Quick wear: Boss, he always likes her

Lu Xingjun immediately understood the meaning of her words. His eyes showed undisguised murderous intent, "Then, we will extinguish that light."

Wu Yan didn't understand Tingqiao's sarcasm, but he could guess from her tone that she was dissatisfied with his words.

He also knew in his heart that the hostility of the benefactor would not dissipate so easily.

When he heard Lu Xingjun's words, he felt helpless, and there was another person whose resentment he had to calm down.

Wu Yan sighed, "Why are the two donors so persistent?"

"When will the enemy be repaid? If you take revenge, his relatives and friends will come to you for revenge. Maybe your relatives and friends will also follow this repeated path. When will this hatred end?"

Is Tingqiao afraid of this kind of truth? of course not.

She smiled coldly, "Then you might as well wait until I take revenge, wait until his relatives and friends come to find him, and then persuade them not to take revenge."

"Of course, if those so-called relatives and friends come to visit, I will not show mercy."

Wuyan twirled the beads and said in a helpless tone, "The donor's hands are already stained with the blood of many people, why bother adding more murders?"

"Oh," Tingqiao said, "You have already said this."

And that’s all the back and forth.

The corners of her mouth were curved, as if she was smiling, but she didn't seem to be smiling, "Let me ask, if one day everyone in your Kuji Temple is massacred by me, can you still forgive me so calmly and repentantly?"

"..."

Wu Yan sighed, "Donor, you..."

Tingqiao interrupted him directly, "Since you can't do it, why come here and ask me to forgive you?"

"Also," she changed the topic, "you said that Zhu Wuyan is sincerely repentant, so why doesn't he dare to come to me and repent?"

"Are you really afraid of death or are you remorseful?"

Wuyan did not answer directly, "God has the virtue of a good life, please give him a chance to repent,"

Tingqiao smiled: "I'm sorry, I don't like reading, so I don't understand. I only know that don't you monks love to pay attention to cause and effect?"

"In my opinion, if the cause and effect are not resolved, how can I become a monk and recite sutras?"

Speechless: "Does the donor really want him to die before he can forgive me?"

Tingqiao looked indifferent, "I will never forgive him, even if he dies."

There was no way she could forgive those people for her dead family members.

Moreover, they thank their family members for their shortcomings. If a family member is injured, they will definitely make that person pay back a hundred times.

At present, it seems that it is impossible to reach an agreement. No matter how he tries to persuade him, Xie Donor refuses to listen at all.

He said without saying anything: "Mingkong is currently reciting sutras with Master Xuanhui Xuantan on the mountain behind our Kuji Temple. Donor, please think again."

Wu Yan hoped that she could retreat despite the difficulties.

Sure enough...it was those two old guys.

Seeing Wu Yan's attitude, it was even more impossible to hand him over to her.

If Tingqiao had more time, she would probably be more ruthless and arrest the monks in the temple one by one and threaten them... But now she doesn't have much time left, even less than a year.

Moreover, Tingqiao couldn’t wait any longer.

After knowing the location of the last enemy.

Her eyes darkened, turned around, and left immediately with Lu Xingjun.

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Back in the courtyard, Lu Xingjun saw that she was silent and couldn't help but grab her hand and calm her down, "I will help you, Qiaoqiao."

Tingqiao turned to look at him blankly.

After a while, she hummed, "We will set off to Kuji Temple tomorrow."

Lu Xingjun disagreed, "Have you forgotten that tomorrow night is a special day?"

Tingqiao suddenly realized, "Yes... I almost forgot."

That would only allow Zhu Wuyan to live a few more days.

She squeezed his hand tightly, looking worried.

Lu Xingjun didn't seem to notice her strength, and still put his other hand on her back soothingly, as if his whole body was being held in his arms.

The next day, Bai Qixing came over to listen to Qiao's side before the competition started.

He said: "This morning, Master Wu Yan said there was an emergency in the temple, so he led his disciples down the mountain and back to the temple."

Tingqiao was not surprised, "The old guy is quite prepared."

She had no intention of calling out politely.

Bai Qixing was still a little unsure, "Then, is it really him?"

Tingqiao nodded, "Zhu Wuyan was hidden in the temple by him, and now he is reciting sutras with two old guys from Kuji Temple."

Bai Qixing's eyes fell on her face, and he saw that she was obviously a little unhappy about this, "What about you?"

Tingqiao: "I will leave Qiongqingshan with my apprentice tomorrow. Thank you very much these days."

Bai Qixing shook his head, "No need, these matters should have been tried by the Wulin Alliance early in the morning..."

The sound of drums sounded in the distance, which was a reminder that the martial arts conference was about to begin.

Bai Qixing said goodbye in a hurry and rushed to the competition ground.

At night, Tingqiao felt as if she had lost all strength and lay on Lu Xingjun's body. He was also prepared to hold her in his arms and help her reconcile her domineering inner strength.

Looking at her sweaty forehead and face as pale as snow, Lu Xingjun couldn't help but have the idea of ​​suffering for her, but he couldn't divert the pain.

He had no choice but to hug her tightly and use his inner strength to comfort her.

Tingqiao was still in pain and couldn't help but struggle. She hit him several times on his body.

There is something different this time.

Lu Xingjun noticed tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, silently.

He was thinking that maybe he finally knew where the enemy he had been looking for was.

He stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes and said nothing.

Tingqiao suddenly grabbed his clothes and rambled as if he wanted to vomit up all the things he had done over the years.

"I didn't want to let go of any of the people who participated back then! I didn't want to make it easy for them either!"

"If someone cares about the inheritance of his children, I will cut off the incense of his family and make him regret and suffer for a hundred days before taking action to end his life."

"Someone cares about reputation and face, so I cut off his meridians, disabled his hands and feet, and threw him on the street, letting him make a living by begging without letting passers-by help."

"In order to let him experience the pain, I hung him for a year before letting him rot and die."

Tingqiao laughed sarcastically.

"You see, I am such a cruel person."

"I just want to be a villain."

"Otherwise, why are those Jianghu people who know the inside story so afraid of me just because of revenge?"

Those storytellers did not dare to go into details. Some unknown people might praise her after hearing this, but after knowing what she had done, who would dare to confront her?

The pain seemed to make her brain less clear and calm.

Lu Xingjun hugged her tightly, "Qiaoqiao, have you forgotten? I know all this."

He and she are both the same people, and they also have a lot of burdens on them.

If you want to take revenge, you have to strike at the most painful part of the other party, otherwise how can you eliminate the hatred in your heart.

In fact, when they embarked on this path, they no longer intended to be good people.

Tingqiao grabbed his sleeve, his mind still confused, "Yes... yes, I told you."

Let’s wait until they die to judge the blood on their bodies.