I heard the old drunkard calling me and subconsciously looked back at the other person.

The old drunkard's eyes were slightly closed, but the purple pupil on his eyebrows burst into fierce light. Although it was just one eye, it gave people a feeling of a ferocious beast with a bow and could suddenly hurt people in the next second.

Without hesitation, I pulled out the Nine Stars and Fallen Moon, turned the blade and pointed it at the opponent.

Before I could accumulate strength with the knife, the purple Nine Tribulation Eye broke out from the old drunkard's eyebrows and flew straight to my eyebrows.

The speed of the Nine Tribulation Eyes came beyond my cognition. When I wanted to use a knife to block the other party, the Nine Tribulation Eyes had already flew past the edge of my blade and hit my eyebrows.

All I heard was a loud noise from my forehead and Jiujie Eyes, and my whole body flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

The Nine Stars and Cang Yue was also thrown out of her hands, and I don’t know where she fell.

The moment I landed, I felt something tucked on my forehead, and blood flowed down the edge of the turban - the iron piece hidden in my turban was broken by Jiujie's eyes.

At that time, I understood why my grandfather had asked me to carry a hiding turban since my debut. It turned out to be to guard against the Nine Tribulation Eyes.

This thought just flashed in my mind, and my man was pulled from the ground by some force and lifted it in the air.

When I opened my eyes in a daze, the old alcoholic sitting behind the table had already raised his head. There was only a dark hole in the middle of his eyebrows.

The Nine Tribulation Eyes that emerged from the old drunkard's head floated in the air like a ghost, staring at my face like a knife, as if ready to rush towards my eyebrows again.

The old drunkard sneered and said, "It seems that Wu Zhengfei has been ready for a long time, otherwise the Nine Tribulation Eye will come to you."

At this time, I finally felt a little more awake, and at least I could see the old drunkard's right hand bent into claws - the person who lifted me into the air was the old drunkard.

The old drunkard laughed strangely and said, "Wu Zhengfei is not a good thing at all. What is the rebirth of Nirvana and Reshape of the body of ghosts and gods, they are all bullshit. He wants to use me to raise the Nine Tribulation Eyes."

"Haha... it's not enough to use me to raise magic weapons. I have to make the body of ghosts and gods again, and then raise the Nine Tribulation Eyes for him."

"Wu Zhengfei is so vicious!"

The old drunkard laughed and said, "Wu Zhengfei is self-aware and knows that he can't deceive me. I will sooner or later break his vicious situation. I dare not come in. I will let his grandson come in to explore the scenery."

"I will kill anyone from the Old Wu family who comes in!"

The old drunkard said gloomyly: "You know, why don't I kill you all the time? That's because the time hasn't come."

The old drunkard pointed to the Nine Tribulation Eyes in the air: "Nine Tribulation Eyes can chase the Wu family. I have been accumulating energy for this body now so that he can give the Nine Tribulation Eyes some nutrients. When the Nine Tribulation Eyes are alive, he should chase you."

"As soon as the Nine Tribulation Eyes left, my body was completely freed. When my new body came out and swallowed the old body, I would be able to recover from my peak immediately. And you..."

The old drunkard's face became even more and more stern: "I won't let you die, I will make you a cauldron that nourishes the Nine Tribulation Eyes. I will keep the Nine Tribulation Eyes for me."

"I will also find you many women to give birth to children and use them as cauldrons. At that time, your Wu family was mine, and Jiujieyan was mine."

"Don't you like that little candy very much? And that Mu Qiubei also has something to do with you. I will arrest them all, have a bridal chamber with you, and have a child. I want you to watch your child be sucked by Jiujieyan. Haha..."

The old drunkard smiled enough before turning to look at the sea of ​​clouds rolling in the sky: "The Nine Tribulation Eyes are not on you, so I can't come out yet. Wait for a while, wait for a while, and wait for your Nine Tribulation Eyes to take root in you, and you will see if I descend to Yuntian Villa."

While the old drunkard was talking, he raised his other hand and made a gesture of pinching my headscarf from the air. He pulled it up hard, and my headscarf immediately flew away.

The blood that was originally blocked by the turban immediately fell down, and the scenery in front of me was dyed blood red.

Only the Nine Tribulation Eyes floating in the air burst out, and I couldn't help but want to rush towards my eyebrows!

The old drunkard narrowed his eyes slightly at this time: "What are you waiting for? Wu Wen can no longer move. Aren't you taking root on his head?"

The old drunkard is talking to Jiujieyan?

It shouldn't be that the Nine Tribulation Eyes are just a magic weapon. Unless it is a magic weapon with a spirit, it is impossible for the sorcerer to communicate with the magic weapon.

However, magical instruments with spirits basically exist in myths. In the eyes of sorcerers, magical instruments cannot produce spirits. Unless they are the ones who refiners, they sacrifice some kind of soul into magical instruments from the beginning, such as ghosts.

That possibility is very small, because few ghosts can withstand the sacrifices and refining for several hours or even several days. Often, the magic weapon is not completed, and the ghosts are already destroyed under the burning of fire.

Since there is no such possibility, why should the old drunkard communicate with Jiujieyan?

The old drunkard asked a few times but didn't see any reaction from Jiujieyan. He couldn't help but stand up and walked to me step by step: "Wu Wen has been fixed by me, do you have anything else to worry about?"

The old drunkard suddenly stopped: "Can you say that Wu Wen is not a seed of the Wu family?"

Jiujie's eyes floating in the air flashed a few times, but did not continue to move forward.

The old drunkard raised his hand and held it through the air. The blood hanging on my face immediately flew towards the other party's palm.

The old alcoholic dragged a few blood beads and licked it with his tongue: "That's right! It's the blood of the Wu family. Besides, can Wu Zhengfei such a smart person do stupid things to raise wild plants for people?"

Jiujie's eyes shook slightly twice, and stopped in the air again, as if they were not going to come forward again.

The old drunkard frowned and thought for a long time: "I understand, is it because Wu Wen has no ghost energy?"

The old alcoholic turned around and shouted at me without waiting for Jiujie's eyes to react, "Wu Wen, I'll ask you, who is your mother?"

I was really stopped by the old drunkard.

I have never met my parents. Sometimes my grandfather can talk about my father, especially when recalling my father's childhood, the smile on his face could not be controlled.

But my grandfather didn't mention anything about my mother. After I asked a lot, he said, "Your mother is a mortal, you'd better not know who she is. The warlock cannot get close to mortals, otherwise it will be either a disaster or a disaster."

What I said is not unreasonable. God’s secret techniques that God gave to warlocks will naturally bring them a life of incompleteness.

If there are often eight out of ten things that are not satisfactory for mortals, then the regrets left by the warlock will inevitably accompany him for the rest of his life.
Chapter completed!