Chapter 86 Wei Jinyou is really brave

Chapter 86 Wei Jinyou is really brave

The change happened in an instant, and the young man seemed to be unable to react. His gloomy pupils slowly turned into a pool of thick blood red, and a large patch of blood bloomed on his chest.

Seeing this, the old man's cloudy eyes reflected excitement, "It's done!"

Seeing Wei Jinyou injured, the male disciple with a broken tongue couldn't help but smile cruelly. He drew out his sword and stabbed at the fox in the boy's arms.

The snow-white figure was injured, but it didn't even make a sound and quickly dissipated into mist.

"what happened?"

The old man stopped smiling and glared at the male disciple, "Why did you kill the fox?"

He was so angry that the wrinkles on his face deepened a little. "That demon loves that fox so much, wouldn't it be better if we keep it to threaten him?"

The male disciple had a confused look on his face. He shook his head and gestured to the old man.

Glancing at the male disciple's denial, the old man's face changed drastically, "You mean..."

"Your sword didn't even touch the fox?"

The male disciple nodded sincerely.

The old man's heart suddenly cooled down, and a line of cold sweat flowed down his forehead, "Oh no, I've fallen into a trap!"

He had just taken a step forward when a sword shadow filled with brutal blood suddenly appeared in the gray mist.

The cold tip of the knife pressed against the old man's neck, and his scalp went numb, and he stopped where he was.

Then, the boy's cold voice was heard in the air, "What are you looking for?"

Hearing Wei Jinyou's voice, the male disciple's eyelids jumped and fell on the figure not far in front of him.

As the gray fog gradually dissipated, he widened his bloodshot eyes and saw the scene clearly.

The seriously injured person in front of them was not the devil at all, but an assassin who was mixed in the magic fog and came with them.

What the assassin was holding in his arms was not a fox.

It was his own bloody head.

The male disciple was so frightened that he fell to the ground, hugged the old man's legs tightly, and screamed.

The old man's condition was not much better.

Seeing that his plan had failed, his blood seemed to be flowing backwards, his lips trembled, and he pretended to be calm and said, "I'm glad that Your Highness is okay. Just now..."

The young man interrupted him with a sneer, "Just now?"

The dagger against the old man's neck slashed casually, and deep red blood immediately oozed out. "I think I heard it. Who wants to attack my fox?"

"..." The smile on the old man's face froze completely, and he clenched the corner of his clothes.

"Your Highness."

In the thin mist, two tall figures walked towards him. They were Zuo Ren and Hao Nan. They wiped the blood off their swords and said in a deep voice, "We have dealt with the people outside."

As he spoke, Zuo Ren once again turned his gaze back to the room and his eyelids twitched heavily.

The ceiling was filled with dying people hanging from it.

These people had horrific looks on their faces. Some had lost their eyes, and some even had half of their faces torn off. They looked miserable and terrifying in the misty gray fog.

Zuo Ren took a breath and slowly withdrew his gaze. When he raised his eyes again, the boy's nonchalant sneer was heard from the seats.

Several people looked in the direction of the sound at the same time.

In the mist, the young man was sitting in his original main seat, hugging the white fox in his arms, and his bony fingers were slowly stroking its head. A hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth, "The Astrology Pavilion really came here to prepare a great gift for me."

As he spoke, he raised his chin, his deep red eyes shone with a bit of ferocity, and said, "Then I will definitely entertain you all."

"Your Highness..."

The old man knelt on the ground, covering the bleeding wound on his neck with his withered fingers. His face was as pale as paper, and he said shamelessly: "It is my fault that I did not discipline my disciples well. Please forgive me, Your Highness!"

Beside him, the male disciple also knelt down, his eyes unconsciously falling on the white fox in the young man's arms.

Song Zhexia, who was chewing shrimp chips, also glanced over and tilted his head in confusion.

But as soon as she took a look, a ruthless hand pushed her deeper into his arms.

Song Zhexia hissed subconsciously, and his little claws scratched a long, hideous mark on the boy's wrist.

The latter frowned and looked at it, his tone unable to tell whether he was happy or angry, "Have you become more capable again?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

A fox shrank his neck and said in a coquettish voice, "Brother Wei, you pinched me just now and it hurt."

[What's wrong? I'm just capable! If you don't agree, come and fight me!]

Wei Jinyou: “…”

The young man let out a light click of his tongue. Although he looked disgusted, he loosened his grip on the fox a little.

He lifted his thin eyelids and noticed the male disciple's stealthy gaze. His icy face couldn't help but melt a little, and he raised his lips and said, "You like looking at my fox so much?"

When the male disciple saw that his little action had been discovered, he quickly shook his head in horror.

Gululu——

In just a blink of an eye, Song Zhexia saw that there were only two bloody holes left in the man's eye sockets.

The male disciple twisted into a ball in agony on the ground, and the dirty blood soaked the floor, leaving a long trail.

A fox couldn't help but slow down his chewing of shrimp chips.

Grass.

Wei Jinyou is too perverted!

Zuo Ren and Hao Nan were already used to this and just stood by without blinking an eye.

Compared to them, the old man was so frightened that he could hardly kneel down. He said tremblingly, "Your Highness."

Wei Jinyou squinted his eyes lazily, put his long fingers lightly on his chin, and laughed lazily, "How do you want to die?"

"..."

The slim hope in his heart was completely shattered, but the old man calmed down. He secretly pulled out a few black talismans from the space bag on his waist with his fingertips, and his turbid eyes were filled with resentment. "Your Highness, if we die here today, the Astrology Pavilion will not let you go!"

"Oh?"

Wei Jinyou raised his eyebrows coldly and said, "Would I be afraid?"

Song Zhexia smacked his lips and did not forget to push the shrunken turtle, "Is the Astrology Pavilion powerful?"

【Okay. 】

Turtle said: [It is an elite sect that was famous throughout the world five hundred years ago. ]

Song Zhexia: “…”

Wei Jinyou is so brave!