Chapter 298

"Must it be so?" Yan Yi whispered. He glanced over the faces of the girls one by one. Most of them were deeply frightened. Some of them had already shown a faint blue color. Some of them had tears in their eyes, and they were about to fall. Over the years, Yan Yi has been working outside all the year round. In fact, he doesn't know much about the maid close to him.

However, he remembers the faces of those who changed clothes, replaced tea and cleaned the room for him. At first, the girls were afraid of Yan Yi. Later, he found that the men were not even a master, but only rich and noble sons of idle families, except when issuing orders.

Yan Yi pulled out his heavy sword, and the sharp edge reflected his clear eyes like an old well.

One step, two steps. Those memories in the past are like silver butterflies against the wind.

He remembered that one of the girls was always watching secretly when he was researching ink. He sat in front of the book case, took the tea from the girl, took a sip, and said with a smile, "what are you looking at?"

The woman lowered her head in a panic, and Yiyi replied, "No

Yan Yi felt helpless. He thought he was kind enough. He didn't expect to frighten her. He said in a soft voice, "take the magnetic green book from the shelf."

Seeing that he was not angry, the maid agreed to go over and give a volume of book on the shelf to Yan Yi's hand.

the book does not look like four books and five classics, without title. It seems that it is old-fashioned, and its four corners have been slightly whitened.

Yan Yi asked, "do you know what book this is?"

The little maid shook her head. "Forgive me, master. I can't read."

Yan Yi uncovers it and says, "it's OK to be illiterate. From today on, I'll teach you how to write."

The slave girl's eyes widened. Unexpectedly, he suddenly said this, and immediately knelt down and repeatedly kowtowed, "the little master, don't break the slave. The little master manages every day. How can you play the lute to a cow in vain? Moreover, the slaves are born to be humble, and they have no good fortune to read. "

Yan Yi slightly frowned, "such a beautiful girl, how is it? I don't think you've been standing behind me for a day or two. If I hadn't proposed it, I'm afraid I'd let you down. Or do you think I can't teach you? "

The maid said, "I don't mean that, but I'm afraid I'll let the master down because I'm not qualified."

Yan Yi and genially said, "you may as well do something. I'm bored. If you don't have a career, you can be a pastime."

The girl couldn't figure out his mind. Although she had doubts in her heart, she would never dare to disobey him, so she went up. Looking at the calligraphy in his hand, he turned to a song "lovesickness", which made her blush a little. She was not absolutely beautiful, but her eyebrows and eyes were clear, just like a pool of pure spring water, which made Yan Yi feel peaceful and peaceful for no reason.

"What's your name?"

"Maid... Zhichun."

Now, that face is three inches away from his own, round, innocent black eyes looking at him, sad.

She was afraid, but she did not dare to step back under Yan Yi's sword edge. Since the burial palace dared to let these slaves sacrifice, there must be a reason for that. She must hold a handle sufficient to make people abandon life and death.

Yan Yi slowly drew back his hand, and suddenly remembered that there had been such a similar scene in several years. The woman fell in front of him in disbelief. Half of her neck had been cut off by a man's blade, and her voice was hoarse and strange, "I curse you, I will never lose my love, I will never escape the killing, and I will live as a chess piece forever!"

The blade of the sword suddenly rose, and everyone's eyes converged here. However, Yan Yi deviated from the sword at the last moment and chopped at another maid.

With the knife up and down, the head fell to the ground, and blood bloomed. A few drops of warm blood splashed on the faces of other girls. Finally, someone couldn't help screaming.

Yan Yi slowly raised his sword and felt his palms sweating in the face of four opponents who had no strength to bind the chicken. Maybe it was because this was a killing without suspense. He would not feel so bad even if he put four ferocious people opposite him.

"Master..." Zhichun suddenly stepped forward and gave him a smile. The smile was very strange, even with a little relief. "The maid has already written his name. Thank you very much."

She paid homage to Yan Yi and seemed to be leading her neck to kill.

Yan Yi took a deep breath and pulled out his sword. He tore the wind like a goshawk breaking through the air. He inserted it into the human chest and snorted through it. However, there was no scene of blood splashing three feet. After a moment's silence, the screams from all over the place poured up.

It's not because there is no blood light as expected, but Yan Yi's sword edge, chopped to the witch Ji!

Li Chi almost forgot to breathe under the stage. One hand clung to the hilt of the sword. The other hand pinched deeply into Chu Danfeng's arm. He lowered his voice and asked, "is he crazy?" He knew that Yan Yisu was going his own way, but this time it was different - did Yan Yi know what he was doing!??Chu Danfeng is relatively calm, but he can't go anywhere. He stares at the stage tightly. If it's in the past, she can believe that Yan Yi has her own plan. But today, when the man looks back at the crowd, he is obviously lonely and desperate after the fire burns.

"He should not have learned for no reason... You have forgotten that Lu Yunjian is still" healing "with the high priest."

Originally, the eight witches in the temple of heaven suddenly turned around, and all of them were facing Yan Yi. The man drew out his sword lightly and looked at the witch Ji in front of her two steps backward. A face changed rapidly, from male to female, from old to young, just like a thousand face Guanyin. Blood was shining in the eyes, and black gas was lingering around her. When she was hunting in the wind with a wide sleeve robe, she suddenly faced the three remaining The girl's ten fingers are folded and folded like flowers, and bloom again and again. The red mist is twinkling in an instant!

Yan Yi secretly scolded a demon in his heart. He said that quickly. He rushed forward and quickly grabbed Zhichun's emaciated arm and went back to the area. However, seeing her clothes whirling in the air, the girl who was scared out of her six spirits had already thrown to one side.

He was not good at controlling puppet techniques. At this time, if Jiang chenbi was present, he would be considered an expert. Yan Yi took a deep breath and took seven or eight chapters with the help of the high priest's "Xi Sui FA Jin Dan". The wind was howling, and his palm even had the potential of thunder! No matter how fast she reacted, she couldn't dodge all the time when she was injured. She soon took a hand again. Her whole emaciated body faltered for two steps and seemed to be about to fall down on the altar. Her voice was sharp and sharp, "Yan Yi, dare you --"

after taking advantage of the position, the man drew out the black soul whip from his waist and threw it down suddenly If you say I'm a man of destiny, why don't I dare? "

The whip was as smart as a snake in his hand. It crackled and snapped for several times. It even wrapped around the ankle of the witch's concubine and threw the man down to the ground.

It was even simpler than Yan Yi had expected. He thought that those apprentice witches would rush up to collude with each other, but they didn't. all the people looked on coldly and seemed to have nothing to do with themselves. Yes, don't worry about longevity. The winner is the rule of the world, including the burial palace. The interpretation will be more incisive.

Yan Yi slowly turned around. His huapao was not stained with blood in the battle just now. Only a few drops of dried blood were on his face, just like a faint spot of cinnabar moles, and the golden crown fell off. His black hair spread like a paper kite and hunted with the wind.

"Do you know why I want to fight Wuji?"

There was an uproar, but there was no loud answer.

Yan Yi raised his jaw and said, "because I am the way, I am the way. I let the dead die!"

After that, he cut off the head of the witch without dragging mud and water, and threw her body into the burning cauldron. There was no sound of erosion of skin or even half a scream. A living person was like being crushed into powder and floating in the air!