The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 248 Run away

Chapter 248 Run away
Ji Tianrui moved her feet and broke the hand bones that were holding her legs. The hand bones were much weaker than at the beginning, and the strength was also greatly reduced.

For those who are in silence and enlightenment, the appearance arises from nature and is determined by the mind.

The illusion's influence on Ji Tianrui became smaller, which meant that the emperor's state of mind had weakened.

She raised her head and looked several dozen feet away.

Ji Tianrui had been investigating Li Miao since the incident with the Five Mountains Sword Sect. The plots he set up in Huguang and Miaojiang were also to test Li Miao's character.

Combined with the information that Yun Zelin had collected during the fifteen years she stayed in the Ming Cult, she thought she had already figured out Li Miao's character.

Aloof, ruthless, casual and selfish.

And...laziness?
Before today, Ji Tianrui thought so.

But now, the characteristics that had been hidden beneath Li Miao's easy-going appearance for fifteen years finally showed up in front of Ji Tianrui.

Crazy.

Li Miao was lazy all day long and had been dormant in the Jinyiwei for more than twenty years. He only started to travel the world after he had achieved this level of cultivation. Logically, he should be a cautious person.

Now, Ji Tianrui roughly understood Li Miao's character.

He is a martial arts madman, but he disdains "low-level" fights.

Because he is arrogant.

His silence was not due to fear, but to expectation.

If he wanted to fight, he had to fight the strongest person in the world. Only such a fight could make his blood boil.

Ji Tianrui raised his sword and walked forward towards the battle circle.

It is now the Yin hour.

The emperor broke free from Li Miao's arm, endured the pain in his brow, raised his leg and kicked Li Miao away, and took the opportunity to retreat quickly before Li Miao attacked again, gasping for breath.

He doesn't understand.

Why, why on earth.

He was clearly a combination of four forces, and was clearly much stronger than Li Miao, or even stronger than Li Miao, Emperor Jianwen, and Ji Tianrui combined.

Why was it that I was the one who was at a disadvantage?
The illusion couldn't shake him, the moves couldn't repel him, and the injuries seemed to have no effect on him at all.

No, maybe it does.

Every time a huge wound was left on Li Miao's body, the emperor prayed silently in his heart.

"Don't get up."

"Fall! Fall!"

“Please… please…”

But the more serious Li Miao's injuries became, the more ferocious the smile on his face became! It was as if the one who was injured was not him, but himself!
Every time he defeated Li Miao, he would be met with the next more violent attack.

Even the emperor himself did not realize that his moves were no longer as powerful as they were at the beginning.

Because he is afraid.

He was afraid that the more seriously Li Miao was injured, the more fierce his attack would become, so much so that every time he had a chance to hurt Li Miao, he would even subconsciously reduce the strength of his attack.

The emperor looked at Li Miao warily, pursed his lips into an arc, and swallowed secretly.

But this time, Li Miao did not rush to attack.

He stood twenty feet away and exhaled slowly.

"call--"

He looked up suddenly, and the emperor was so frightened that he raised his arms to defend himself and took half a step back.

"hehe."

"What, are you scared?"

Li Miao laughed hoarsely.

His whole body was red and white smoke was rising, and most of the minor injuries were slowly healing.

But Li Miao did not choose to grow his broken left arm.

The time it takes to reattach a severed limb and regenerate flesh and blood is incomparable, and he does not have any extra energy to grow a new left arm.

It is true that after cultivating "Sumeru", the Qi will be inexhaustible. However, the total amount of Qi will gradually decrease as the meridians and Dantian are damaged.

So Li Miao simply sealed the wound on his left arm with the grown flesh and blood. After the fight was over, he cut off the grown part and then grew the arm out.

"almost."

Li Miao smiled.

"Almost, it's time to end it."

He looked at the emperor, scanning him up and down.

The emperor's injuries were much lighter than his.

But Li Miao no longer wanted to fight him. The emperor was becoming weaker and more fearful, and Li Miao was finding it increasingly boring.

Such a fight could no longer excite him.

So he said with a smile.

"Your Majesty, run away."

"Run." He slowly approached the emperor.

As the emperor's mind weakened and his injuries accumulated, the pool of blood under his feet became much shallower, and only a thin layer accumulated on the ground, barely enough to cover his feet.

Every step Li Miao took made a sticky sound of water.

"Run away, run away."

"You don't want to die, do you?"

"You're going to die - do you know what death is?"

Twenty feet.

"Death means you will turn into a pile of meaningless rotten meat, and your power, martial arts, and status will all be gone from you."

"You will never be able to speak a word again, and you will never be able to see anything again."

"After three days, you'll expand. After five days, you'll collapse."

"In the end, you'll be just a pile of black, greasy garbage."

Fifteen feet.

"Your Majesty, do you think there are ghosts in this world?"

"How many people have you killed? How many people have you eaten?"

"Will they come looking for you after you die?"

"Will they open your belly, peel off your eyelids, tear your tendons, and return to you all the pain you have inflicted on them?"

Ten feet.

"When you kill people, do you remember their eyes?"

"Think about it, do you remember?"

"Did they shed tears? Did their pupils dilate? How many times did they blink? When they looked at you before they died, how many bloodshot eyes were there? After they died, did mosquitoes and flies crawl onto their eyeballs?"

"What about the open wound? Is it red or yellow? How much blood did it bleed?"

"What about your mouth? Are your lips trembling? What are they saying to you? Are they begging for mercy?"

"Or do I want to turn into a ghost and take your life?"

Five feet.

The emperor's face was covered in cold sweat, his fingers trembled involuntarily, and his footsteps moved slightly.

Li Miao laughed.

"You're scared, aren't you?"

His whispers echoed in the emperor's ears like a ghost.

"die".

As Li Miao described it, the concept gradually became more concrete, like a dark, dry claw that grabbed the emperor's legs and feet, slowly winding its way up, and scraping against his spine, making a harsh buzzing sound.

Then it penetrated his chest and grasped his heart.

Run away, run away.

Li Miao's words seemed to echo in his ears, getting louder and louder, and in a trance, they gradually became his own voice.

Run away, run away.

If you don't escape, you will die.

You are the emperor, you should not die here, you should live forever.

If you die here, you're done.

Run away...Run away...

Run away.

Run away!!!!

"what!!!!"

The emperor suddenly let out a shrill scream, turned around extremely quickly, and fled out of the Xiaoling Mausoleum at a speed far beyond his peak.