Chapter 222: Leave

The Nemesis makes a clean getaway, with Jiang Luo in hot pursuit.

Jiang Luo had never underestimated the power of the Fated One. He knew that today was the best chance to kill the Fated Man, if he let the Fated Man escape this time, it would be like letting the tiger return to the mountain, and there would not be such a good chance in the future.

Fatalist's speed is very fast, Jiang Luo grits his teeth and catches up, he looks at Fatalist's back, his eyes aiming at Fatalist's heart position.

The dagger in his hand glinted with the sharpness reflected on the golden dragon's body.

"People die without a heart."

Jiang Luo decided to understand Hei Wuchang's reminder in its simplest sense.

The Nemesis is a human being, and as long as he's a human being, his heart's the keystone.

His gaze grew stern.

As if sensing the crisis coming from behind him, the predestined man's speed grew faster and faster. However, when the Fatalist fled out of the temple's gate, he abruptly paused.

The whole Da Zhao Temple was cold and clear, not a single monk was there. But the predestined person in front of him there are eight people surrounded in front of him.

From Lu Youyi with his Teng Bi sword to Qi Ye, who has no spirit body, all of them look serious and wait in anticipation.

All the forces of the metaphysical world that could be mobilized had been mobilized, and as members of the department set up by the state to represent the metaphysical world, they were bound to do their part in this operation as well.

These men did not pose a threat to the Predestined, but the reason the Predestined did not move was because the orientation of their stations formed a subtle formation.

Once the Fated One steps in, it takes time to get out. And if the Fated One is held up for a few seconds, Jiang Luo will be able to catch up from behind.

This looks like certain death.

But the Nemesis calmed down instantly, and turned to smile at Jiang Luo when he rushed out.

"For two hundred years," the predestined man's voice was hoarse, his vocal cords were damaged, but that short period of time allowed him to recover enough to make a hoarse airy sound, "for two hundred years, I have not killed any of them."

Jiang Luo's eyelids suddenly jumped and a bad feeling rose.

No!

Don't!!!

The Fated One's robes fluttered up, and his hand reached straight out to the nearest Ge Zhu. Jiang Luo heard the Fated One's exclamatory voice, which seemed to be accompanied by a hidden smile.

"Jiang Luo, since you told me with me that it is impossible to become a god, then my insistence on not killing is just a falsehood, isn't it?"

"Stop!"

"Ge Zhu!"

The Nemesis has Ge Zhu by the neck amidst a sea of horror.

If he does not kill today, people will come to kill him.

His hopes of becoming a god were dashed, and he was deceived. It's like it doesn't matter if you kill or not.

The fury and calm of the predestined man are intertwined with the coldness of his nature.

Lu Youyi's eyes were red, "Ge Zhu--!"

Before the greatsword could be raised, the predator's other hand had already passed through his waist and abdomen.

A sharp pain struck and blood splashed. Lu Youyi looked down at the wound, then twisted his head to look at Jiang Luo's face grimacing from anger, and buried his head on the ground.

Lu Youyi ......

Jiang Luo eyes covered with a layer of blood color, he could hear the sound of his own teeth trembling.

He shouldn't have agreed to let them get involved in this, he should have rejected the plan.

Ge Zhu roars and struggles, attacking the Fatalist, who simply breaks off Ge Zhu's limbs, then grabs Ge Zhu and speeds off down the mountain.

The sharp pain almost made Ge Zhu's eyes black and his face dripping with cold sweat, but he forced himself to endure the pain of fainting and said intermittently with his last willpower, "Don't, don't let him go ......"

The subtle sound traveled with the wind to Jiang Luo's ears.

The formation is broken forcefully by the Fated Man, who uses Ge Zhu's life to get the bystanders to back off.

The people did not dare to press the issue, but Ge Zhu preferred to die rather than let the Fates escape through him.

His excellent eyesight allowed Jiang Luo to see this scene clearly. He watched the hand of his destiny pass through Lu Youyi's body, watched Lu Youyi's eyes lose their luster and fall, watched the strange curvature of Ge Zhu's arms and legs, and then, with a "bang," Jiang Luo became furious.

Monstrous anger burned his eyes red.

How can ......

How dare he!

When the Fated Man takes Ge Zhu away, the crowd is at a loss and can only anxiously surround Lu Youyi.

"Call an ambulance! And Ge Zhu, go after Ge Zhu!"

"But Ge Zhu is in the hands of the Nemesis, will we provoke the Nemesis to kill Ge Zhu directly if we go after him?!"

"Lu Youyi, don't scare us, don't die!"

"Lu Youyi, hold on, do you hear me? Hold on!"

Sai Liaoer was already crying, and drops of tears were hitting Lu Youyi's face and body.

Jiang Luo finally came to the side of his companions, he crouched down and tremblingly touched the wounds on Lu Youyi's body, the bright red blood stained his hand.

Wen Renlian's eyes were red, but he calmed down extremely quickly. He tugged on Jiang Luo's arm to pull him up, "Jiang Luo! You quickly go after the Fated Man, only you can save Ge Zhu from the Fated Man's hands! Lu Youyi leave it to us, you go!"

Jiang Luo froze and looked at him.

Ye Xun wiped away his tears and stood up, saying expressionlessly, "Jiang Luo, I'll go with you."

Jiang Luo took a deep breath and said with a sullen face, "Good."

They turned to leave, but suddenly they heard a shivering, childish voice: "Daddy!"

Jiang Luo turned around and looked, the forest weeds on both sides of the road actually came out of a ginseng doll with tears in both eyes.

The ginseng doll had been hiding next to him without making a sound, when Jiang Luo looked at him, he ran to Lu Youyi's side with a whimper, tugged on Lu Youyi's clothes and climbed onto Lu Youyi's body with a "wow" sound, and a stream of tears flowed onto Lu Youyi's wounds.

The wound recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, the ginseng doll endured the pain and gave her arm a ragged cut, the bright white clear ginseng juice slipped into Lu Youyi's lips.

Lu Youyi's face was miraculously colored.

Ginseng doll hiccuped a few times, and heartbroken his tears and juice, and feel that he can be too awesome, "Dad, it's me who sneakily hid in Uncle Lu's car to come over here, the mountain is my territory, I smelled the smell all the way to find this place, I'm awesome or not ah?"

After saying that, the ginseng doll remembered Ge Zhu, and with a face of pain, cut off a section of his ginseng whiskers, twisted his head and handed it to Jiang Luo without being able to bear to look at it, and said pitifully, "Dad, take it to save people!"

Jiang Luo just as frozen blood suddenly melted, he did not expect the ginseng doll will appear here, the peaks and troughs, Jiang Luo just feel half life from the tip of the knife down. He reached out and took the ginseng beard, and touched the ginseng doll, mute voice: "Thank you."

The ginseng doll's eyes lit up, "No thanks!"

Ahead.

The speed of the fatalist is fast, but Ge Zhu's breathing is getting weaker and weaker. Ge Zhu opened his gray eyes and looked at the roofs of the Da Zhao Temple and the branches of the trees that hurriedly passed in front of him.

Sharp pain came from every part of his body, and half of his body had trailed blood all the way from the friction with the ground.

The sky was dark, and the clouds made the day as gray as the night. The gray clouds move slowly through them, and for a moment, Ge Zhu seems to have returned to his childhood.

When he was a young monk, he used to look up at the sky with his head tilted up like this, curious about everything.

At that time, his world was only as big as the Da Zhao Temple, and whether it was sunny or rainy, there was always an equally innocent Ge Wuchen by his side.

He and Ge Wuchen were the only biological brothers in the group of orphans adopted from the Jokhang Temple.

Ge Zhu's eyes were already out of focus, and in his trance, he could hear the heavy sound of his own breathing and see his friends coming after him.

Can feel the life that keeps passing by.

He wondered if Ge Wuchen had ever suffered so much.

When he was forced to betray the Da Zhao Temple and was forced to carry the charge of patricide and matricide, was it not as painful as he was at this moment?

Anyway, Ge Zhu is feeling immense pain.

It was more painful than once when he was on the verge of being beaten to death by Ge Wuchen, tears and blood running down his face together.

"Ge Zhu!!!"

Ge Wuchen's crushed and extremely angry voice rang out in front of him.

Sharp desperation pulled Ge Zhu's consciousness back for a split second.

The Fates stopped in their tracks.

In front of him appeared Ge Wuchen, Liao Si and Hua Li, and behind them, Feng Li and Ji Yaozi, who should have stayed in the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

The moment he saw Feng Li and Ji Yaozi, the Fated One's hands tightened violently.

Ge Zhu's eyes were bulging out, and he was making "ho-ho" noises with difficulty, breathing weakly.

Ji Yaozi looks at Ge Zhu with disbelief, then at the Fated Man.

What did he see?

It's amazing that the Fated Man hurt people! How could the Fated Man, the Fated Man hurt someone?

Ge Wuchen's eyes were filled with red blood, he yelled and rushed up, trying to save Ge Zhu from the Fated Man, who shook his head and sighed, knowing that Ge Zhu's life might be a threat to Jiang Luo and Ge Wuchen, but not to Chi You's men. He threw Ge Zhu towards Ge Wuchen and then quickly rushed towards Liao Si and Hua Li.

Liao Si gave a short yelp, and Hua Li stepped forward to block him, his claws across his chest, his eyes as fierce as a wild animal's under the fox mask.

The blood that contains the power of offering heavenly powers to overcome all kinds of evil things. The Fated One squeezed out the blood from his fingers and flung it onto Hua Li's body. Easily, Hua Li was corroded by the blood splash and prostrated on the ground in agony.

The fox mask fell off, and a large chunk of flesh had been corroded off the lower half of Hua Li's fox-like face.

With no one in front of him, Liao Si took a few steps back in horror, but fortunately the Fates didn't care about him and went straight to Ji Yaozi and Feng Li, leading them on down the path.

Liao Si breathed a sigh of relief and crawled to Hua Li's side, carrying the corner of his coat and wiping the blood on Hua Li's body in a messy manner.

"Hua Li, don't die, don't die," Liao Si was incoherent, looking at Ge Wuchen who was holding Ge Zhu who didn't know whether he was alive or dead next to him as if he was sealed, his expression was even worse than crying, "I don't want at all that the first time I walked a corpse is for you guys to walk a corpse! "

Ji Yaozi doesn't want to go down with the Fates.

The Nemesis should have been ambushed and were fleeing for their lives. The more Ji Yaozi thought about it, the weirder he felt that he had to bring them along at such a time of crisis. But the Fated Man looks like he is about to go crazy, his white hair is disheveled, and his face and body are splattered with blood, he is not at all like his former transcendent appearance, instead he is a bit horrifying.

Ji Yaozi was staggered by his tug and subconsciously followed him a few steps.

He looked at the back of his nemesis with a complicated gaze.

How much of the Fates protecting them at this moment is truly because they are his children?

Feng Li followed in similar silence behind his nemesis.

The Fated Man's tone was cold, "Didn't I tell you to stay in the Heavenly Master's Mansion?"

"Predestined Man ......" Ji Yaozi's voice was dry, "You-"

"Predator, where are you trying to run to?"

An icy voice cut off Ji Yaozi's words.

A villain in a suit came from the head of the road, a false smile on his pale face, subdued as if he'd never been hurt.

Liao Si's eyes glowed as if she had seen a life-saving straw, "Master!"

The Fated Man's heart repeatedly sank down, until now, he finally had the feeling that he might die here. His eyes changed and he looked deeply at Chi You, "I'm surprised you didn't die."

The evil spirit raised an eyebrow, "I've always had good luck."

The Nemesis let go of Feng Li and Ji Yaozi, holding them back without a trace, a coldness in his eyes.

With a wolf in front of him and a tiger behind him, it wouldn't be easy for him to run away.

Not to mention escaping with Ji Yaozi, which would be even more difficult.

Just as the predator was focusing most of his attention on the evil spirit, a blast of wind came from behind, and Ji Yaozi watched as a dagger dug hard into the predator's heart.

The Fated Man's blood splattered on Ji Yaozi's face, and Ji Yaozi stiffened, raising his hand to stop it and forcing his hand down. He couldn't tell what he felt in his heart.

The paths are different, not the same.

It is even extremely ungrateful that Ji Yaozi's heart, though empty and feeling grief, is also vaguely relieved.

He had long guessed that this day would come, but he hadn't expected that the time of the predestined man's death would be so close to him.

Jiang Luo came in hot pursuit, he threw the ginseng whiskers to Ge Wuchen, reached out and grasped the dagger stuck in the back of the host's heart, and pulled it out again to send it down viciously.

Most of the splattered blood dyed his face half red, Jiang Luo grinned, scarlet sticky blood dripping down his graceful chin, "Fated one, I killed you."

The Fates slowly turned their heads.

Blood continued to spill from his mouth, but the Fated Man's eyes became as gentle as ever as he looked at Jiang Luo, and he said softly, "Jiang Luo, do you know why you came to this world?"

Jiang Luo sent the dagger in his hand further in, his smile gaudy and dazzling, "Sorry, I'm not interested."

"It was I who brought you to this world," the Predestined Man was unconcerned and said to himself, "Everyone in this world is predestined, including me. However, I found a difference in the previous 'you', the Jiang Luo of this world has an inexplicable connection with you. And once I summoned you through this connection, you would stray away from the predestination of this world. That is why you came to this world."

The Fated One suddenly grabbed Jiang Luo's left hand.

The red mole on the back of Jiang Luo's left hand is as red as the juice of a broken rose.

The Fated One's fingers gently rubbed over the red mole, his light-colored eyes locked onto Jiang Luo, "But now, you pose a threat to me. So it's time for you to go back to your world."

With a movement of his fingers, the Fated One magically erased the red mole on Jiang Luo's hand.

He said, "Leave."