MTL - Water Recovery System-Chapter 51

The people in Mocheng thought that Su Yun was the Bodhisattva they were waiting to save their lives, but they never thought that he was a jackal who was on the same level as the prefect and the others.

They colluded and opened a pharmacy called "Yiyantang". In this pharmacy, only one kind of "holy water" was sold. After drinking it, all diseases will disappear, and there is no need to worry about the plague.

The price of this holy water is also sky-high, and one hundred taels of silver can only buy a small bottle.

Ordinary people can't afford it naturally, they can only cry and beg Su Yun to show mercy.

Su Yun is also ruthless. If you have a boy in your family, you have to sell yourself as a boo; if you have a girl in your family, you have to sell yourself to a brothel; only then will you give alms. The more he watched others struggle and pain, and tasted all the sins he had suffered, the happier Su Yun's heart became!

Regarding this, the people in this city of Mocheng dare to be angry but dare not speak.

After a long time, this huge Mocheng seemed to be like Su Yun's surname "Su".

In this desert city, Su Yun can be said to have the wind to get the wind, and the rain to get the rain. Perhaps because of the frequent drinking of the water in this space, his appearance has become more and more beautiful, and the beauty is indisputable. Even the people under his men looked at him sometimes, and they were obsessed with it, as if they had lost their souls.

Su Yun used this spatial water to attract countless people willing to work for him, and even three or two of them climbed onto Su Yun's bed.

In these days, Su Yun had completely forgotten Fanyin and Shen Jiayan.

Unexpectedly, the Sanskrit would suddenly appear in front of him, and it was still when he and his two subordinates were happy at the same time.

Fan Yin was dressed in a dark black robe with his hands behind him. He looked at him with a cold expression, as if looking at an insignificant ant, and said coldly: "Su Yun, give me the water."

Su Yun faintly noticed some changes in the Sanskrit sound, but undoubtedly this Sanskrit sound attracted him even more. It's like pure white rice paper, stained with ink. The more intense the color, the more people can't help but delve into it.

Su Yun kicked the man on her body. Then he walked barefoot to the front of Pan Yin, licked the corners of his lips and said: "Guo Pan Yin, if you really want this holy water, you may wish to consider my previous suggestion. How about? If Pan Yin Guo is willing to take the place of the two of them. , Then as much as you want this holy water, I can give you as much as I can."

Hearing this, Su Yun's two subordinates gave Sanskrit angrily, but still reluctantly and reluctantly retreated under Su Yun's gaze.

The corners of Fanyin's lips twitched slightly, and his eyes seemed to be filled with the sky full of stars: "Okay!"

Su Yun couldn't help his inner ecstasy, and subconsciously stroked his hair. Is it really because he has become so much more beautiful in these days that he is willing to...

Su Yun took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand to pull on Sanskrit's belt, and his fingertips trembled slightly with ecstasy: "Master Sanskrit, can you be serious about what you just said?"

Sanskrit took advantage of Su Yun's move, and trapped the person firmly in his arms.

Before Su Yun showed a look of joy, the dagger in Sanan Yin's hand was silently lying on Su Yun's neck: "Give me the holy water!" His voice suddenly became cold, like a **** Raksha.

Chill followed the dagger to Su Yun's limbs. Su Yun shivered slightly from the cold, but still hardened his mouth: "The monk is compassionate. Don't think that you can frighten me with a dagger. If I don’t believe it, if I really don’t pay, would the National Master of Sanskrit Music really dare to kill me?"

There is no nonsense in Sanskrit, and the dagger is pointed at Su Yun's neck with a sharp knife.

Su Yun only felt a tingling pain in his neck, and then there was a burst of warmth, flowing slowly down his neck. Su Yun reached out to touch it subconsciously, his hands full of bright red blood.

Su Yun couldn't restrain her fear anymore and screamed.

"Since I saw Yun Chen lying in front of me with blood on his face that day, there has been nothing I dare not do." Fanyin moved the dagger to Su Yun's face, "Su Yun, I I’m not asking you again, but I’m asking you to give it. If you don’t want to give it, I’ll have to cut it through you like this. Do you want to try it, dare I?"

Before Su Yun had time to reply, Sanskrit left a **** hole on his face: "Also, you'd better reply faster, at least faster than my dagger."

Su Yun covered the wound on his face, and finally couldn't restrain the fear full of heart, and the whole body was shaking like a sieve.

Where is the man in front of him still Sanskrit? Obviously he is the cruelest executioner in this world.

"I give it! I give you holy water!" Su Yun concealed the hatred in the depths of his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "How much do you want? I will pretend to you!"

Fanyin made a few gestures at Su Yun's face with a blade, and his eyes were black like an ancient pool: "Su Yun, don't you understand? I don't want much, but all."

"Sanskrit, don't deceive others too much!" Su Yun shouted with flushed eyes as if he heard Sanskrit say so.

Sanskrit left a bloodstain on Su Yun's face blankly: "Yes, I am deceiving too much today. I only give you a moment to think about it."

Su Yun bit her lower lip, and finally compromised before the next blow of Santos was dropped: "I'll give it to you!"

Fanyin released him, but the dagger was tightly tied to his waist.

Su Yun looked at Fan Yin with hatred, and slowly opened his sleeves, revealing the mark of an orchid on his wrist: "This is my space, and there is the holy water you want in this space. It's a pity, It was originally a jade pendant, but now it has merged with me. You can't take it out."

Su Yun said it was a pity, but his eyes were full of gloat.

The most painful thing in this world is nothing more than disappointment after hope.

Su Yun naturally knew that Sanskrit wanted to use this holy water to rescue Su Yichen. But if Fanyin thought that he had found a way to save Su Yichen, but he fell into despair, how pleasant would it be?

It's just beyond Su Yun's expectation. Not only did Sanskrit not despair, but he laughed suddenly: "Su Yun, do you really think that such a treasure will truly recognize people like you with impure minds as their masters?"

"What do you mean?" Su Yun's eyes flashed a panic.

Sannyin didn't explain, he just covered Su Yun's wrist tightly.

Immediately afterwards, Su Yun felt that the place he was being held was getting hotter and hotter, as if his whole hand was being burned on a fire. Then there was a sudden pain in the body, as if a piece had been hollowed out.

Su Yun couldn't help but cried out with piercing pain.

At this time, a piece of jade pendant in the shape of an orchid quietly lay on the palm of Fan Yin's palm. Fanyin closed his palms and turned to leave without even looking at Su Yun on the ground.

Inside the hut.

Fanyin coaxed softly, "Yunchen, don't take medicine today. Open your eyes to see Master, okay?"

Fanyin spoke humblely, but it was a pity that the answer to him was still the silence of a room.

Fanyin grabbed Shen Jiayan's hand and placed it on his forehead: "Yunchen, I will try again. If it still doesn't work this time... Then Master, personally, let you go, okay?"

In the last sentence, the Sanskrit sounds are hard to say every word.

Shen Jiayan didn't speak. In fact, he couldn't move at all now, but tears slowly slipped down the corners of his eyes.

Fan Yin leaned forward and kissed Shen Jiayan's tears little by little: "Hey, don't cry."

Fanyin put the jade pendant on Shen Jiayan's palm, drew a **** mouth on Shen Jiayan's index finger with a dagger, and gently squeezed two drops of blood on it.

There was no change in the jade pendant, but he refused to recognize the Lord.

Sanskrit still wasn't reconciled, and tried again, and the jade pendant remained unchanged.

Fan Yin finally gave up his heart, grinning sadly while holding the blade of the dagger with blood dripping in his palm: "Yun Chen, don't be afraid, after Master sends you away, I will accompany you."

The blood dripped on the jade pendant and slowly merged with Shen Jiayan's blood.

Gradually, the orchid jade pendant emits a dim white light, and both the Sanskrit tone and Shen Jiayan on the bed disappeared.

It turned out that this jade pendant refused to recognize one person as the master, but wanted to recognize the two of them as the master together.

Fanyin immersed Shen Jiayan in the spring water, doing nothing by himself, just staying aside every day. He was waiting for the day when Su Yichen could open his eyes and then call him "Master".

Although Shen Jiayan could not move, he was not unaware of everything he did to Sanskrit.

"System, I want to stay in this world, even if points are deducted." Shen Jiayan said firmly for the first time.

The black cat was a little moved and flicked his tail and said, "Master host, even if I want to forcibly take you back now, it is impossible. This Sanskrit sound has already rescued you abruptly."

"Thank you, system." Shen Jiayan laughed slowly.

The black cat leaned over and touched Shen Jiayan's face affectionately: "It's just one thing, the host, without the blood, people will become cold-blooded, good and evil. Does this kind of Sanskrit sound have nothing to do with you? "

"If he is dependent on life and death, I will never leave." Shen Jiayan said without hesitation.

The black cat licked the palm of Shen Jiayan's palm: "If this is the case, then your host, wake up quickly!" After speaking, the black cat gently pushed Shen Jiayan out with a paw.

When Shen Jiayan opened his eyes again, at the first glance, he saw Fan Yin standing in front of him, as if the handsomeness of the first sight was out of the dust, but there was a deep affection in his eyes.

Shen Jiayan suddenly remembered what the black cat said.

But his master, even if he became cold-blooded and merciless one day, he never forgot, did he still love himself?