Shen Wuyou sneered, flicked his chin away, lowered his eyes, and flexed his wrist lazily, saying lightly, "Feijian, with all your red lips and white teeth, are you going to deny the facts that I have witnessed with my own eyes?"
"How can I prove it? Do I have to call back my mother's soul?!" He seemed to love his mother very much, and the low roar was extremely excited.
Shen Wuyu lowered his eyes and glanced at him. Seeing his expression at the moment, he thought that it was time.
So, she kindly reminded him, "A mother is a mother, and a servant is a servant. When your mother was dying, she left you a personal maid. All she wanted was for you to have someone to take care of you and to know your feelings.
"And you... oh, I wonder if you were bewitched by that maid, but you actually managed to transfer your longing for your mother to a servant who isn't even worthy of carrying your mother's shoes! Ridiculous, truly ridiculous..."
Seeing that the other party was stunned as if hit by a stick, she continued:
"I wonder if your mother knew in the afterlife that her beloved child was comparing herself to a lowly servant. Do you think she would be so angry that she would come back to life and strangle you, this unfilial son and unfilial mother, to death?"
"I, I didn't!" His eyes turned red with anger, and then he rushed out with all his strength, shouting to the outside: "Feihong! Come out Feihong!"
The next moment, a woman in brocade clothes came over with a hunched back and lotus steps:
“Master…Ah——!”
Her initially soft voice suddenly changed, but before she could utter a word, the flying sickle in front of her cut her neck.
Shen Wuyou leaned against the door frame, just watching like this, his expression indifferent.
It was indeed her, Poppy. She was such an ambitious person, why did she choose this flying sickle when she gave up all the kings...
Interesting, really interesting...
She calmly looked at Fei Lian in front of her with a look of grief and anger. After killing Poppy, she even angrily conjured up two sharp pincers to vent her anger.
He was still shouting about deception and unworthiness.
All in all, the play was well acted.
But unfortunately, Shen Wuyou would not believe that the person Poppy likes would be someone who would lose his composure at the slightest provocation.
So, she called a halt:
"Feijian, it's okay. She will go and apologize to your mother."
She stepped forward, gently patted his shoulder, then conjured a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood off his hands, softly comforting him:
"It's all in the past. From now on, I will be with you..."
Then, the irritable Feijian lost his voice in an instant, staring at her blankly, muttering, "Wang...can I trust you?"
"Sure..." She reached out, gently picked up his thin body, and walked towards the bed.
She said softly, "I am your king, your wife, and the only person you can trust... Besides me, who else can you trust..."
"King...my king..."
"Well...I am..."
......
Ten minutes later, Shen Wuyou, who had successfully coaxed Fei Jian to sleep (knocked him unconscious), strode away and went to the Demon Prison.
"How about it, how many pieces are left?"
She wiped her hand that had just touched Feijian with a handkerchief, then walked quickly over and looked at the body parts that Bai Wei had put together.
Bai Wei said, "He was really ruthless. Aside from the head and a few hard bones, everything else was chopped into pieces and immediately seeped into the ground."
"That's fine too," she stepped forward, reaching out her hand and placing her fingertips on Poppy's head.
As long as there is a corpse, she can obtain the other person's memories before death by touching their skin.
It's just that it's extremely mentally taxing.
But if it was Poppy, she thought, she was worth it.
As expected, when those interesting pictures quickly flashed through Shen Wuyou's mind, she suddenly curled the corners of her mouth, then stared at Poppy's face quietly with her eyes as deep as ink, and sneered -
"You risked everything for him, even destroying your face, which you cherish so much..."
"But, he does have good taste. This... oh no, I should call him by a respectful title. This person is truly remarkable..."
Compared with his dangerousness, what is the one from the Mosasaur Kingdom?
Just like poppies...
Ambition, in the end, made them all become chess pieces that could be discarded at will on the bloody chessboard.
Shen Wuyou raised his hand and destroyed the last corpse. Then he returned to the palace and washed his hands several times.
The protagonists have arrived. They have reaped a great harvest and captured seven evil souls. They are here to say goodbye and go back to continue searching for the Yuetan Lotus Seat.
"This is indeed the most important thing at the moment." Shen Wuyou nodded.
As for the flying sickle, they were afraid that it would be difficult to deal with it, so it would be better to be gentle for the time being and let these heroes who saved the world return safely.
"This, I'll give it back to you." Bai Yumo pushed the pale-dressed young lady over.
Shen Wuyou saw that she was about to bite again, so he immediately tied her up tightly with blood vines.
According to the Creator God's guess, the other Creator God who was about to die was using Manjushage's tyrannical, bloodthirsty nature and love of war and killing to destroy one world after another.
So, in order to prevent this situation, he released a Manjusri demon, which was pure white and represented decadence, sorrow and endless despair.
His original intention was to let the sad and lonely Manjusaka demon devour the bloodthirsty Manjusaka demon, so that endless sorrow would devour the bloodthirsty killing, and his world would be safe.
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