Chapter 718 Recognition between ancestors and grandchildren

The man on the bed woke up.

He opened his cold eyes, like two dark openings in purgatory, and a murderous aura like Yama swept over him.

He moved slightly, and the sword in his hand instantly shattered into blades.

The man in black was almost blinded by a flying blade.

After turning aside, he looked at the other party in disbelief, and finally understood why his master sent so many masters to assassinate him.

It’s not just that there are so many masters in the Holy Maiden Temple, but this guy is simply a master among masters!

However, he had just woken up and sounded very weak.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

The man in black took out the dagger from his waist with his left hand and stabbed the man in the heart.

But before his knife touched the man, he was knocked away by the man's palm.

He knocked down the table behind him and fell to the ground in a state of disgrace. Four of his ribs were broken, his internal organs were damaged, and he vomited out a pool of blood.

This is just the power of one palm.

My companions were also a little shocked when they saw this.

The people who came here tonight were all top masters, but in the hands of this man, they couldn't even catch a single move.

At this moment, he glanced around and caught a glimpse of the slightly swaying curtain beside him.

He stretched out his big hand and grabbed a little girl from behind the curtain.

"It's really lively tonight..."

He sneered coldly.

Just now, the four little ones were bored and playing hide and seek.

Wei Xiyue stood behind the curtain, closed her eyes and counted, while the three little tiger heads hid, waiting for her to count to twenty before looking for them.

She was only halfway through the count.

"You just surrender, or I'll kill you - uh - uh -"

Before he finished the last word, the companion of the man in black felt his throat being strangled by a terrifying internal force.

His face turned purple, his eyes bulged out, and the veins on his forehead popped out one by one.

The man on the bed waved his hand, and a powerful internal force hit him, sending him flying and hitting the wall.

There were a few more crunching sounds, and all the bones in his body were broken.

He lay face down on the cold floor, trembling like a dying fish.

"No...this is not...possible..."

The man sat up with a cold expression and walked down to the ground barefoot.

I don't know if it's been too long since he hasn't moved around, so his steps are a little sluggish.

His eyes were also very empty, and his eyes were blood red.

The two men in black were unable to move and had lost all their fighting power.

They looked at this man with empty eyes and suddenly realized that he had been turned into a puppet.

His killing move just now was not to save those children, it was because he felt their murderous intention.

The man stepped over a man in black with an expressionless expression.

He came to the heavy stone door and struck it down with one palm.

There was a small crack in the stone door.

He struck twice with his palms in succession.

When the third palm came down, the heavy stone door shattered with a bang.

Dust and stone chips rushed towards his face, and he didn't even blink.

Just when he was about to step out, Wei Xiyue spoke softly: "Grandpa."

The man's steps paused.

"grandfather."

Wei Xiyue called him again.

He turned around slowly and looked at Wei Xiyue with a pair of bloodthirsty eyes.

The man in black reminded sarcastically: "Little girl... he is not your grandfather... he is a puppet... a monster that has lost all humanity..."

Wei Xiyue ignored him, holding the jar in her arms, running up to the tall and mighty man, raising her face as big as a palm: "Grandpa."

He slowly squatted down and knelt on one knee.

His eyes were still empty, as if he didn't know what he was doing.

Wei Xiyue put down the jar, opened her soft little arms, and hugged his neck without any fear.

"grandfather."

Not a puppet, not a monster.

It's grandpa.

The best grandpa ever.

The puppet has no memory and no emotions.

Even due to being under the control of drugs for many years, some powerful puppets may even lose the ability to express language.

The man was held by the little girl in a daze, with a trace of confusion flashing through his bloodthirsty eyes.

But gradually, the murderous look in his eyes seemed to fade away a little bit.

He opened his mouth with difficulty and said awkwardly and word by word in a hoarse voice: "Xi, Yue."

…

"Saint! Saint!"

The saint was injured a while ago and it took a lot of effort to recover, so she naturally had to rest early.

But as soon as he lay down, he was disturbed by the noise outside.

She frowned displeased: "What's the matter?"

The disciple who came to report the news said in a panic: "Someone broke into the Qionghua Palace without permission! They broke into the secret room! They even locked the Lin Chief outside!"

It's not strange to break into the Saint Lady's Hall, but it's a little more intriguing to break into the Qionghua Hall. And being able to find the secret room directly shows that tonight's uninvited guest is going to that person.

The saint put on her clothes and came out: "How many people are there in total?"

The disciple said tremblingly: "Okay, there are many..."

The saint said calmly: "How many have gone in?"

The disciple trembled: "Two..."

The man has not yet woken up. Not to mention two, just one can kill him.

The saint's expression turned cold and she immediately went to the Qionghua Palace.

The masters of the Holy Lady Temple and the assassins in black are still fighting.

The saint just glanced at it briefly and then entered the temple.

But when she came to the door, all she saw was the mess on the ground, the destroyed stone door, the unconscious disciples, and the envoy Lin who was crushed under the rubble.

As for the secret room, it was already empty.

The saint knelt down and pricked the acupuncture point with a silver needle.

The captain regained some consciousness and looked at the saint weakly: "Holy... saint..."

"He was taken away?" the saint asked.

The captain shook his head slightly: "He... he left by himself..."

The saint's brows furrowed.

"Also... I also brought..." Commander Lin was so weak that he passed out again before he finished speaking.

In this case, it is useless to prick the acupoints with silver needles for the second time.

At this time, Chief Lu also rushed over with a hurried expression.

She glanced at the destroyed stone gate, the unconscious Commander Lin and his disciples, and their expressions changed.

She hurriedly went into the secret room to check again, and saw only two dead men in black.

She came out of the secret room with a solemn expression: "Saint?"
To be continued...