Li Wenhuan brings you, it is far from comparable to this hatred, and it can even make you ignore other people. You may love Li Wenhuan deeply, but you are more habitually treating him as a safe haven. Otherwise, if you question me now, it shouldn't be me who ruined your happiness. So, don't take him The position of his own victim is too right."

He said so much without any other meaning.

After all, people are all selfish, and so is Meng Zezhi. He knew that he couldn't beat Li Wenhuan head-on, so he took advantage of Wan Zihuai for the sake of safety.

But Wan Zihuai was obviously struck by Meng Zezhi's words. After losing his mind, he said angrily, "But what can I do, I have no choice from beginning to end."

If he can be a good person, why should he make himself the way he is now?

Meng Zezhi shouted, "That's why I never targeted you."

Xu Shi had taken advantage of Wan Zihuai before, and he felt guilty or pity Wan Zihuai's experience, Meng Zezhi said slowly: "I don't want to do anything to you, you can't beat me, Li Wenhuan is dead, you are free Now, it's better to leave this sad place, reincarnate, and start over..."

Speaking of which, Meng Zezhi glanced at Wan Zihuai, who had a complicated expression, and folded out of the room.