The silkworm lady laughed miserably on the side, watching Zhuo Bufan slowly fall, just like watching a wall eroded by wind and rain collapse with a bang.

Then, in front of her, he slowly became a puddle of mud, unable to move, struggling, begging, begging her to give him an antidote, but she still killed him.

What kind of pleasure would that be, what kind of achievement would it be.

The thought of this made her throb for a while.

However, all of a sudden, she herself suddenly felt an inexplicable paralysis, as if she was being constantly caressed and dominated by a pair of unintentional big hands on her body.

At this moment, her flesh no longer belonged to her.

As much as she wanted to open her eyes and see what was going on, she couldn't help but want to close them, as if she wanted to fall asleep.

What's going on here?

This is a complete sign of a bloody begonia.

The bloody begonia was obviously released by me, but why did I get the bloody begonia myself. An inexplicable fear suddenly surged in the heart of the silkworm lady.

She finally realized her true fear.

Every time she saw the frightened and struggling look of others before they died, she would feel an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in her heart.

However, now when she herself began to experience this fear, she really understood that fear was not as fun as she imagined.

Actually, this is not something that makes the silkworm lady feel afraid.

What made her feel even more frightened and unbelievable was that Zhuo Bufan, who had obviously fallen down just now and was about to become a puddle of mud, suddenly stood up at this time, looked at her with a cruel face.

Zhuo Bufan stood in front of her like an ice tower, the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and with an indescribable coldness on his face, he said:

Silkworm lady, at this moment, there must be a question in your heart, this question may be that it is obviously the bloody begonia you used, but why can I, who has already fallen, still stand in front of you again, but you yourself have fallen.

Speaking of this, he suddenly "hummed", the expression on his face became even more cruel, although the gentle, thin short knife in his hand had been sheathed, but it still made the silkworm lady shudder.

Zhuo Bufan said in a deep voice: I think, you should know that in this world, there is such a kind of kung fu, when you hit the opponent, it will bounce back intact, just like you swing a fist at yourself in the mirror.

Moreover, the greater the force you use, the more vicious the moves you use, the greater the damage you will suffer, the more poison you apply to the other party, the deeper the poison you have, as you are also under the gate of the Ogi Mirror Palace, you should know better than me, what kind of kung fu is this, right?

Hearing this, the face of the silkworm lady, which was already pale enough, became even whiter at this moment.

She even screamed out and said, "Back to the light!?You, you are also from the Ogi Mirror Palace?"

Zhuo Bufan said indignantly: That's right, this is the kung fu that can return to the light, and all the moves in the world can be returned intact.

Although the silkworm lady was numb, her eyes were still wide open, as if she wanted to see the person in front of her clearly, and said loudly: Who are you in the direction of the quick knife?

When she said the words "quick knife to the square", Zhuo Bufan's eyes suddenly flashed with extreme respect and longing.

However, he did not speak, but gently touched the short knife inserted in his waist, which was very light, very thin, as light as the wind, as thin as a cloud.

Such a short knife is probably only one person in the world.

This person is the quick knife to the side.

Seeing this short knife, the silkworm lady seemed to have finally remembered what to kill, and suddenly screamed out loudly, saying: You are a disciple of the fast knife to the side.

Zhuo Bufan looked at her and didn't speak.

If you don't speak, you acknowledge it.

The originally frightened face of the Heavenly Silkworm Lady suddenly calmed down, and then, with a sneer, said in a deep voice: Since you are a person from the Dijing Palace, and since you are a disciple of the Quick Sword Xiangfang,

Presumably, you should also understand how tragic the end of betraying the Ogi Mirror Palace is, not to mention that the palace master will not spare you, I'm afraid that even your master Kuaidao Xiangfang will not spare you.

Why did you betray Ogi Kagami?

Zhuo Bufan's expression suddenly became excited, his eyes suddenly moistened, and then, looking at the silkworm lady, he said word by word:

Because of friends, because of friendship, because I have changed from the devil to a human being, a real person, a person with feelings, the master gave me life, but my friends gave me feelings.

Ever since I joined the Ogigami Palace, I've been living an inhuman life, and all I can do every day is kill, kill, kill endlessly, until I'm nauseous, until I vomit, and I keep killing.

Speaking of this, he looked at the plaque hanging on the top of his head that read "Dust with light", his expression was a little trance, as if he was recalling the past, and said:

Ten years ago, I received a task to go to the turmoil to wipe out the Feng family, but I unfortunately missed and fell into the hands of the old man Feng.

However, instead of killing me, the people of the Feng family helped me heal my wounds, help me resolve the hatred in my heart, and treat me like a real person.

It was from that day that I truly understood that in this world, there is something more important than killing, and that is friendship.

He looked at the Silkworm Lady, who was almost unstable, and continued: "The people of the Feng family did not look down on me because I had committed so many sins and killed so many people before.

On the contrary, they still regarded me as their most trustworthy friend, as their own son, and from that day on, I told myself,

It is absolutely not permissible for anyone to touch half a finger of the Feng family, even if the palace master comes in person, even if I am myself broken and tortured by the palace master, I will protect the people of the Feng family.

Speaking of this, a contemptuous smile flowed from the corner of his mouth, and said: Hmph, it's ridiculous to talk about friendship with you inhumane people.

At this moment, the body of the silkworm lady seemed to be completely numb, and she suddenly fell to the ground, panting and said: "But, how did you take precautions and return to the light before I made the bloody begonia?"

Zhuo Bufan looked at her, a disdainful smile appeared on his lips, and then walked to Old Man Feng's bed and pointed to the table in front of the bed.

There was a water bottle under the table, and in the water bottle was a flower, a flower that had completely withered and blackened.

He was afraid that the old man would accidentally knock it down again and put it there himself.

When Mr. Feng was young, he was a very elegant person, and he was also a very clean person, and this habit did not disappear because of age.

On the contrary, the older he gets, the more he seems to like Fengya's things, because Fengya always makes him feel that he is younger again.

Therefore, he would always order a flower to be planted in the water bottle in his bedroom, sometimes a tulip, sometimes a lily, sometimes a rose, sometimes a chrysanthemum......

He would always watch the flowers bloom slowly in front of him, and when the most beautiful flowers bloomed, he would replant another one, never until they withered, much less until they withered.

Because this is a very unlucky thing for the old man Feng, who has been sick for so long.

So, regardless of spring, autumn, winter or summer, there will always be a blooming flower in his room.

Therefore, no matter how serious his illness is, he will never forget to water these flowers, and even if he has no strength, he will definitely bless the scary people to do it.

However, at this moment, the lily that he had just picked up and inserted in it at dawn had completely withered, and it was not yet a natural wither.

Those petals that were originally pure and snow-white had now turned black, dead black.