MTL - The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse-Chapter 135 One hundred and thirty-fifth tripod

◎Last chance◎

As a bloodline of the Celestial Clan, Tianjun has long heard of what the Song family's patriarch said, but he never took it to heart, believing that the Song family would always submit to the Celestial Clan.

As long as all things in the world exist, there will be so-called natural enemies of mutual generation and mutual restraint.

The Song family is a double-edged sword. If you use it well, it can help the Heavenly Clan's bloodline to become better.

Tianjun is not worried that he will be hurt by the Song family, because the Song family has long been tamed by the ancestors of the heavenly clan, and has been used by the heavenly clan for generations.

Maybe it was because he didn't pay attention, he just forgot about it, he didn't remember it at all, and there was such a thing.

Except for the descendants of the Celestial Clan, no one else knew about this matter. Unexpectedly, the Song family is not stupid, and they also know that they will save a back-up for themselves and pass this unspoken secret from generation to generation.

"This monster is actually the illegitimate child of Tianjun and the daughter of Demon Domain?! Did I hear it wrong?"

"This gentleman gave birth to this son in order to save Prince Yuan, and he exchanged his heart for the sake of his heart... If you say that, is it true that the rumor that Prince Yuan was seriously injured by a monster is true?"

"That's right! Prince Yuan has been living in the east hall for a long time since he came back from the demon, and has never shown one side. It took half a month before he appeared in the Zaochao hall with a pale face."

"If what this person said is true, then Prince Yuan will have the opportunity to appear in the hall after he has obtained this son's heart and regained his new life..."

The voices of everyone's discussions were endless, and the public opinion obviously fell to Pei Ming's side.

Hearing that, Tianjun tightened his bushy eyebrows, obviously a little anxious. He originally wanted to use the ghost emperor's hand to remove Pei Ming, but he didn't want to be exposed to the secrets of the Tianzu and the Song family, and even Pei Ming's life experience was on the cusp of this storm. Present to the public.

If there are only people from the Heavenly Clan here, everyone can still care about his Heavenly Sovereign's face and dare not talk about it. Even if there are any doubts in their hearts, they must bear it.

He can wait until after dealing with Pei Ming, and then think of a way to break the so-called truth in the mouth of the Song family patriarch, so that the people of the Celestial Clan who are present today obediently keep their mouths shut.

However, the ghost emperor and the people in the ghost world are all there, and the Song family's patriarch feels that people's words are terrifying, and wants to take this opportunity to wash away the stains on Pei Ming's body before the public.

Tianjun was at a disadvantage at this time and was passive. If he wanted to prove that the words of the Song family's patriarch were nonsense, he had to accept the provocation of the Song family's patriarch.

In other words, he had to prove that the unrecognizable man in front of him was not the head of the Song family, in order to break through other 'rumours' about Pei Ming's life experience.

And the best way to prove that this person is not the Patriarch of the Song family is to let this person try to see if this person's blood can burn Tianjun.

But the problem is that Tianjun clearly knows that this person is the head of the Song family, and also knows that the blood of the Song family can burn him, so how can he sit still and let the head of the Song family come to him.

Tianjun seemed to be caught in an endless loop, listening to more and more uncontrollable mutterings, his eyes became more and more gloomy, and the ice-cold seemed to be a deep pool, and then he looked at Shengtongjun viciously.

Shengtong-jun is the right-hand man of Tianjun. He came to the Immortal Mansion to rescue Prince Yuan and arrest Pei Ming, and naturally he must be by his side.

Hearing the accusations of the Song family's master, a strange and complicated emotion rose in his heart - a sense of guilt that was almost at the top, mixed with happiness that had been buried for many days, like a surging before the tide. .

Sheng Tongjun thought that after destroying the Song family, his great revenge would be avenged, and the resentment in his heart would be quelled.

But no, as soon as he closed his eyes, he could see the blurred body and face of Chili-Jun soaked in the sea, like a pink and yellow starfish with hair, and full of holes like the holes in the octopus feet, exuding a stench. rotten smell.

He was a good friend who fought side by side with him, and a brother who had been born and died for many years and existed like blood relatives. Just because of a ridiculous misunderstanding, he died at the hands of a lowly servant girl.

Lord Chili can die in battle, wrap his body in horse leather, and die for the monarch, the world and the people, but he must not die in a woman's plan like that.

The more Shengtongjun thought about it, the more annoyed he was at Tianjun's inaction. He didn't understand why he would follow such a despicable villain who only cared about his own fame, fortune, and reputation, without caring about brotherhood, loyalty and filial piety.

He is always looking forward to someone exposing the ugly face of Tianjun, digging out the dark and salty scorpion hidden on the surface of the gentleman, and revealing his filthy nature.

He thought that he would have to wait for many years, until the cowardly and inaction Song family daughter was full of wings, enough to join forces with Pei Ming, enough to compete with Tianjun.

I didn't expect this day to come so soon.

Sheng Tongjun's eyes were slightly raised, and his face was calm and almost strange: "You said these words so well, that I, the client, almost believed them."

"You said that the blood of the descendants of the Song family can burn the Heavenly Monarch. I have never heard of this kind of rambling rumors, and I have no confidence at all."

"Who knows if you have added something crooked to your blood just to fabricate lies and convince others of your words?"

Xu Shisheng Tongjun was too calm, and what he said was logical, Tianjun reluctantly calmed down, and followed his words: "Shengtongjun is right, your words are eloquent, but you are empty from beginning to end. Tooth, no proof."

"When the Song family destroyed the family back then, there were all human and physical evidence, how could you make up a story in just a few words to change it?"

"And the life experience of that evil barrier is even more nonsense. I am a god, and I am incompatible with the demon domain. How can I commit adultery with the witch for my own selfishness—"

His voice was loud, and his words were extremely infectious, which made the person whose wind direction was obviously biased towards Pei Ming just woke up in time.

They are really crazy, they don't believe that Tianjun has been acting as a gentleman for many years, and he is the iron-blooded general Shengtongjun, who is born and died for the Tianzu, and believes in a person with an indescribable reputation.

The direction of the discussion changed again, and Tianjun had changed from passive to active attack, but Song Dingding felt that something was wrong.

Sheng Tongjun's words sounded like he was fighting for Tianjun on the surface, but when he thought about it carefully, he could feel something strange, as if he was setting a trap to lead Tianjun into the circle. .

Before she could think deeply, then Sheng Tongjun spoke again: "So, if you want people to convince you, you have to show hard evidence that people can't refute..."

"Since you said that your blood can burn the descendants of the Celestial Clan, it just so happened that the Emperor Wuye also came today, so he asked Tianjun, Emperor Wuye and several heavenly soldiers to put on the cap and the same clothes."

He paused and continued: "Try it on a few people and see if your blood can burn the descendants of the Heavenly Clan or everyone."

As soon as this statement came out, the crowd immediately boiled.

Emperor Wuye is the younger brother of the Heavenly Emperor and the blood of the Heavenly Clan. The impact of Prince Yuan’s looting this time was too great. The Heavenly Emperor attached great importance to this matter, but he was unable to go down to earth in person, so he entrusted the matter to Emperor Wuye. .

On the other hand, Emperor Bu Ye has been hiding in the crowd, never expressing his opinion from the beginning to the end, like an idler who is out of the way.

At this time, Sheng Tongjun dragged Emperor Wuye into this inexplicable disaster, Emperor Wuye frowned, raised his eyelids slightly, and looked at Shengtongjun.

Sheng Tongjun didn't say a word, just smiled at him.

Emperor Wuye raised his eyebrows, took his eyes back, and landed on Tianjun again.

At this time, Tianjun looked stunned, and it seemed that he hadn't reacted yet. Sheng Tongjun just said something.

It's just the pale face that honestly and instinctively reflects his complicated and anxious mood at the moment.

Emperor Wuye seemed to understand something, but because of the importance of this matter and the face of the Celestial Clan, he had to pretend not to understand and nodded slightly: "Just do as you said."

Being able to achieve the position of emperor is naturally not an ordinary person. If you put this matter away today, you will not be able to completely convince the public.

Instead of letting everyone think wildly and speculate secretly, it is better to retreat instead of advancing, and let the Song family patriarch try to see if his blood can burn their Celestial Clan people.

Emperor Wuye raised his hand and waved his back to the subordinate beside him twice.

Tianjun's darkened pupils lit up again, he seemed to understand what Chengtong-jun and Wuyedijun meant, and straightened his slightly curved spine: "Until the Yellow River, my heart will not die, then it will be your intention, Let you try!"

After all, he waved his sleeves away, and selected a few confidants who were similar to him and Emperor Wuye among the heavenly soldiers.

The Emperor Wuye made a tactic on the spot, set up a small barrier, hiding the breath and the image, and walked into the barrier with a few people, put on a bamboo hat, a hat, and dressed in disguise.

Outsiders can't see inside this barrier, let alone hear the voice inside the barrier. Emperor Wuye looked at Tianjun coldly, didn't speak, just looked at him.

That powerful gaze was so heavy that Tianjun couldn't raise his head. It was said that the stool was big, and it was small, so it was only a matter of whether the Emperor Wuye was willing to help him lie.

He didn't say a word, he was middle-aged, but he still looked like a child who did something wrong, and he had no power in front of Emperor Wuye.

Xu Shi was silent for a long time, and Emperor Buye finally looked away and sighed: "Forget it, I will ask the Emperor to decide this matter when I go back, and solve the current trouble first."

This is the default, to help Tianjun get out of trouble.

Tianjun breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the matter in front of him was settled first, before making it a big issue, and protecting the reputation of the Tianzu and his, this matter became the internal affairs of his Tianzu.

Even if the Heavenly Emperor punished him and cared about the reputation of the Heavenly Clan, it would just punish him to think behind closed doors for thousands of years and endure the hardships.

At that time, he will take the responsibility on himself, and Pei Yuan will not do anything to the emperor who loves Pei Yuan like that. Not sure, but also to find a way to help Pei Yuan recover, in order to block the world's long speech.

Seeing that Emperor Wuye was so calm, Tianjun found some comfort in his heart. He looked a lot calmer, listening to the voice of Emperor Wuye slowly, and arranged the next thing.

"It's not bad that he belongs to the Song family. His blood can burn both of us. It's hard to pretend not to be burnt in front of everyone. Therefore, we do the opposite and create burns on everyone. trace…"

If everyone has different degrees of burn marks after coming into contact with the blood of the Song family patriarch, this can prove that the identity of the Song family patriarch is fake, and there is a problem with the blood, which can not only burn the descendants of the Heavenly Clan, but also burn. ordinary people.

If even the identity of the Song family's patriarch can't stand scrutiny, then what he just said has become a lie.

Emperor Wuye didn't want to do this at first, but it was a matter of great importance, and he was helpless.

In his palm, he transformed six or seven flaming talismans into the hands of a few people and asked them to cover the flaming talismans on their arms.

This talisman sticks to the skin, and it is cold and cold, and just by pinching a formula, the talisman disappears on the arm without a trace.

"Except for me and Tianjun, when you touch his blood, you will urge the talisman paper, and the talisman paper will burn on the skin, creating the illusion of being burned."

After the exhortation, several people changed their clothes, dressed in the same clothes, and put on the hats and hats on their heads.

These people selected by Tianjun are all reliable cronies of the Tianzu, and their height, weight and even body shape are almost the same as them.

They dressed up and walked out of the barrier one after another. Tianjun was about to leave, but was stopped by Emperor Wuye: "Tianjun stay."

Emperor Wuye rarely addresses him in such a serious manner, but Tianjun was stunned for a moment: "Does the emperor have anything to tell him?"

"Shengtong-Jun..." Emperor Wuye hesitated, his eyelashes as white as frost and snow flickered twice: "What's the matter with you and him?"

Tianjun, who originally thought he would be taught a few words, looked slightly startled: "In the past, Shengtongjun was not like this, he seems to be a little abnormal today..."

But what is abnormal, Tianjun can't tell.

What's more, he was only concerned about his own affairs, worried and fearful, lest the events of the past could not be covered and exposed to the public.

However, he never noticed that Sheng Tongjun's mood was fluctuating and abnormal.

It's just that Shengtongjun clearly thought about using such a way of retreating to advance, but he never told him, it really scared him into a cold sweat, and almost thought that Shengtongjun was turned against by Pei Ming.

Seeing that Tianjun couldn't say a thing or two, Emperor Buye didn't ask any more questions, just frowning tightly, not soothing.

He always felt that something was wrong, but if what the Song family's patriarch said was true, then Sheng Tongjun was also a participant in this matter, and it was not good for Sheng Tongjun to expose this matter to the public.

Thinking like this, Emperor Wuye felt a little at ease, waved his sleeves, and the barrier was broken in an instant.

Everyone who had been waiting for a long time saw about seven men dressed in the same clothes and wearing black caps appearing in front of them.

Those few people have undergone special training and exist for the descendants of the Celestial Clan.

They have to imitate the behavior of the Son of Heavenly Emperor since childhood, and they have been screened layer by layer, only to be confused at critical moments and protect the safety of the descendants of the Heavenly Clan.

Unexpectedly, it came in handy at this time.

Tianjun chose three people, Buye Dijun only chose two people, a total of seven people, the wind was blowing while walking, the black veil hanging down from the hat to the waist covered the face, and it was impossible to identify who was for a while. who will come.

Sheng Tongjun tilted his head towards his subordinates and motioned for his subordinates to go to greet the Patriarch of the Song family whose arms were dripping with blood.

The subordinate sent a roll of gauze to signal the Song family head to stop the bleeding first, but the Song family head did not appreciate it.

Watching this battle, he knew that Sheng Tongjun was uneasy and kind.

Who knows, what conspiracies and tricks are waiting for him in their Celestial Clan.

He walked slowly, the arc of his palm cut by the blade was full of flesh and blood, and the indistinct texture was permeated with a bewitching bright red.

After being burned, his face looked like a skinned man. The newly grown tender flesh was intertwined with ferocious holes. The Song family's face was calm, but no one knew how nervous he was at the moment.

As far as the Heavenly Clan is concerned, he is nothing but an ant. He can't help the Heavenly Clan, let alone kill his enemies and avenge his dead parents, wife, relatives and friends.

This is his last chance.

- If they can't pull their Celestial Clan people off the altar and clear the name for Pei Ming, he will not be able to die, and there will be no face under Jiuquan to face the unjustly killed Song family.

The eyes of tens of thousands of people were condensed on the palm of his hand at this time.

Xu Shi was afraid that the blood would not be enough, so the Patriarch of the Song family picked up the sharp blade in his hand, and without hesitation, slashed again on the wound that had just condensed.

With this knife, the bones can be seen deep, the bones are hanging in the flesh, and the blood splatters everywhere. Everyone who sees it hurts, and some people even turn their heads.

He didn't seem to notice the pain, and he couldn't wait for a moment. He pulled up the arm of the man in the lead, rolled up his sleeves, and couldn't wait to clench his palms into fists to drip blood.