Surrounded by talent, although the ox cart is fast, it does not harm the refugees.
Before the refugees could come to their senses, they felt themselves being enveloped by a gentle force and gently pushed aside.
The wooden ox cart stopped next to Li You's cart. Meng Yu nodded and smiled at Li You and Zhong Kui.
Li You blinked, somewhat incredulous.
Do you have strong support on your side?
If it weren't for the severely injured Black Impermanence pressing down on him, Zhong Kui would have almost jumped up in excitement...
His father was a Confucian scholar, and he also had a passion for studying. The sage was his first disciple and was his idol.
Duan Yin took a deep breath.
"Brother Meng, why are you here? Are you planning to snatch these outsider bandits from me?"
Meng Yu said casually.
"Whether he is a heretic or not, you and I both know."
"As for why I came..."
Meng Yu jumped off the ox cart, his thick eyebrows and big eyes smiling.
"I come to atone for my sins!"
Duan Yin floated up, and his immortal power gathered on the Taoist sword.
"Oh? How are you going to atone for your sins, Brother Meng? How can you atone for your sins alone?"
Just as he was fully on guard against Meng Yu, a loud shout suddenly came from the ox cart.
"You're right, you're really stupid!"
This sound startled not only Li You and Zhong Kui who were nearby, but even Duan Yin who was floating in the sky.
There's someone else in the car!?
This is the saint's vehicle, could it be...!?
Zhou sighed in distress and patted his heart.
"Who are you? Don't you know that ghosts can't stand being scared?"
Meng Yu smiled.
"I'm sorry, my friend is a little slow-witted, but he's very reliable. I was just thinking of introducing him to your Lord."
It’s not Confucius.
Duan Yin had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the door of the ox cart had been opened without him noticing.
A black sword had pierced through his chest and even his soul.
How could that be!
On his deathbed, Duan Yin looked at Meng Yu, who had been on guard for a long time, in surprise.
But Meng Yu put his hands in his sleeves and looked at him with a smile.
Not Meng Yu...
Who is it?
Two words were faintly engraved on the black sword...
Non-offensive...
So it was him...
Duan Yin was somewhat dazed, but had completely lost consciousness, and his soul dissipated between heaven and earth.
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