Chapter 57 Father and Daughter "Roar!!" Under the extremely horrified gaze of the young Taoist priest, the twenty Five-Demon Soldiers turned their blades and rushed straight towards him! "Black Law..." The young Taoist's eyes widened and he felt a chill in his heart. He practices the Meishan Five Devils Method, how could he not know the black law? This is not just hitting a wall, but going against the will of Heaven! "Zheng!!!" One after another, the ghost-head swords fell on the young Taoist priest. He used the last of his strength to turn around and looked at Zhou Mei, forcing a smile on his face: "Mei'er, I can no longer... protect you..." Before he could finish his words, his body was chopped into pulp. Five soldiers swarmed over him, captured his soul, and disappeared. "Mei Lang..."
Zhou Mei looked extremely sad. She was not acting but was truly sad. This is the horror of Asura's secret technique. She knew that letting the young Taoist fight against Jiang Lin would lead to death, but she still did it. And her sadness was also real after the death of the young Taoist priest called Mei Lang. Anyone would go crazy under such torture. For a moment, Jiang Lin and Zhou Mei were the only ones left in the yard. Zhou Mei was immersed in sorrow and seemed to have lost the desire to live. She was in a daze and lost her soul. Jiang Lin was about to speak, but the next moment he frowned, his figure flashed, and disappeared in the yard. The commotion just now was quite loud, and there was more than one cultivator serving in the Prince Song’s Palace. Five or six figures came into the yard like quick as a swarm of rabbits. Among these people, there are monks, Taoists, Confucianists and laymen. From the aura around them, one can tell that they are all experts in spiritual practice. "Chase! Don't let the monster escape!" King Song came over with big strides, and the first thing he did was to put a piece of clothing on Zhou Mei. This also made those practitioners and worshippers who were reluctant to leave retract their gazes. "Yes!" Except for a monk and a Taoist who were still guarding King Song, the remaining three practitioners spread out their bodies and chased out of the palace. "Father……" Zhou Mei collapsed in the arms of King Song, her eyes blurred with tears, and she said in a daze: "Mei Lang is dead... He is dead..." "Father knows, Father knows..." King Song glanced at the Taoist priest and the monk not far away, and whispered to comfort him: "Father will definitely avenge him."
"That evil Taoist is truly despicable. I treated him with courtesy, yet he actually wanted to defile my daughter!" King Song said, "Please both of you masters, please stay here to assist me. I will send Mei'er to rest first." "Don't worry, Your Majesty." "Amitabha." The two priests nodded and watched King Song and Zhou Mei leave. "Ugh." The Taoist sighed, looked at the monk, and whispered: "Master, you have also seen it, right? The method that the young fellow practiced just now..." "Ah." The monk nodded and said softly, "North Pole Walking and Heavenly Peng Thunder General are both the most advanced methods in Taoism. I have been practicing for sixty years, and this is the first time I have seen such people outside of the classics." "Isn't it the same for me?" The Taoist sighed and said, "I'm afraid it won't be so easy this time." "Fellow Daoist, you are obsessed with appearances. After all, he is just a child. How much Daoist attainment can he have?" The monk smiled slightly. He was an old monk with a snow-white beard and wearing a cassock. He looked kind and had a noble demeanor. But when he grinned, he revealed a row of black and red teeth, which looked extremely weird. "If you are not in a position to do it, I will eat it myself." The Taoist looked at the old monk with fear, nodded, and said nothing more. The black-toothed monk who is a fellow practitioner of the Tantric Bon sect is really... …………The other side. King Song supported Zhou Mei, who had fainted due to excessive grief, to her room. A maid came over immediately, but King Song raised his hand to stop her: "Retreat, all of you get out." "Your Majesty..." However, the maid stood there somewhat nervously, lowering her head in fear, not daring to say anything more. King Song frowned, looked towards the bedroom, and asked, "Is there something in the princess' bedroom?" "Your Majesty, please understand..." The maid whispered, "It's a handsome young man sent by the wife of the Tongzhi of Hangzhou..." King Song nodded calmly and said, "Master." "tread……" As soon as he finished speaking, the kind-looking old monk appeared silently behind King Song. "Your Majesty."
The old monk put his hands together and bowed, with great grace. "Eat it, it's all yours." King Song glanced around the room, closed his eyes and silently counted to three. When he opened his eyes, the old monk was still standing behind him, as if nothing had happened. But the maid disappeared, and a wisp of green smoke slowly dissipated at that location. The old monk had a satisfied smile on his face, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I will take my leave now." "Take care, Master." Prince Song said this without turning his head, and supported Zhou Mei into the bedroom. He carefully put Zhou Mei down, and during this process, the robe wrapped around Zhou Mei inevitably opened a little. The stunning scenery froze King Song's eyes, but he finally raised his hand slowly and wrapped his robe tightly. At this time, Zhou Mei also opened her eyes, and struggled to half sit up, with a look of sadness that still lingered on her face. She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, but as her arms were stretched, her robe slipped down. She seemed to react and pulled it closer, but her shoulders were still half exposed. "Father..." Zhou Mei looked up at her father, her slanted eyes filled with tears. This scene made King Song's body stiffen, and his eyes unconsciously looked down, but he concealed it well, with a look of coldness and anger on his face. "Didn't your father tell you not to cause trouble for Jiang Lin?" "You actually want to seduce a Fengdu mage who practices the Black Law?" Upon hearing this, Zhou Mei couldn't help but lower her head, her voice as soft as a mosquito's, filled with unspeakable sadness and self-mockery. "Daughter, I can't help it..." "Pure Yang cultivation, the flourishing of innate Yang Qi, really makes my daughter..." "you!" King Song pointed at Zhou Mei angrily and wanted to scold her, but in the end he didn't say anything. For a moment, neither the father nor the daughter spoke. Zhou Mei lowered her head, unable to tell his emotions, but in King Song's eyes, there was a strange, indescribable...expectation and...excitement? "Ugh……" After a long while, King Song sighed, turned around and said, "Well, since things have come to this, there is nothing to say." "Father will take care of everything. You should behave yourself during this period. Father will also get rid of those lovers for you." "Yes." Zhou Mei lowered her brows and nodded pleasingly, saying softly, "Thank you, father... I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
"As long as you know." King Song put his hands behind his back and walked out of Zhou Mei's room. Before leaving, he blew out the candle. Zhou Mei hid in the darkness, with a smile on her lips. "Father, are you finally unable to bear it?" (End of this chapter)