Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Senior sister, that young man in white is the son you call him, right?"

After the immortal gate, Lu Ming and Li Zhichu stood side by side, looking towards the place of immortality.

At this time, when he thought about it, the young man who could be favored by Li Zhichu must be unique in talent, righteous and gentle.

Although Yuwen Tianji is terrifying in appearance and has the potential of a war emperor, he is not really close to gentleness.

On the contrary, the young man in white, neither arrogant nor impetuous, pushed horizontally all the way to the peak of this immortal path.

Apart from him, Lu Ming could not see that other people had the ability to attract senior sister.

This immortal gate is covered by a magical machine, and only those who have stepped into the five hundred steps can be seen.

Now on the mountain road, the sea of ​​people is stacked, shoulder to shoulder, even Li Zhichu can't see the edge at a glance.

Only true excellence can stand out.

"no."

Li Zhichu looked lonely, shook his head slightly, stood on tiptoe, and tried to look more closely.

Today, she has bright eyes, she wears a little powder, and she is dressed in white, spotless and clean, obviously well-dressed.

The son said that he would come to the Daotian Academy. For today, she deliberately stayed here early in the morning, for fear of missing the opportunity to meet the son.

However, to Li Zhichu's disappointment, the son never appeared.

The vast sea of ​​people, the mountain wind is lonely.

Even with the green mountains and ancient forests as company, I feel desolate.

"no?"

Lu Ming's expression froze, and he turned to look at Li Zhichu, but at this moment, there was a touch of rare melancholy on the picturesque fairy face that was close at hand.

For some reason, at this moment, Lu Ming felt a little depressed.

It wasn't until Li Zhichu showed his love for the young master that day that Lu Ming realized that in his heart, the shadow of his senior sister had already been buried.

In the past few days, he has been pushing the arrogance of the school all the way, somewhat proving his meaning.

Although Lu Ming never wanted to admit that he would be trapped by common feelings.

However, this kind of repression is like an obsession.

Therefore, the feelings in this world, how can anything remain unchanged.

If you're excited, don't hesitate.

"Well! Maybe... the injury is too serious."

Li Zhichu said something inexplicable, and his eyes were worried.

During this period of time, the college competition, the fourth courtyard strictly ordered the disciples to go down the mountain privately.

However, the events in Daotian City were still passed into the ears of the first disciple of the Confucian Academy.

In order to suppress and kill Shaoyang Jun for Gu Chaoci, Wan Jiaoyan destroyed Wang Yan, the most powerful of the twelve absolutes of Tianque Mansion, with one punch.

This kind of domineering behavior not only did not make Li Zhichu feel bored, but when he thought of that flawless and peerless fairy face, and the gentle smile that always hung on the corner of his mouth, Li Zhichu felt atrial fibrillation and could not extricate himself.

Originally, Li Zhichu thought that the son was determined to be able to suppress the arrogance of the group this time, and to prove the supreme honorable name.

However, there is a demon trace in Daotian City, and it is the son, who fights demons alone, fearless of life and death, and finally... almost fell seriously injured.

Son, that's how you are.

Never do it for yourself, have a heart for the common people.

When will you learn to take care of yourself, or, I... will take care of it.

"Hey…"

Suddenly, Li Zhichu felt lonely, and when he looked at the moving heads on the mountain road, he felt extremely annoyed.

"Senior sister? What's wrong with you?"

"fine."

Li Zhichu shook his head gently, turned around and was about to leave, but at this moment, there were bursts of exclamations from the crowd.

"Look!! It's Young Master Ling Xiao!! It's Young Master Ling Xiao!!"

"I heard that the young master is injured, why are you still so big, stepping on this divine way?"

"Damn!! Wouldn't that make my Daotian Academy seem too inhumane! The young master was seriously injured for the sake of killing the demon, but he still had to participate in the trial himself. I propose to dispatch the elders quickly to welcome the young master up the mountain. Come!"

"What? I suspect that you look down on the young master!! Even if you welcome it, it should be the presence of the four masters in person, so as to show that my school attaches great importance to it!!" The disciples of the fourth school exclaimed in shock and looked angry.

However, a look of anticipation suddenly appeared on Li Zhichu's face. She slowly turned around and looked at the top of the mountain road. As expected, she saw... a peerless figure in black, standing calmly from the crowd, walking towards the top of the mountain. .

His steps were not fast, but he was unusually calm and relaxed.

Behind him, three immortal shadows followed closely, half a step behind, like a maid.

For a moment, there seemed to be a flash of loss in Li Zhichu's eyes, but it disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Li Zhichu recognized those three people.

Extreme West Buddha, a sequence of poses.

The daughter of Emperor Xuanyuan, the co-owner of the human race.

Princess Jinwu, born with divine veins.

It can be said that any one of these three women is enough to attract Qingcang's shock and tens of thousands of people.

But at this time, they were like handmaids, following in the footsteps of the young man, not even daring to surpass one step.

Inexplicably, Li Zhichu's red lips trembled, and her eyes were vicissitudes.

At this time, she really wanted to, she really wanted to be like them, standing behind the son, just like this, accompany him step by step, stepping on the top of the sky.

"Senior sister? What's wrong with you?"

Why are you suddenly wet...cheeks?

Lu Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and following Li Zhichu's gaze, he looked at the figure on the mountain road. In the next moment, the corner of his eyes suddenly trembled.

From beginning to end, Lu Ming believed in the path of walking alone, with no distractions.

What status, appearance and background are all illusory.

But, for the first time, as a man, he was shocked by another man's face.

Immortal face is unparalleled, flawless and flawless.

As if carved from the finest mutton fat and jade, Fengshen is unique, and every move, even a look, can make people feel ripples.

Any beautiful words can't be overstated for this young man!

No wonder! !

Senior Sister has a tenacious heart, but has an obsession with a young man.

Compared with him, Lu Ming only felt that his inferiority was insignificant and not worth mentioning.

Ling clan young master!

Unexpectedly, the gentle gentleman in the mouth of the senior sister is actually the young master of the Ling clan who is full of Qingcang! !

only! !

Although this man has a righteous heart, he has already made a marriage contract.

Now there are three beauties by his side, and senior sister follows him... What kind of status can he have?

Senior Sister, I am not narrow-minded, as long as you yearn for it, I will also bless you.

But, this young master of the Ling clan, you can't get it!

"It's okay, it's the wind... I'm lost."

Li Zhichu smiled sweetly, her youth was peerless, but the sadness between her eyebrows made people feel pity for no reason.

Young Master, you are finally... here!

"Oh? That boy in black is the young master of the Ling clan?"

Before Xianmen, the four masters looked surprised, and apparently never thought that this young master of the ancient clan had such a terrifying popularity.

"It is said that a few days ago, it was this son who fought against the demons and saved countless clan disciples, but he was seriously injured and almost fell."

Dao Shenji nodded indifferently, "He has a good temperament. Although the Ling family has a deep background, when it comes to teaching disciples, my school is the best at it. After he goes up the mountain, I plan to..."

"Fart, you can teach the young master of the Ling clan too? Today I, Zhongtu, put the words here. When the young master of the Ling clan goes up the mountain, I plan to discuss the Tao with him. Whoever dares to stop him, I will break his dog... head."

Zhongtu snorted coldly, glared at Dao Shenji fiercely, his eyes twinkled with brilliance and dark lines.

good! good!

Not arrogant or impetuous, with a righteous heart.

This Ling Xiao is a clear stream among the young masters of the ancient Qingcang clan!