I, who was the cannon fodder in the fantasy world, was entangled by the heroine

Jiang Qian glanced at the token in his hand, and then at Lin Lingtao.

Hearing Jiang Qian's words, Lin Fenglang immediately said angrily to Lin Lingtao, "Nizi, you still haven't explained the matter clearly?"

"Oh oh!" Lin Lingtao nodded in fear, and hastily replied, "This token was given to me by Heixue Pavilion. As I said, as soon as I crush this token, the mission will be cancelled."

"After a while, they will come to my door and look for me to ask for the remaining deposit."

The voice fell.

Jiang Luoling looked at Jiang Qian curiously, and asked, "Junior Brother, do you know this token?"

"No!" Jiang Qian shook his head with a smile, crushed the token, and quietly put it away.

Whether it is appearance or size, this token is exactly the same as the token of the Qingshan Sect disciple.

However, this is Zhongzhou, not Longyan Kingdom.

Unconsciously.

Jiang Qian and others have come to the back garden of Wei Mansion.

Jiang Qian threw Lin Lingtao to the ground, and looked at Wei Xiang'er: "Miss Wei, the person has been brought here, as for how to deal with it, that's up to you."

Lin Fenglang came to Wei Xiang'er at this time and begged for mercy: "Miss Wei, everything is the fault of my son-in-law, please forgive him!"

"Of course, I will definitely punish this traitor severely!"

talking.

Lin Fenglang broke Lin Lingtao's right foot with one kick, and he still suffered from an injury that could never be repaired.

This is not over yet.

Another kick broke Lin Lingtao's left foot.

"Ah—" Lin Lingtao let out a heart-piercing roar. He looked at his father with tears on his face, and begged for mercy: "Father, let me go!"

"Hmph, not only violated my Lin family's family rules, but also offended the Wuji Sect. Do you still have the face to beg for mercy?"

As Lin Fenglang said, he crippled Lin Lingtao's cultivation with one palm.

Moreover, Lin Lingtao's meridians were severed.

In this way, Lin Lingtao basically became a complete waste.

Seeing, when Lin Fenglang stepped on Lin Lingtao's heart.

Wei Xiang'er couldn't help it, and finally let go: "Uncle Lin, forget it, anyway, I didn't suffer any harm!"

"Thank you, Miss Wei!" Lin Fenglang couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

He himself didn't want to kill himself, his only son.

However, due to the Wuji sect and Lin Lingtao's own mistakes.

He had to do this kind of thing.

If so, Wei Xianger did not forgive in the end.

Perhaps, Lin Fenglang will definitely kill Lin Lingtao, he is not only Lin Lingtao's father, but also the head of the Lin family.

You can't implicate your family because of your son's fault.

After a while.

Lin Fenglang left Wei Mansion with Lin Lingtao, who had become a disabled person, on his shoulders.

Wei Xiang'er looked at Jiang Qian and the others gratefully: "Thank you for your help, otherwise, the little girl may die tonight!"

"Miss Wei, I'm done talking!" Jiang Qian smiled lightly, and immediately said, "Miss Wei, let's leave first."

"As for the Black Snow Pavilion, Miss Wei, you don't need to worry, the mission has been cancelled."

"The next step is the matter of the Lin family!"

Done.

Jiang Qian and Jiang Luoling left Wei Mansion, their figures gradually disappeared into midair.

Huang Jinglun looked at the backs of the two of them, and said goodbye to Wei Xiang'er: "Miss Wei, it's almost time for me to return to the sect."

"We have a chance next time, see you!"

The voice fell.

Huang Jinglun immediately chased after him.

Wei Xiang'er looked at Huang Jinglun's back and murmured, "Do we really have a chance to meet again?"

the other side.

in the night sky.

Jiang Luoling turned his head curiously, looked at Jiang Qian who was in a daze, and asked, "Junior brother, do you think that the Lin family and his son will pose any threat to Wei Xiang'er if they return alive?"

"In fact, I think it's safest to destroy the Lin family directly!"

Dazed, Jiang Qian heard Jiang Luoling's words, and then gradually regained his senses.

"Senior Sister Jiang, don't worry, Lin Lingtao is a fool, but his father is a smart man!"

"Lin Fenglang knows that Wei Xiang'er is backed by our Wuji Sect, so he will never gamble with their Lin family!"

Jiang Luoling nodded slightly after hearing Jiang Qian's words.

At this time, Huang Jinglun caught up.

"Hahaha, Junior Sister Jiang, Junior Brother, wait for me!"

talking.

Huang Jinglun has already caught up.

Jiang Luoling looked at Huang Jinglun impatiently: "What are you doing here?"

"Hahaha, Junior Sister Jiang, look at what you said, I am not also a disciple of the Wuji Sect, so naturally I have to return to the sect."

talking.

Huang Jinglun looked at Jiang Qian and said, "Little brother, why don't you write a poem on such a beautiful day?"

"Senior brother Huang, I've already said that I can't even compose poems!" Jiang Qian looked helplessly at the extremely persistent Huang Jinglun.

Huang Jinglun couldn't help laughing when he heard Jiang Qian's words: "Hahaha, you must be humble, little brother!"

"I do not have!"

"No, no, you have, senior brother, I have seen your "Phoenix Hairpin" and "Broken Time", your talent is far above mine!"

"No, I really won't!"

"Humility, junior brother, if you continue to be humble like this, it's hypocrisy!"

"This..., I really don't know how to do it!"

"..."

Along the way, Jiang Qian kept listening to Huang Jinglun's pleadings, and his ears almost heard cocoons.

Back at the Sword Peak of the Wuji Sect, Huang Jinglun actually followed him.

It just so happened that Situ Yahan was also on his sword peak.

"Senior brother Huang? Why did you come back suddenly?" Situ Yahan looked at Huang Jinglun behind Jiang Qian in surprise.

Hearing Situ Yahan's words, Huang Jinglun smiled lightly and said, "Junior Sister Situ, long time no see!"

"By the way, Senior Brother Huang, why have you been following Jiang Qian?" Situ Yahan was a little surprised.

"Here, I'm begging my junior brother to write a song, so that I can see his talent."

Huang Jinglun said very seriously.

When Situ Yahan heard Huang Jinglun's words, he suddenly remembered.

"I just remembered, Jiang Qian, do you still need me a poem?"

"Poetry?" Jiang Qian heard Situ Yahan's words, tried to recall for a moment, and twitched his mouth: "It seems that there is such a thing!"

"It's just right, how about writing a poem on the spot?"

Huang Jinglun said excitedly.

Jiang Qian noticed the gazes of Situ Yahan and Huang Jinglun, and covered his face helplessly: "I...I know!"

With a light wave of Huang Jinglun's right hand, a desk, a chair, and pens, inks, papers and inkstones are all ready.

"Junior brother, please!" Huang Jinglun said immediately.

Situ Yahan began to grind ink for Jiang Qian.

After a while.

Jiang Qian began to write a poem on the white paper.

Huang Jinglun and Situ Yahan stood behind him, watching very seriously and quietly.