Chapter 77: Yin Yang Family… I am very disappointed
The night was so quiet that it made people feel uneasy.
The sound of pieces falling on the chessboard was very clear, as was the sound of flesh exploding and blood spurting... It was also very clear.
Ni Yu trembled, his big eyes full of fear.
The young master... lost his temper! "Ni Yu, come in."
Lu Fan's calm voice came from inside the house.
“Yes.”
Ni Yu quickly got up, turned around and trotted into the house. He glanced at the cold steamed bun that had fallen to the ground and was stained with blood, and felt inexplicably heartbroken.
Crunch.
The wooden wheel turned, crushing the ground.
Ni Yu pushed the wheelchair and followed closely.
Lu Fan looked at the figure standing on the rooftop calmly.
"You are qualified to gather all the practitioners in the world?"
Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, playing with the chess pieces, and said lightly.
Looking at the many black-robed people who were blown into blood mist and the mechanical beasts who were crushed into a pile of scrap metal in an instant, the man in the bamboo hat on the roof appeared very calm.
"It's quite interesting. It's said that Young Master Lu, who has an immortal affinity, can release a powerful oppressive force that even a master warrior can't withstand. After seeing it today, it's really like a god or ghost."
The figure in the bamboo hat said slowly.
His voice was strange and it was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman.
"Practitioners are indeed as difficult as you say."
The man in the bamboo hat laughed.
"However, if we already knew about Young Master Lu's tactics, how could we not be prepared?"
He raised the metal flute again, put it to his lips, and played it slowly, and the sound of the flute lingered in the courtyard.
Lu Fan, who was playing with the chess pieces, raised his eyebrows slightly.
"The Hundred Schools of Thought... The Yin-Yang School."
Lu Fan whispered.
The Yin-Yang School is a relatively mysterious school among all schools of thought. They are good at strange ways and are called alchemists. They are good at creating illusions, poisons, curses, etc.
Lu Fan had paid special attention to the Yin-Yang School, because he felt that this school had something special. When the martial power reached a bottleneck, the Yin-Yang School used strange and tricky techniques to expand many methods, approaching the limits of the low-level martial arts world.
The Mohist Ranger, the Yin-Yang School Alchemist, the Mechanical Beast of the Mechanical School...
These are the practical people among the Hundred Schools of Thought.
Lu Fan had not expected that these three would appear at the same time.
The moonlight tore through the clouds and shone on Lu Fan's face, making his white clothes glow.
There were fireflies flying in the sky, like a river of stars, and the sound of the flute played by the man in a bamboo hat on the roof was beautiful and charming.
Ni Yu pushed the wheelchair and looked at the flying fireflies with his big eyes shining.
“So beautiful.”
Ni Yudao.
"The more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is."
Lu Fan said.
Ni Yu was stunned.
Suddenly.
The sound of the flute played by the man in the bamboo hat suddenly became urgent.
However, the fireflies floating in the air accelerated, rushing towards Lu Fan like a waterfall.
In the yard, the blood flowing around the mechanical spider that had turned into scrap metal began to wriggle.
It actually turned into a densely packed, wriggling blood-colored worms, crawling along the ground towards Lu Fan.
Ni Yu looked at the blood-stained buns being swallowed and melted by the bloodworms in an instant, and his face turned pale...
The human figures that were shattered by Lu Fan's move were actually puppets filled with bloodworms.
Lu Fan's expression remained calm.
But the flying fireflies exploded one after another and turned into a hazy fog.
The thick fog, blown by the strong wind, instantly engulfed the bodies of Lu Fan and Ni Yu.
On the roof.
A smile appeared on Wei Yu's face behind his bamboo hat.
She continued to play the metal flute.
Looking at Lu Fan wrapped in thick fog and the bloodworms crawling into the house, a hint of disdain emerged.
"A cultivator... is nothing more than that."
Wei Yu thought to himself.
Once the bloodworms crawl all over the body, they will devour the flesh and blood inch by inch. At that time... this young master Lu with red lips and white teeth will turn into a pool of blood.
It's a pity for this handsome young man.
“It’s boring…”
"Besides playing with bugs, don't you have any other means?"
"The Yin-Yang family... I am very disappointed."
suddenly.
A faint voice was heard from within the thick fog.
Wei Yu was startled and suddenly felt a huge oppressive force.
It was as if someone blew slowly and dispersed the thick fog in the room.
The moonlight shone again, illuminating the young man in the wheelchair, dressed in snow-white clothes.
"How is that possible?!"
"The thick fog carried by the Yin Yang Firefly...even Master Jiu Xiang can't withstand it!"
"Why aren't you affected?!"
On the roof, Wei Yu was horrified.
However, what shocked her even more was that the young man in snow-white clothes actually stood up from the wheelchair.
Stand up?!
Doesn't Young Master Lu... have a leg disease? The rumor is wrong!
Lu Fan glanced at Wei Yu indifferently.
"Why are you not affected? Don't you have any idea?"
"Everyone says I am... a cultivator."
The bloodworms all over the ground didn't dare to move when they were three meters away from Lu Fan, as if they smelled something terrifying.
After Lu Fan finished speaking, he stretched out his white jade-like palm and gently snapped his fingers.
All the bloodworms melted away.
On the roof, Wei Yu’s face under his bamboo hat was as pale as snow, and his body was shaking slightly.
She didn't play the piccolo again because it was meaningless. The sound of the flute controlled the bloodworms, but the bloodworms... were all dead.
She turned around and tried to escape.
However……
It was as if a great fear swept over her, making her whole body stiff and even losing the courage to move.
On the roof, white sleeves fluttered.
The young man in snow-white clothes had appeared in front of her without her knowing.
When? Wei Yu's pupils constricted.
The young man raised his hand and gently lifted her draped bamboo hat...
Wei Yu's delicate and beautiful face was exposed to the air. She was the first disciple of the Yin-Yang School and was proficient in many techniques.
Even when facing the Overlord of West County, she was fearless.
However……
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Now, facing this seemingly weak young man, she was completely unable to fight back, and did not even have the strength to move a finger.
"Still a beauty."
Lu Fan chuckled.
A smile appeared on Wei Yu's beautiful face. "Master Lu... Young Master Lu, can you spare my life? I am willing..."
Phew.
However, Wei Yu had not finished speaking.
She found that a black airflow was emerging from the young man's body. The airflow was as fast as a knife and as fast as black lightning, and it swept across her neck.
Wei Yu noticed that the scene in front of her eyes changed, and she saw her headless body standing stiffly on the roof.
Blood splattered three feet away.
However, the demonic energy in front of Lu Fan formed a barrier, blocking all the blood.
Sitting makes you an immortal, standing makes you a devil.
Once Lu Fan stood up, he would become an indestructible evil demon.
He took the metal flute from Wei Yu's corpse, which still retained the woman's warmth.
Lu Fan's figure suddenly disappeared and he returned to his wheelchair.
He glanced at Ni Yu who was snoring on the ground.
Lu Fan controlled a wisp of spiritual energy and transformed it into a palm, patting Ni Yu's chubby face.
Snap... snap... sound.
Ni Yu suddenly sat up like a frightened bird and wiped his saliva subconsciously.
"Awake? Then push the young master out."
Lu Fan played with the metal flute in one hand and pinched Ni Yu's chubby cheek with the other, smiling.
Ni Yu was a little confused. She saw the mess in the yard and the headless corpse on the roof.
really……
The young man who loses his temper makes people feel at ease for some reason.
Ni Yu carried the chessboard on his back and pushed his wheelchair out of the room. He looked back reluctantly at the place where the steamed bun was eaten by the bloodworms.
As the wheelchair was pushed slowly through the Lu Mansion, all the soldiers in the mansion fainted.
Lu Fan saw Luo Cheng.
Carrying a knife, with his head hung, he was snoring.
"Sir... aren't you going to wake them up?"
Ni Yu asked.
"Let them sleep, and we'll go to the inn."
Lu Fan said slowly.
Ni Yu pursed her lips...Actually, she also wanted to sleep.
Left the Lu Mansion.
On the long street.
Lu Changkong staggered, trying hard to resist sleepiness as he walked.
Suddenly, a ray of spiritual energy descended from the sky, like a sudden enlightenment, which instantly dissipated the medicinal properties of Yin and Yang Fireflies in the body.
Under the moonlight, Lu Fan came slowly in a wheelchair, pushed by Ni Yu.
"father."
Lu Fan looked at Lu Changkong.
"I'm glad you're okay."
Lu Changkong patted his face and felt a little relieved.
"This Yin-Yang Firefly is a lost magic of the Yin-Yang family. The whole city has fallen into a dream now..."
Lu Changkong looked a little ugly.
"To make people die in their sleep without knowing it, this is the horror of Yin-Yang School."
"It's okay." Lu Fan played with the piccolo and said softly, "It's just a little trick."
"Let's go meet this great Mohist master."
…
The second floor of the inn.
Mo Beike stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back.
Suddenly, his heavy eye bags moved slightly and his eyes narrowed.
Looking at the ten-mile-long street, at the end of the street, the moonlight was shining. A maid was pushing a wheelchair. In the wheelchair sat a young man in snow-white clothes. Lu Changkong followed beside the young man.
"Young Master Beiluo..."
Mo Beike looked at Lu Fan with a frown on his face.
Behind him.
Several dark shadows emerged.
"Wei Yu...failed."
"It's quite interesting that a sickly person can become so strong... The fate of immortality that this Young Master Lu has obtained is far beyond our imagination." Mo Beike's old voice resounded.
Then, Mo Beike waved gently.
Outside the inn.
There was a loud bang.
Two huge mechanical beasts broke through the inn and landed on the long street. The Yin-Yang masters, all wearing bamboo hats, stood on the roof with their sleeves fluttering.
Mo Beike stood in front of the window on the second floor of the inn, looking at Lu Fan.
Lu Fan also saw Mo Beike, but...
The expression on his face showed some regret.
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