Spoiling his wife too much: This villain is too gentle

Chapter 352 Goodbye Su Zhao
Lin Jin's blue eyes were indifferent, automatically blocking the nonsense of that thing, and the silence around him reminded him of those years that no one else knew about.

His aptitude has shocked the lineage of sword masters since he was born, and he was raised by the clan elders himself, with high hopes.

He has no friends, and people of the same age in the family also respect and flatter him when they meet him. As the elders said, they are not the same kind of people as themselves.

It is logical to enter the dawn, do it perfectly no matter what, and gradually put on a mask.

Gentle, noble, powerful, and born with leadership qualities.

It is precisely because of this that Li Zhen hates him so much, he hates this kind of person who is so perfect that he is almost false...

It wasn't until he met her that Lin Jin gradually realized what he wanted, and it was definitely not just as simple as becoming the future head of the Juggernaut lineage.

What made him decide...

The "red thread" of that stuff bullshit?
"who are you?"

No matter what method Lin Jin used, he couldn't erase the opponent's shadow. That kind of curse had been haunting him since he entered the All Saints' Secret Realm.

"I'm Elvis Dracula, the one who came to help you."

Lin Jin followed Ye Shurong and Mo Jiu and turned another corner. He remained silent the whole time, showing no signs of strangeness.

"Why help me?"

Perhaps because his mood was too complicated, Lin Jin didn't try to find a way to get rid of this phantom, but instead chatted with him.

Suddenly, the silver-haired man in front of him looked back at him. There was no emotion in his gray eyes, and there was a little bit of coldness, which made his heart skip a beat.

Without any other incidental actions, the opponent turned back to the past again.

"Is there a problem?"

Ye Shurong could feel Mo Jiu's sudden sharpness, although it disappeared soon.

"Just follow me, don't think too much." The silver-haired man smiled, with a somewhat unpredictable expression, he seemed to have felt the breath of Ives just now.

Is it an illusion?

Most of the blood clan was wiped out by the Siming family, and the strength of that mysterious taboo family in the annihilation operation shocked Xianyu.

He specifically inquired that everyone above the prince's strength was wiped out, and Duke Dracula was among them.

Moreover, the immortal clan has long hated the traitors who wreak havoc everywhere. As soon as their location in the realm was exposed, they attracted attention from all directions. If the family is in chaos, it is estimated that they will definitely be hunted down to the end.

It's a pity that Mo Jiu didn't behead that person himself.

If the other party dared to appear in front of him again, he would definitely not give him a chance to live...

Feeling that the girl he was holding wanted to break free of his hand quietly again, the corners of Mo Jiu's mouth curled up slightly, and her eyes were gentle.

He clenched his hand tightly, and Ye Shurong froze.

Mo Jiu lowered her head and licked her earlobe lightly, as if an electric current rose, the beautiful girl's face flushed instantly, and her eyes were burning with anger.

"Hey, it won't be so quiet soon."

The cold voice next to his ear was a little hoarse, and Ye Shurong suddenly felt creepy, of course it wasn't because of Mo Jiu, but because of what they were about to face ahead.

It's dangerous... Is that why you say it won't be so quiet?

"I'll get you out of this damn place intact."

Ye Shurong's eyes widened, and the smile of the person in front of him was reflected in the clear wine-colored pupils.

His mind seemed to settle down, ignoring the surrounding darkness and the coming danger.

Mo Jiu stretched out her hand to stop Ye Shurong, and there was an aura of immortals in front of her.

Lin Jin, who was walking behind, had red eyes flashing, and then returned to the original deep blue color. If he felt something, he ran to the front to help a figure lying on the ground.

Ye Shurong pushed aside Mo Jiu's hand and followed. The boy with blond hair lying on the black soil seemed a little dim, with his eyes closed tightly, but luckily his breath was still there.

(End of this chapter)