"You are my father, but you watched others kill my mother. Ask Yun Xiyao, does she regard me as an elder brother? In your eyes, what am I! What are these puppets? They are all objects! They can be easily killed and destroyed! I want to destroy the puppet art! Kill you bastards!"
Yun Wu staggered up from the ground, his clothes were already stained with blood, and his lips were bloodless.
He grasped his sword, and said decisively, "Today, you don't want to hurt him!"
The crowd was shocked by his remarks, and they had mixed feelings in their hearts, and saw him standing so solemnly among the crowd.
People's hearts are made of flesh, and some people have silently taken a step back.
"Okay! Very good! Yun Wu, this is interesting! You have liked these lowly puppets since you were a child, and treat them as human beings! I will kill them all in front of you. Especially Fengming, I will kill them all in front of him. With a hundred holes stabbed in his body, I want you to watch him suffer every day!" Yun Xiyao firmly held Feng Ming down, raising the knife and dropping it.
"I don't allow you to hurt him!" Yun Wu rushed over like an arrow at a high speed, stabbing at Yun Xiyao.
Yun Xiyao was forced to take a step back, her eyes were full of anger, "Qing Tong!"
The girl in black walked over from the crowd as if strolling in the courtyard, walked up to Yun Xiyao, drew her sword and stabbed fiercely forward.
With a sound of "Puff", everyone saw a silver sword piercing Yun Xiyao's shoulder, and then pulled it out fiercely.
Zhao Miaomiao kicked Yun Xiyao out and helped Fengming up from the ground.
The night wind was blowing, the girl's skirt was dancing without wind, and there was a pair of black and bright gloomy eyes printed on that pale face.
Zhao Miaomiao grinned, and Qingling's voice sounded, "He's right, you really deserve to die."
Everyone was horrified, and they all looked at Zhao Miaomiao with wide eyes.
Yun Wu even stared blankly at Zhao Miaomiao standing in front, with his mouth slightly open.
A puppet against the will of its master? can laugh? Can talk?
"No! Why can you talk?" Yun Xiyao got up from the ground in embarrassment.
"Your father also asked this question." Zhao Miaomiao smiled lightly, her dark eyes blinking playfully a few times.
"Yes you killed my father?" Yun Xiyao suddenly realized, with great sorrow surging in her eyes.
"Yes. He tortured me for thirteen years and turned me into a puppet. So what if he was killed? Unfortunately, he is too useless. I just stabbed him and kicked him. I just died~ Really, I haven¡¯t used their tricks yet~ But, fortunately, you are still here~¡±
"You!" Yun Xiyao was speechless, "How dare you! Youmonster!"
"Haha, isn't the monster also made by your Yun family? I am a puppet, but I can talk, laugh, and have the same feelings as you. Do you still think that a puppet is an object or a weapon? How many innocent people have your hands contaminated? blood, can you hear these puppets crying?"
Zhao Miaomiao's fingers fluttered, forming a row of runes quickly, and he muttered, "Use my spirit to untie your body."
She clapped her bare hands, and those runes hit the nearest puppet.
"You know how to break the spell?" Father Yun's footsteps trembled slightly, and a mouthful of old blood rushed up.
"Old man, why do you ask after seeing it?" Zhao Miaomiao said in a harsh tone, she already knew that Father Yun Wu was an idiot. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com