Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

Duan Congyan's whole body numb with hot and damp breathing, and his whole body turned red into crayfish.

At the moment Meng Zezhi's right hand touched his belt, Duan Congyan reacted, desperately covering the bottom of his pants, not letting him move, he bit his lip, with a smell of shame: " you you--"

Meng Zezhi then realized that the atmosphere seemed a bit wrong.

Meng Zezhi yelled out injustice in his heart, the heavens are pitiful, the enemy is now, isn't he anxious in his heart? Seeing that Duan Congyan's right hand is inconvenient, he thought of helping.

but--

Meng Zezhi's eyes fell on Duan Congyan's **** earlobes, and his heart moved at will. He couldn't do nothing in vain.

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but lifted Duan Congyan's hand...

Like five thunders, the numb sensation spread along the toes to the cerebral cortex, and Duan Congyan's brain was blank.

I didn't know if it was shame or something else. After a while, Duan Congyan couldn't urinate.

Meng Zezhi snorted, his eyes moved down, and he landed on Duan Congyan's beautiful apple, his fingers moved slightly.

The next moment, a patter of water came out.

When Duan Congyan finally recovered, the warmth behind him was gone, he reached out to touch his belly, the zipper was closed, and the belt was fastened.

Duan Congyan turned around, holding both hands in front of him, pretending to be nonchalant. Fortunately, both Han Daqin's accomplishments were placed there, and there was no deliberate attention and ridicule.

I saw Meng Zezhi bit his tongue, dipped the blood on the tip of his tongue to draw a Hunyuan Yang symbol, then burned it into ashes and put it into a small bowl containing boy urine. The moment the ashes fell into the bowl, boy urine was violent. It's boiling.

After about half a minute, calm was restored in the bowl, and the pale yellow boy urine turned deep red.

After doing this, he took a brand new brush, dipped it in the boy's urine and began to draw a symbol.

Seeing this scene, Duan Congyan felt even more ashamed.

Meng Zezhi is not slow in drawing amulets, after all, he has hundreds of successful experiences. But in any case, it was not as fast as Li Wenhuan's attack. Basically, every four pieces of rune paper Li Wenhuan destroyed, Meng Zezhi could draw one.

In this way, after a half-quarter of an hour, Li Wenhuan broke in.

Ignoring Li Wenhuan's old face and a lot of transparent body, Meng Zezhi's gaze fell on the rich gloom that almost turned into substance all over his body, and said aloud, "How come?"

He later realized that Li Wenhuan must have used some secret method of sacrifice.

Li Wenhuan didn't smile, and said coldly: "With your little tricks, you want to deal with me!"

Meng Zezhi looked solemn and made a decisive decision: "I'll hold him, you guys go."

Hearing this, Han Daqin and others all changed their expressions, how could they not understand the meaning of this sentence.

"It's not that easy if you want to go." Li Wenhuan said sharply, and the Yin Qi all over his body instantly flowed, bringing up gusts of cloudy wind, and the three Duan Congyans could barely open their eyes.

"Don't even try to run away today--"

Before he finished his words, he waved a palm and rushed to the three of Han Daqin.

Seeing this scene, Meng Zezhi's pupils tightened and he greeted him with his palm without hesitation.

The moment the palms were facing each other, the pressure of the sky swept across, and Meng Zezhi flew out and slammed on the bookshelf in the corner. Accompanied by the crackling sound, the things on the bookshelf fell to the ground.

"Puff--" Meng Zezhi spouted a mouthful of blood.

"Xie Guangsheng's father Xie Uncle!" Upon seeing this, the three rushed to Meng Zezhi in a hurry.

"Tsk, it's really deep and righteous!" Li Wenhuan said with a sneer, sitting on the ground, calmly and unhurriedly.

Hearing this, the three of them all guarded Meng Zezhi behind them.

Li Wenhuan was mocking, and his tone was particularly cold: "If this is the case, then you can die together."

As he spoke, wind blades slowly gathered on the palm of his right hand.

Han Daqin's face is ashes, is he really going to die here today?

He is only twenty-seven years old this year, and his great years have just begun. He hasn't been married yet, and he hasn't given birth to one or two lively babies. How could he die!

Just in the midst of his cranky thinking, Meng Zezhi gritted his teeth secretly, determined to fight to the death. The big deal is that he blew himself up with Li Wenhuan, and in any case, he had to save the three of Duan Congyan.

Meng Zezhi stretched out his hand and touched the ground, grabbing a big guy, and the moment the thing started, the blood in his palm was wiped on the lion's head, and a gloomy light flashed.

Meng Zezhi’s attention was focused on Li Wenhuan. The moment he raised his right hand, Meng Zezhi grabbed the thing in his hand and threw it at Li Wenhuan. Li Wenhuan attacked.

Li Wenhuan saw in his eyes, he did not hide, letting it hit him without pain or itching. Just because in his opinion, Meng Zezhi and others are already fish on the chopping board, let him kill them.

But I don't want to. In the next second, what hit him is like a parasite, sticking to him tightly, and absorbing the yin qi from his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But with three breaths, the Yin Qi gathered all over his body was less than a fifth.

The aura of Li Wenhuan's whole body was in chaos in an instant, and even the wind blade in his hand collapsed.

He breathed in confusion: "What, what is this?"

Seeing this, Meng Zezhi stopped his movements in a hurry. He fixed his eyes and saw that the thing stuck to Li Wenhuan was the land in Fangwu County that he had bought back from Qiling Pavilion on Antique Street for 800,000. God seal?

Without thinking about it, Meng Zezhi made a decisive decision, grabbed a stick on the ground, bit the tip of his tongue, sprayed a bit of blood on the stick, and then rushed up.

Seeing this, Li Wenhuan raised his palm subconsciously, only to realize that he could no longer gather any yin energy in his palm.

not good--

He was shocked.

The next moment, the wooden stick engulfed the momentum of the thunder, and fiercely penetrated his heart.

"Ah -" Li Wenhuan let out a scream, exhausted his last strength, kicked Meng Zezhi's heart, and kicked him out.

With a chuckle, the blood on the wooden stick instantly turned into a ball of heat, and it burned violently, scorching Li Wenhuan's soul.

"Ah--" Li Wenhuan wailed in pain. He stretched out his hand to remove the seal on his chest, but he didn't want to touch the seal with his finger. A golden light suddenly shot out from the lion's head and hit his hand fiercely. on.

This blow became the last straw to crush Li Wenhuan.

Goose all day long, and finally be pecked by geese.

He is dead, what should Wan Zihua do?

Li Wenhuan shouted unwillingly: "No--"

As he spoke, he knelt to the ground, his soul body becoming more and more transparent, gradually turning to ashes in the fire.

Li Wenhuan is dead!

Han Daqin, who was still sorrowful of autumn and spring, was immediately stunned when he saw this scene.

Why did Li Wenhuan, who had been so young, suddenly die like this?

Meng Zezhi climbed up from the ground with difficulty, walked over, and grabbed the shining seal in the ashes, half amazed and half joy.

First, he didn't expect that the things he bought with his hands turned out to be a treasure; second, the seal could convert the evil spirit into aura.

In the dark, he had an illusion that the seal had been integrated with him.

He tried to extract the aura from the seal, and the aura on the seal instantly poured into his body like a tide, repairing his injuries little by little.

When the shining light on the seal dimmed, Meng Zezhi's injury had healed seven or eighty-eight.

Meng Zezhi's eyes are full of surprise, is this really a land **** seal?

Without waiting for him to think about it, he suddenly remembered something.

Li Wenhuan is dead, but because of the arrogant formation, nearly a quarter of his soul power has been transferred to Wan Zihuai. If this is a carelessness, what happened to Wan Zihuai, then he can brew it. It's a disaster.

On the other side, in a river-view villa in the western suburbs.

"Wen Huan, I'm so uncomfortable, Wen Huan..." Wan Zi curled up on the bed and shouted unconsciously.

The third and fourth eldest left by Li Wenhuan were inevitably upset and irritated by Wan Zihuai.

They didn't have much respect for the young lady in Wan Zihuai. It's nothing more than an actor. If this was in the era when they were alive, it was just a sluggish thing, how could they be worthy of their noble young master.

The most important thing is that, as domestic slaves of the Li family, they are often scolded by the master. When they are unlucky, dozens of boards are down and half their lives have been lost.

I thought that I would be relieved if I died, but it turned out to be good. I didn't escape the life of being enslaved even after I died, and let an **** actor crawl on their heads.

At this moment, Wan Zihuai spouted a mouthful of blood, as if he had noticed something in the dark, his voice was hoarse, and he shouted in pain: "Wen Huan——"

The two of them were sturdy and startled by Wan Zihuai. They followed their voices, and the messy Yin Qi around Wan Zihuai stopped flowing strangely: "What?"

"Dead, he's dead..." Wan Zihuai blurred his eyes for a moment.

"Who is dead?" The third child's heart jumped, apparently thinking of something, and asked anxiously.

"Wen Huan... Wen Huan is dead..."

Wan Zi held a look of despair.

How could Wen Huan die? He was so powerful and so safe, so why did he die?

The hardships of his two lives were only exchanged for Li Wenhuan, and only Wenhuan loves him sincerely and is willing to hold him in his palms.

Without Wen Huan, what should he do.

"Dead?" The expressions of the two changed drastically. They didn't doubt Wan Zihuai's judgment. After all, he was married to Li Wenhuan, and Li Wenhuan was dead, he would naturally feel it.

Almost blurted out, the old third looked terrified: "You, you mean, the young master was killed by Xie Guangsheng?"

What he thought of first was not revenge, but whether Xie Guangsheng would cut the grass and root, follow the vines, and come to the door.

Xie Guangsheng——

Suddenly hearing the name, Wanzi was eager to split: "It turned out to be him!"

Why, Mingming Wenhuan is willing to correct evil and return to righteousness, but Xie Guangsheng still refuses to forgive him?

why?

Splashing hatred surged in his heart, and the Yin Qi all over him flowed rapidly.

"Ah—" He wailed in pain, his face, neck, hands... meridians pierced out of the skin, slowly turning black.

"...He, he is going to be enchanted." The well-informed fourth child exclaimed.

"What should we do now?" The third child panicked: "Or, let's run away!"

Hearing this, the fourth child's eyes lit up, and Li Wenhuan was dead. Wouldn't they be free?

His heart was throbbing, and the light from the corner of his eyes fell on Wan Zi's arms. With a heart move, he grabbed the third child, narrowed his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Of course you want to escape, but before that, let him get rid of him."

The third child followed his gaze and immediately understood what he meant: "You mean to kill him while he is not completely enchanted, and then take the spirit power from him."

"Yes," the fourth child said sharply, "Li Wenhuan has called us for so many years, so let's not overcharge our interest now!"

"Okay." The old third exhaled heavily.

Without further ado, the two immediately encircled Wanzi.

Just when the two raised their palms and were about to embrace Wanzi, Meng Zezhi broke into the window.

"What do you want to do?" Seeing this scene, Meng Zezhi snorted coldly, and the two pieces of talisman slipped out of his hand, and then rushed up with the peach wood sword.

——These talisman papers and peach wood swords were ‘robbed’ from Qiling Pavilion when he was passing by Antique Street.

"Xie Guangsheng!"

The two evaded the talisman attack in embarrassment, and shouted in unison: "Go--"

"It's not that easy if you want to go." With a wave of Meng Zezhi's left hand, a dozen pieces of talisman paper turned into streamers and flew in all directions, instantly sealing the two people's retreat.

Then he unfolded and rushed up with his sword.

Two minutes later, Meng Zezhi, who had killed them one after another, let out a sigh of relief. Just about to turn around to check Wan Zihuai's situation, he heard a cold voice behind him: "You killed Wen Huan. ?"

Meng Zezhi's pupils tightened, and he quickly turned around, only to see Wanzi's arms floating in the air, his face covered with black meridians, especially horrified: "How did you become like this?"

Wanzi stared at Meng Zezhi with two scarlet eyes, his voice rose a little bit instantly: "Did you kill Wen Huan?"

Meng Zezhi's face was wary, and he replied in a deep voice: "Yes."

Wan Zihuai was already dazzled by hatred. He roared hysterically: "He has promised that I will no longer harm people. Why can't you let him go?"

"Killing pays for life is justified." Meng Zezhi frowned.

"What is right and right? If God really opens his eyes, why can a scum like He Mingyuan become the actor? Wan Ziqing is still at large now..." At this point, Wan Zihuai looked sluggish and said: "I, for two lifetimes ."

Then you have to ask yourself, what kind of evil did you commit in your last life, and you will have that kind of fate in your last life.

But at least Wan Zihuai's rebirth was indeed an omission by the underworld.

Meng Zezhi paused: "Is Li Wenhuan really that charming? It's worthy of you to show him so much."

"What do you know?" Wanzi's face was distorted, and his voice burst into tears: "Wen Huan, he is the only warmth I live in this world. He saved my life, and he took care of me in every possible way..."

Having said that, his tone changed, and he said in hatred: "It was you, it was you who ruined my love and ruined my happiness——"

Meng Zezhi frowned slightly: "I really don't understand, why do you think it is a very happy thing to be with someone who forces you?"

Wanzi's expression stagnated.

Speaking of this, Meng Zezhi realized: "Don't you hate Li Wenhuan? You hate it, but compared to the convenience Li Wenhuan brings you, it is far from comparable to this hatred, and even makes you ignore other people. Life and death. You may love Li Wenhuan, but you are more habitual to regard him as a safe haven, otherwise you shouldn’t be the one who ruined your happiness when you question me now. So, don’t take him. The position of the victim is too right."

He said so much and didn't mean anything else.

After all, people are selfish, and Meng Zezhi is the same. He knows that he can't beat Li Wenhuan head-on, so he took advantage of Wan Zihuan to protect himself.

But Wan Zihuai was obviously pricked by the words of Meng Zezhi. After losing his mind, he said angrily: "But what can I do? I have no choice from start to finish."

If he can be a good man, why should he make himself like this.

Meng Zezhi shouted, "So I have never targeted you."

Xu used Wanzihuai before. He felt guilty or pity Wanzihuai. Meng Zezhi said slowly: "I don't want to do anything to you. You can't beat me. Li Wenhuan is dead. You are free. Now, it’s better to leave this sad place, reincarnate and start again..."

Speaking of this, Meng Zezhi glanced at Wan Zi's arms with a complicated expression, and walked out of the room.