Treasure identifying Golden Finger

Yuan Yue had a bad feeling and wanted to stop him.    

"Moyue, they almost hurt you. I won't let them go so easily."    

Shang Yun's words were decisive and there was no room for doubt.    

"I..."    

Yuan Yue understood that she couldn't persuade this stubborn youth in front of her.    

Yuan Yue knew that Shang Yun's true inner self was completely different from what they had seen on the outside. He looked delicate, weak, and gentle, but underneath he was domineering, paranoid, gloomy, and even... Excessive persuasion would make him even more stubborn, so in order to not cause worse consequences, Yuan Yue chose not to persuade him anymore and retreated back to Shuqing's side.    

"What should I do? Should I secretly return to the Fang family and find someone to help me?"    

Shuqing whispered in Yuan Yue's ear, but in the next second, she felt Yuan Yue pinch her hand very hard. Shu Qing was surprised and then she turned around to look at Shang Yun. She saw Shang Yun turn around and stare at her for a second with a gloomy look. After that, she turned around with an expressionless face.    

With just a glance, she felt her legs turning soft. She was a police officer, and a forensic doctor who had seen all kinds of big scenes. Her legs had never felt weak even in the face of death. However, after looking into Shang Yun's eyes, her legs actually went soft.    

Shuqing immediately took hold of Yuan Yue's arm. She was unable to release the tension in her heart, but she did not dare to say anything more to Yuan Yue, because the truth was obvious. No matter how quietly she spoke, Shang Yun could hear her.    

"Shang Yun isn't in a good condition right now. Don't say too much. Let's see what he is going to do next!"    

Yuan Yue transmitted her voice into Shu Qing's mind. Shu Qing could only nod her head reluctantly. She leaned more than half of her body weight on Yuan Yue. She was indeed frightened.    

Shang Yun turned around and looked at the two trembling monks. She didn't seem to be in a bad mood.    

"Since you want to live, let me see how strong your desire to live is. You two only have one chance to live. As for who lives, it is up to you!"    

The two monks were totally stunned. Not only them, but also Yuan Yue and Shu Qing were stunned. Even the people who were watching the show were stunned. The crowd burst into a heated discussion. Everyone seemed to be surprised.    

"Isn't it just making the two of them kill each other?"    

"Oh my, isn't this young man a bit too cruel? Letting two living people fight for a chance to live, aren't they going to fight each other to death!"    

"Cruel? Look at your girl, if she is ruined by these three flowery monks, would you want them to live?"    

The discussion of the people reached everyone's ears. Shang Yun was proud, the two monks were frightened, Yuan Yue and Shu Qing were worried and uneasy. After all, they were two lives. Therefore, the two of them couldn't help but turn their bodies and eyes away from the scene.    

As for the middle-aged monk, when he heard Shang Yun say that only one of the two of them could live, he already had the idea of attacking.    

On the other side, although the young monk didn't think as fast and as much as the middle-aged monk, he still put his master in his enemy's list as soon as he could. It was too obvious that... he had to kill his master. He had to keep himself alive.    

After they figured out the whole story, they started to confront each other. The two of them kneeled there and looked at each other for a while before the middle-aged monk slowly spoke.    

"Disciple, master... I am sorry."    

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't give the young monk any chance to explain or express his opinion. He jumped up and charged toward the young monk.    

His disciple wasn't someone to be trifled with. He immediately got up and retreated, trying to dodge the middle-aged monk's attack. The two of them chased each other and instantly fought. There was no need for words or provocation in this war, and Shang Yun's remark that "you only have one place to live" was the biggest supporter of the cause.    

After all, a master was a master. All of the moves and Spirit Power were practiced by the middle-aged monk with the young monk. So when he faced his own disciple, he must be very experienced and experienced. However, after fighting with the young monk for a long time, he still couldn't win.    

The reason was very simple. Although the disciple had been taught by the master, the disciple was young and had a heart of discovery and innovation. With a little effort, he might not necessarily be worse than the master.    

So the master and the disciple kept fighting each other. They were both out of breath. There was still no winner.    

"Since you can't decide the winner, I don't mind helping you."    

Shang Yun was annoyed. He frowned and said.    

"No... No need, we can, er..."    

The middle-aged monk saw that Shang Yun was getting anxious, so he hurriedly spoke to Shang Yun. While he was distracted, the young monk found his master's weakness and attacked it.    

Who knew that the older, the wiser. It turned out that the middle-aged monk's conversation with Shang Yun had been part of his plan. He had intentionally revealed a loophole while he was talking to Shang Yun, and then... when his disciple took the bait, he would be able to get rid of him in one fell swoop.    

Just as the middle-aged monk had thought, his little disciple had indeed fallen into his trap, shackled by his Spirit Power to the point of being unable to move at all, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.    

The middle-aged monk looked at the familiar face of his apprentice, at the fear on his face. His heart ached, but he inched closer and raised the butcher's knife in his hand.    

"Sorry, disciple. Sorry. Master... really doesn't want to die..."    

"Master!"    

With the scream of the young monk, the middle-aged monk stabbed the tip of his blade into the young disciple's chest. Blood dripped onto the ground next to the middle-aged monk's feet. The young monk's mouth was bleeding as he stared at the middle-aged monk in front of him. His eyes were full of hatred, as if he was cursing his master to end up like him.    

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