A Pair of Embroidered Shoes (First Update!)

Chapter 602 A Pair of Embroidered Shoes (First Update!)

"They are just like me, destined to die. We should have died on the battlefield 20,000 years ago, but we are forced to survive due to circumstances."

The woodcutter saint put the axe aside and said with emotion: "Fu Riluo, do you know? If it were the Kaihuang era, a small demon god like you would have been sent to the beheading platform and beheaded long ago, but now it is different from the past. I admire you very much and I know your skills and methods. You have never asked the people of the heaven to come, and you rely on your own strength to attack Taihuangtian. I know that you don't want to rely on others. You have your own ambitions and ambitions, and you want to use Taihuangtian as a springboard to jump to Kaihuangtian. You are very ambitious."

Fu Riluo smiled and said, "If a man has no ideals in life, what is the difference between him and a dried fish?"

The woodcutter saint shook his head: "Have you ever thought about whether you would be destroyed if you occupied Kaihuang Heaven? When the birds are gone, the good bows are put away; when the rabbits die, the running dogs are cooked. You understand this, don't you? The moment you attack Daxu and destroy Yankang, it will be the death of you and your people. The disaster of extermination is just around the corner. You are named Fu Ri Luo, the wise man of the demon clan, you understand this, don't you?"

Fu Ri Luo turned his neck and changed his face to the right side, saying leisurely: "Saints are good at attacking the heart. You seem to be thinking about me, but in fact you are attacking the heart. I understand what you said, but I also know that I must find a way for my people to survive. As for whether the Heavenly Court will destroy me or not, it is still uncertain. At worst, I can just lie down and be a dog. The Heavenly Court won't kill a dog, right?"

The left side of his face smiled and said, "A man should be able to bend and stretch when he is alive. Brother, if you insist on threatening me with Luofutian, I don't need to kill you, someone will naturally kill you. Brother, what's wrong with you bending a little?"

The woodcutter sage shook his head and said, "If I wanted to be a dog, I could have done it 20,000 years ago. If I can live standing up, I would rather stand up."

Fu Riluo's eyes flickered: "But most people still lie prone after death, like a dead dog."

The Woodcutter Sage smiled and said, "I am not afraid of being torn to pieces. I would rather die in pieces. Don't worry, I will not die lying prone. Before Qin Mu and his men came, you proposed a condition that I should give up part of Yankang's territory to your demon clan. Now that Qin Mu is here, I can tell you."

His expression suddenly turned gloomy: "As long as we live, we will not give up an inch of Kaihuang's land!"

"If you stick your legs in, I'll chop them off. If you stick your head in, I'll chop off your head! If you, the demon clan, dare to enter Yankang, I'll destroy you!"

He said coldly: "Don't even think about the land of Kaihuang!"

When Fu Ri Luo heard his words, the three faces suddenly darkened and said coldly: "Then there is no room for negotiation. In this case, let's sign the Tu Bo Agreement!"

He picked up the pen and quickly wrote the oath, then raised his hand and the paper flew to the woodcutter saint opposite him. The woodcutter saint also wrote the oath and exchanged the paper with him.

The two of them thought about each other's oaths, checked whether there were any loopholes, then picked up their pens to revise them, then exchanged their oaths, looked over them carefully again, and changed the parts that they could not accept.

After doing this again and again, they finally finalized their vows to each other.

The two men stood up and swore an oath. Fu Ri Luo used the devil language, while the Woodcutter Saint used the divine language. The divine language and the devil language sounded at the same time. The two languages ​​each carried different mysteries and wonders, and they even attacked each other!

Qin Mu was proficient in both languages. No matter whether it was the language of gods or the language of demons, he could understand them all and was fascinated by what was being said.

Suddenly, the space shook, and the altar as high as a mountain under their feet also shook. The people on the altar hurriedly stood firm. Under the altar, Granny Si and the Black Tiger God were confronting the other two demon gods. The ground under their feet also floated. The four gods and demons hurriedly stabilized their bodies to avoid being taken advantage of by the other side.

Granny Si swayed from side to side, as if her cultivation level was not high enough. She took several steps back and one of her embroidered shoes fell off. She had to keep steady with one bare foot.

The eyes of the demon god who was confronting her lit up, and before she could react, he reached out and picked up the embroidered shoe. With the shoe in hand, the demon god stared at Granny Si's delicate white feet, laughed, and put the shoe under his nose to smell it.

Granny Si was furious, stretched out her hand, and said with a half-smile: "Give me back my shoes!"

The demon god laughed loudly and put the shoes in his arms: "I pity you, my little beauty. I'll keep your shoes."

Granny Si was furious. She took off her other shoe and threw it at him: "You are a demon god after all, a high and mighty being. How can you be so frivolous?"

The demon god raised his hand to catch the other embroidered shoe, stared at her pair of white and delicate feet, and said with a chuckle: "Good! I got a pair! My little beauty is so fair and delicate. I also have some human concubines. If you obey me, I can let you be my first wife. As long as you agree, I will eat my yellow-faced wife when I go back!"

Granny Si chuckled and said, "You ate your yellow-faced wife, but I still have to worry about the day when I become a yellow-faced wife and you eat me! You can't wear my small shoes anyway, so I'll give them to you."

The Black Tiger God frowned and thought, "Who is this woman? She speaks incoherently and flirts with this demon god. She is also an unreliable person like Junior Brother Qin!"

The surroundings were shrouded in thick darkness. Suddenly, there was a light of fire in the darkness, and a pair of huge sharp horns slowly rose from the darkness under the altar.

The altar was surrounded by darkness, and the two pointed horns twisted and turned, towering like clouds, far exceeding the altar.

The Black Tiger God was horrified and the two hammers in his hands fell to the ground. He hurriedly picked them up and looked up at the pair of sharp horns that kept rising from the darkness.

After a while, Tu Bo's shadow finally revealed his head, and his two pairs of sharp horns had reached a height parallel to the planets in the sky.

Tubo's tiger-like face was hidden in the darkness, his flaming eyes illuminating his face, and the tall and majestic altar also flickered under his gaze.

Tu Bo was quietly waiting for their oath.

This is the phantom of Tu Bo, not the real Tu Bo, but his power projected into this world to witness the oath of the two powerful men.

Tubo cannot come in person because his body is too huge. If he were to come, this fragile world would not be able to bear it.

Qin Mu became excited and waved vigorously at Tu Bo's shadow.

Tu Bo looked solemn and ignored him.

Qin Mu continued to wave excitedly and shouted, "It's me! It's me! Uncle Tu, we've met before! I'm Qin Fengqing, and you sealed me!"

Tu Bo continued to turn a blind eye.

Qin Mu continued to wave excitedly.

Tu Bo's eyes twitched: "Zhuang Yan! Don't talk to me, I'm doing something important."

Zhe Huali and Qi Jiuyi looked at each other, feeling awe-inspiring.

After Fu Ri Luo and the Woodcutter Saint finished their oath and signed the Tu Bo Covenant, the majestic Tu Bo head glanced at Qin Mu, who was excitedly waiting to speak to him.

Qi Jiuyi hesitated for a moment, then walked forward and saluted Tu Bo.

Tu Bo ignored him and said to Qin Mu, "Don't cause trouble."

He left a few words behind, slowly sank into the darkness, and gradually disappeared, leaving Qin Mu and Qi Jiuyi hanging on the altar.

When the sharp corner was completely sunk into the ground, the darkness dissipated and the surroundings became bright again.

The Woodcutter Saint stared at Qin Mu, Fu Ri Luo also stared at Qin Mu, and Zhe Huali and Qi Jiuyi also looked at him. Tu Bo always had a solemn image of controlling death, and he never smiled. Every time a strong man swore an oath, his power was projected as a witness. That kind of momentum was dark and terrifying, and it was so oppressive that people couldn't breathe.

This time, Tu Bo's shadow not only spoke, but also seemed to be very familiar with Qin Mu, which made people wonder whether Tu Bo would handle the matter impartially and without selfish motives if they swore an oath to Qin Mu.

The reason why Tubo became the object of the oath was precisely because he had no selfish motives. If Tubo had selfish motives, it would be extremely terrifying.

"I didn't realize that Young Master Qin and Tu Bo have such a good relationship." Fu Riluo said with a smile.

Qin Mu closed all three of his eyes, not looking at him, and said with a muffled groan: "If our relationship was really good, he wouldn't have sealed me."

Fu Riluo was relieved, but suddenly thought of Qin Mu's jade pendant, and was shocked: "Is the jade pendant the seal of Tu Bo? I suppressed the seal that day, so that's why the demon king was released?"

He suddenly understood, and a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. "Tu Bo has sealed it himself, so it seems like he won't be able to escape. This way, we can deal with him without any worries. But this kid doesn't dare to look at me."

At this moment, a scream was heard from under the altar. Everyone on the altar was startled and hurried to the edge to look down.

Under the altar, I saw a demon god who had followed Fu Ri Luo rolling back and forth in pain holding his legs. The demon god was wearing a pair of small embroidered shoes, which were only three inches small. The shoes were full of needles, which pricked the demon god's big feet and made them bleed.

The body of the demon god grew larger and smaller in an attempt to get rid of the embroidered shoes, but the shoes only shrank instead of growing. At this moment, the bones of his two big toes were completely broken and the pain was unspeakable.

Beside them, the Black Tiger God and another demon god looked at Granny Si with horror, and they each moved away, not daring to approach.

"Your feet are all broken."

Granny Si smiled and spoke softly, advising gently, "You'd better cut it off. If you wait until the embroidery needle swims to your heart, lungs, and brain, it will be too late."

The demon god was shaking with pain, clenched his teeth, and hissed, "You tricked me into making things difficult for me..."

Granny Si was surprised and said, "You wanted to wear it yourself. How could I ever lie to you?"

On the altar, Fu Ri Luo raised his eyebrows and sneered at the Woodcutter Saint: "Is this another disciple of yours? He behaves in the same way as Brother Dao, shooting arrows in the back!"

The Woodcutter Saint was also a little surprised and shook his head, saying, "He is not my disciple. But he is as clever as I am."

Fu Ri Luo snorted coldly, and his voice was heard below the altar: "Mutuluo, your magical power is not refined enough to suppress her acupuncture needles. The longer you delay, the more dangerous your life will be. Cut off both legs."

The demon god was doing his best to suppress the embroidery needles flowing from the embroidery shoes into his blood. The needles in the embroidery shoes were very thin and undetectable, but they were as flexible and agile as a rapier and penetrated into his blood. He used his vital energy to transform into various magical powers and hid them in his blood to block and suppress them, but because they were in his own body, it was difficult for him to display his powerful magical powers and he could not block these needles.

When he heard what Fu Ri Luo said, he screamed, tears came out of his eyes, and he chopped down and cut off both legs.

I saw many thin silver needles flowing out of the wound on his broken leg like water.

"The treasure refining technique of the Tiangong Divine Clan!"

Fu Riluo saw the treasure refining technique of the Tiangong God Clan of Kaihuang Heaven from the silver needle, and was shocked. He suddenly remembered that there was an old blacksmith beside Qin Mu that day. Granny Si's silver needle must have been made by the old blacksmith!

"Blacksmiths, embroiderers, painters, people selling fake medicine...what kind of people are around Qin Mu?" Fu Riluo couldn't help but have a headache.

————First update, second update coming soon! Don’t go away, update soon!