After Xiao Die's death, Wu Tong's authority in the Shen family's caravan became more and more fearful. As the real owner Shen Chunniang showed up less and less, the entire caravan gradually became Wu Tong's voice.

Several servants who were loyal to Shen Chunniang complained about this. Occasionally, when they had free time, they mentioned it to Shen Chunniang in private more than once, but they were severely scolded by her every time. From then on, this kind of behavior No one mentioned it in words.

"Is it possible that Madam really likes that five-way connection? That's why she's so obedient?"

The young clerk could not understand what Shen Chunniang was doing. In fact, it was not just him, but even some of the elders in the government who had watched Shen Chunniang grow up were equally confused.

Everyone knows that the young lady has a wife's name on her name, but it is just a name. The uncle in the family has never consummated the marriage with the young lady.

"Young lady, you are young, and Mr. Wutong is considered a talented person. It would be great if you can really get something good done. We servants shouldn't worry about it all the time."

Wutong, who was walking in front of the team, listened to the ghosts beside him reporting the affairs of the servants to him. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the murderous intention in his heart towards those people who arranged for him for days was much lighter. .

To be honest, if Shen Chunniang hadn't sternly reprimanded those people every time they heard bad things about her, then they would have died like that Xiaodie that night, not just the next day!

Wutong looked back at the carriage carrying Shen Chunniang. He felt that since this woman never forgets to defend herself in front of others, does that mean that the time is almost ripe?

At night, everyone relied on the few fires to keep each other warm, and ignored the commercial goods everywhere behind them. These are the meanings of Wutong. As a demon, the aversion to light is almost innate. A kind of nature of people, if it is not due to the season, they have to light a fire to keep warm, even these two fires, the five pipes will not rise.

He was alone in the darkness, with his eyes closed as if he was resting. But not long after, he seemed to notice something, and an evil smile quietly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then quickly disappeared.

An older servant, an older man, got off Shen Chunniang's carriage. When he walked up to Wutong, the evil spirit and smile on the latter's face disappeared.

"Master Wutong? Master Wutong fell asleep?"

Wutong sat up and asked knowingly: "Is something wrong, old man?"

The old servant smiled and said: "Young man, nothing happened. It's just that my lady said that it's boring to be alone late at night. She would like to invite the young master to have a cup of hot tea and talk about the young master's wishes for a safe journey."

Although he had already learned about his purpose from the Yin spirit ears and eyes all over the caravan, Wutong couldn't help but beam with joy after hearing what the old servant said personally. He stood up, straightened his clothes, and said to the old servant :

"Old man, please lead the way."

Entering the carriage, Shen Chunniang had just put the tea on the clay stove to cook. When she saw Wutong coming in with a cold aura, she raised her head and smiled: "Master Wutong, you are here."

Wutong's heart was warmed by the smile. Under the subconscious influence of her generosity and decency, he actually sat down in front of the small tea table, opposite Shen Chunniang.

"There have been deaths in this car a few days ago. I've already asked my servants to pack up a new carriage for you, Chun Niang, to rest. I'm afraid that you'll be concerned about seeing things here and missing people."

"Master, what are you talking about? Although Xiaodie is a bit willful, she has been with me since she was a child and is extremely loyal to me. I think even if she becomes a ghost, she will not harm me. As for seeing things and missing people, it is even worse. I don’t mind, changing places is just a comfort to myself and others because the situation changes as I wish.”

Talking about Xiaodie, Shen Chunniang couldn't help but feel a little sad in her eyes, and the beauty and beauty became even more flavorful.

"The environment changes as the mind changes? It seems that Miss Shen has also done some research on Buddhist scriptures. It happens that I am also familiar with some Buddhist Dharma in Tantric Buddhism."

Shen Chunniang quickly recovered from the sadness of missing Xiaodie. She just smiled when she heard this, stretched out her bare hands to place the tea bowl for Wutong, and said with a nonchalant smile:

"It's not about any research, I just suddenly thought of someone."

"who?"

The beauty covered her mouth and smiled: "Of course it's the little monk who only knows how to chant sutras."

"Fa Hai!"

Wutong's eyes suddenly darkened, and he felt a little irritable.

During the time he spent with Shen Chunniang, although they talked about everything from far and wide, and laughed a lot, Wutong, who had been in the world for a long time, could feel her alienation hidden under the passion, and he never expressed it in a true way. Temperament or treat yourself sincerely.

On the contrary, it is the little monk Fahai who has been gone for a long time. Although Shen Chunniang only rarely mentions him, Wutong can feel that Shen Chunniang's mood becomes a little different every time he is mentioned. .

I am a majestic evil god who claims to have traveled all over the world, but I lost to a mortal woman in front of a young monk who could not reach the Netherworld?

I have been working hard in the caravan for days without complaint. In this mountain forest full of wild beasts, not even a bug dares to come and intrude. How can I compare to a monk who can only be beaten and chant sutras?

Sometimes a woman's mind is so unpredictable that even Wu Tong, who has traveled the world for hundreds of years, cannot fully grasp it.

The teapot that was placed on the small stove began to boil and steam came out. Wutong watched Shen Chunniang constantly fiddle with the teacup in front of her, and her white little hands holding the tea leaves suddenly grabbed her tightly.

"Master!"

Shen Chunniang knitted her slender eyebrows. She didn't look angry, but her expression was extremely cold.

The atmosphere in the carriage, which had started to heat up due to the boiling teapot, now cooled down.

Wutong had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were cold. He took a deep breath of the water vapor that was floating around in the carriage, and said softly: "It's so addicting!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Shen Chunniang stood up and rushed towards the five links in vain. With her other free hand, she took out a short knife with a cold light from her sleeve and wiped it towards the five links as quickly as lightning. throat, filled with killing intent!

"kill!"

Following Shen Chunniang's low shout, several loyal servants who had been secretly designed by her earlier in the letter stood in the positions they had set earlier and stabbed the sharpened wooden sticks in their hands towards the carriage. !

Of course, a pointed wooden stick alone cannot puncture the solid carriage, so there are holes dug in advance on the walls around where the bottom bracket sits for wooden sticks to penetrate.

This fateful situation had actually been planned long before Xiaodie's death. Her death only sped up Shen Chunniang's action time.

Wu Tong turned a blind eye to the wooden stick stabbed from outside, and there was a surge of black clouds around him. With just a slight exertion, the entire carriage was torn apart like paper, with a loud noise. Come on, the few wooden thorns naturally fell aside.

He let the short knife in Shen Chunniang's hand pass across her neck, and a huge wound appeared on the white neck, but no blood flowed from it. He looked at Shen Chunniang calmly:

"Why?"

"Why? When you killed Xiaodie, I didn't ask you why."

Shen Chunniang knew that the assassination had failed, but she still sneered fearlessly.

"You already knew this."

Wutong thought he was hiding it well before, but he didn't expect that others would have seen through it long ago. He couldn't help but sigh, and evil spirits gradually gathered in his eyes:

"Women who are too smart are troublesome, but you are an exception."

The wound on his neck healed quickly. Wu Tong no longer concealed the madness and obscenity on his face, looking greedily at Shen Chunniang's body:

"Don't worry, I'm very sympathetic to you."

Before the fifth call ended, Shen Chunniang stabbed her neck with her backhand and closed her eyes sadly.

At the last moment of her life, what appeared in Shen Chunniang's mind was no longer the complicated world, but the calm sound of chanting sutras on that cold night.

At this moment, the familiar shout suddenly came to my ears: "Let that woman go!"

The blade of the blade quickly touched her neck, but was held by a warm big hand in mid-air. An almost impossible thought came to Shen Chunniang's heart, and then she opened her eyes in disbelief, but what she saw was Wutong. That disgusting smile.

There was a moment of confusion, and then her mood hit rock bottom. Just when Shen Chunniang thought that the voice just now was a hallucination before her death, Lin Hai's voice sounded again.

"Three-headed monster, do you still recognize me?"

A line of sword energy mixed with red and white roared in, causing thunder in the distance. Wutong naturally recognized this sword energy that had caused him so much suffering. He did not dare to be careless at the moment and let go of Shen Chunniang. With his hands, he gathered black energy and smashed down the sword light with one fist!

When the fists and swords touched each other, there was no sound. On the carriage with all four walls of the carriage, a ripple visible to the naked eye spread out layer by layer. Shen Chunniang, who was sitting opposite the five-way bridge, was suddenly blown away like a straw by the strong wind. When he blew up and was about to fall, Lin Hai hugged him with a smile on his face.

Out of a man's cold instinct, the moment he caught the beauty's fragrant soft jade body, the bright and almost obscene smile on Lin Hai's face instantly turned into indifference, and he met Shen Chunniang's surprised eyes.

"Fahai?"

"It's not Fahai, my name is..."

In the distance, suddenly there was a terrifying sound of thousands of ghosts crying and howling at the same time:

"Lin Hai!!----"

In the dense forest, birds flew in panic. Lin Hai faced the powerful demonic energy with all five powers fully activated. Although he had been mentally prepared, his scalp was still numb, and he let go of Shen Chunniang with a solemn expression:

"Did you hear that? Try to stay as far away as possible."

Has Shen Chunniang ever seen such a fight between gods? Although she was worried about Lin Hai, she also knew that she was just a burden here, so she nodded quickly and walked away in two steps.

Lin Hai's red and white sword energy was smashed into pieces. The human skin on the outer layer of Wutong's hands was broken, revealing the inhuman dark flesh underneath. The frame of the carriage that he sat down on had been shaken to pieces by the previous blow. Broken Wood was standing on the same spot at this time, looking at Lin Hai who had left and returned again from top to bottom:

"I didn't expect you to use such a powerful sword energy, but you are a disciple of Buddhism. Boy, is it possible for you, a small cultivator in the Nether Realm, to defeat me? How about this, you hand over your sword energy skills, and the beauty behind me is

Just give it to you."

As soon as Wu Tong finished speaking, a slender figure stepped out of the dense forest under the moon. He looked solemn and calmly put his hands together towards Wu Tong:

"Lin Hai alone can't beat you, but what about a poor monk?"
Chapter completed!