Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

This light threat instantly sobered Manager Huo up a bit, and he nodded woodenly.

One of these two men has reached the level of Vein Condensation at a young age, and the other is a third-rank alchemist. The forces behind them are something that Piyang Prefecture cannot afford to provoke.

Xiao Lin immediately retracted the magic sword.

Manager Huo concealed his helplessness, walked forward and squatted in front of the child, his eyes full of heartache, and released spiritual power in his hands to relieve the pain on his face.

The child was unwilling to give up. He raised his head and asked tearfully, "Why?"

Why don't you take action? Why do you let others bully him?

He doesn't understand.

Why didn't Grandpa Huo, who always loved him and responded to his requests, stand up for him the first time, but instead chose to keep quiet and even back off?

Is this so-called academy really that powerful that even Grandpa Huo is afraid of it?

There was even a surge of resentment in his heart, "I asked you to -" kill them!

Manager Huo sighed, raised his hand and knocked out the obviously agitated young master.

My dear young master, there is a limit to how much I can do to protect you.

Manager Huo picked up the fainted young master, turned around, put on a smile again, and said with an apologetic smile: "Excuse me, please."

When passing by Qi Wu Yue, the old man's throat moved, and he couldn't help but plead, "Master, can you please give him some leniency because the young master is still young?"

"If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten that he wasn't even an adult yet. I'm so sorry. I thought he was just a simple... executioner."

"Those who bully the weak will be bullied. It's just a matter of time. Why should we feel bad about it?"

"The child was not taught well, and now he is acting like this. Don't you think it's too late?" Qi Wu Yue said with a smile.

Manager Huo froze in place.

The group of people, along with a demon beast and a spirit pet, returned to Piyang Prefecture in a mighty procession.

Qi Wu Yue walked over as he approached, put his hand into Xiao Lin's arms, and groaned, "My hand hurts from the beating just now."

The third level of spiritual power cannot even do simple spiritual power attachment, it can only use the spiritual power to attack people.

But he was not a physical cultivator, and those who practiced magic never practiced the body, so he ended up shaking his hands as well.

It turns out that you should kick him instead of using your hands.

Just as Qi Wu Yue was thinking this, Xiao Lin had already picked up the white hand, looked at it carefully, then took out the ointment from the mustard ring and applied a thin layer on it.

The light green ointment feels cool and refreshing. It melts away immediately after applying it to the skin, making me feel much more comfortable.

Xiao Lin lowered his long eyelashes, his eyes full of seriousness, and gently rubbed the ointment with his warm fingertips.

Slightly raise the white palm in your hand, blow gently, and after some of the medicine is absorbed, slide your fingertips slowly across the palm.

Qi Wu Yue had been used to being served since he was a child, so he didn't feel anything strange at first. But after a while, the more he rubbed it, the more he felt something was wrong.

It's so itchy.

Xiao Lin's hands were covered with a thin layer of calluses from practicing sword-fighting. No matter how gentle his movements were, the slight itch from rubbing them could not be ignored.

Coupled with the temperature transfer between the two palms, it felt so strange.

Qi Wu Yue pulled his hand back expressionlessly, "I'm kidding, it doesn't hurt, it's just a little numb."

Xiao Lin frowned: "But the palm of your hand is indeed a little red."

Qi Wu Yue said with annoyance, "Are you stupid? Whose hands wouldn't be red?"

Unless it's a dead person.

Xiao Lin's eyelashes trembled: "I... forgot."

Huh? Are you shy?

Qi Wu Yue instantly became excited, and pinched Xiao Lin's face, and asked with interest: "Are you shy?"

"Or does Senior Brother want to touch my hand?"

"Why are you hiding? It's not like I won't let you touch me."

Xiao Lin gently tilted his face, and his delicate and slightly cool fingers slid to his lips. He took down the hand that was making trouble on his face and clasped it in his palm, "Okay, stop making trouble."

Before entering Piyang Mansion, Qi Wu Yue grabbed a disciple and asked, "How many disciples do you have in Piyang Mansion?"

"200 people."

Even the young master wanted to beat him, so the disciple did not dare to offend the two of them. He answered whatever they asked and replied everything truthfully.

"What about three years ago?"

"Also 200. This is the rule established by Piyang Prefecture."

“Were there any replacements or deaths in the meantime?”

"No one died, but there were a few who retired due to old age."

There was a thoughtful look in Xiao Lin's eyes.

The information provided by the Lord of Piyang Mansion was somewhat different from what the two had heard before. After all, they had only heard it from the blue-clothed disciples.

Discrepancies are inevitable, but if you think about them carefully.

That would be interesting.

Manager Huo invited the two of them into the mansion owner's residence.

The man in front of him was tall but thin, with a frail body. He was standing in the yard, wearing a white cloak, waiting.

The wide robe fluttered in the wind, giving a sense of detachment from the world and a sense of loneliness.

"The resentful woman is about to be resurrected. If the master of the mansion does not want to sacrifice his only son, there are other ways. If so, you might as well make plans early." Xiao Lin went straight to the point as soon as he entered the courtyard.

The mansion master turned around from the white plum tree in the courtyard and greeted the two of them, "The chaos in the mortal world has troubled you two to come all the way here. I have been in seclusion for several days and have not been able to see you. I am rude."

"As for all your methods... there is none." He let out a wry smile.

Qi Wu Yue sneered, "It's true that hearing about someone is not as good as meeting him in person. The Palace Master doesn't look like someone who would be a bad parent. If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have done it in the first place."

The mansion master looked dejected: "My wife died early, leaving only a young son. I indulged in pain, pitied him for losing his mother at a young age, and spoiled him everywhere, which is why I raised him..."

"Selfish, vicious, weak, and without mercy."

Every word he said revealed the essence of this child.

But I felt a strong sense of powerlessness.

He never disciplined his child, and the one time he did, he even avoided the child on his own initiative and didn't want to see him.

Aying's existence clearly indicated to him the fact that his wife had passed away.

even.

If...there had been no Aying, Chao Yun would not have been so timid in order to protect the fetus in her belly from the attack of evil spirits, leading to death from exhaustion of blood.

The bloody death of his wife made it impossible for him to raise his children without any regrets.

Over the years, he was obsessed with the past, trapped in the good memories of the past, and neglected to discipline his young son, so that the child was almost always raised by Uncle Huo.

Uncle Huo doted on A Ying and granted him all his requests.

But by the time he realized it, the child had already made a big mistake and it was too late to teach him.

It is said that cause and effect are closely related. After all, it was his inner demon that allowed his son to do harm, leading to the disaster in Piyang Prefecture today.

His sins are unavoidable.

Qi Wu Yue had no sympathy for this kind of person. "To indulge a child is like to kill him. You should understand such a simple truth."