The commoner who stabbed the dagger for the first time was a strong man.

When he heard Zhao Wujiang say "It's not your fault", his eyes moistened for a moment. He didn't cut off Zhao Wujiang's flesh and blood, it was just stained with blood.

He raised the knife-holding hand tremblingly, gritted his teeth and said in a trembling voice:

"My sword already has the flesh and blood of the Immortal Zhao Wujiang..."

The heavy rain hit everyone, and the people of Daxia watched in silence.

"Before, what I said was to cut off a piece of his flesh and blood!" The ghostly ghost and god sneered:

"What you have now doesn't count!

Come again!

If he commits the crime again, if one person commits the crime, a hundred people will be implicated and executed!”

The eyes of the strong man holding the knife were red and bloodshot, filled with tears. His hand holding the knife was trembling, but soon, a pair of gentle big hands grasped his hand holding the knife.

He looked stunned and realized that it was Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, held his hand, pushed it towards the wound, and said loudly:

"It's fine.

Why not cut off a piece of my flesh and blood?

A piece of flesh and blood is worth a life."

The strong man was taken by hand and cut off a piece of Zhao Wujiang's flesh and blood, which was about the size of a fingernail, but it almost made him collapse. With tears in his eyes, he did not dare to look at Zhao Wujiang.

He just knelt down with a thud, kowtowed heavily to Zhao Wujiang, turned around and left, walked into the crowd, and couldn't help but hold his cheeks with his hands.

Next person.

Next one.

Under the torrential rain, one by one, common people cut off a piece of Zhao Wujiang's flesh and blood.

Each piece of flesh and blood is not big, but there are too many people.

Soon Zhao Wujiang's body was covered in blood and flesh, and his face became a little pale, but he still looked at every innocent people gently.

The blood mixed with the rainwater blurred into pieces on Zhao Wujiang's body. Not a single piece of his body was intact, and he soon fell onto the pile of rocks.

Finally, a lean man among the people couldn't bear it anymore, trembling all over, and rushed out of the crowd with a knife.

He didn't rush towards Zhao Wujiang, but towards the ghosts and gods filled with ghostly mist, and cursed angrily:

"I'll fuck your mother!"

He slashed it with a knife, and in the process of swinging the knife, his body exploded into a blood mist that filled the sky, and fell with the rain.

The heavy rain is getting heavier and heavier, as if it is going to wash away the world completely. The heavy raindrops hitting everyone's bodies are getting colder and more painful.

After the lean man exploded into a mist of blood, he really scared off a lot of people at first.

But more and more people of Daxia stood up, including old people, strong men, and plump women.

How come they can't understand what's going on?

It's just that they didn't know it at first, but they were not stupid. Through dialogue, they already knew the identity and opposition of people like Zhao Wujiang, Gu God, Ghost God.

They are just chips used to attack Zhao Wujiang.

Among the powerful men and women who surrounded them, these gods who performed miracles frequently, how many of them regarded them as human beings?

Only the Immortal Zhao Wujiang, who was willing to sacrifice his flesh and blood for their lives, truly valued them.

They roared angrily in the heavy rain and rushed towards the ghosts and gods in the mist. They were not afraid of death and shouted the same sentence passionately.

"Protect Mr. Zhao!"

"Protect Mr. Zhao!"

"Protect Mr. Zhao!"

"Protect Mr. Zhao!"

"Protect Mr. Zhao!"

"..."

"Bang bang bang..."

They exploded into bloody mist, and the blood lingered in the air for a long time, like raindrops, dripping and dripping, flowing among the ruins of the walls.

"Ah! I'll fuck your mother!" Zhao Wujiang roared hoarsely and rushed towards the ghosts and gods like a lone wolf and wild beast.

"Boom!" He punched the ghost and god in the face, scattering the ghost mist.

The ghost and god were frightened for a moment and wanted to resist, but Zhao Wujiang's arms tightly held his body and bumped him head first.

"Bang!" With a sound, Zhao Wujiang hit the ghost's head with his head, and the sound of bone tearing suddenly sounded.

The ghosts and gods were frightened and wanted to resist. He suddenly saw Zhao Wujiang's eyes as red as the blood sun and heard Zhao Wujiang roar:

"Here comes the sword!"
Chapter completed!