Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Lin Jue stood in the bamboo grove, staring blankly at Wen Tiandong's primordial spirit being chopped into pieces by the sword light and scattered from the air.White light flickered beside his eyes. He heard the sound of the bamboo leaves flying around him cracking, but he was unmoved. He just knelt down slowly and picked up a small blue crystal.

The crystal is held in the hand without feeling or weight.It didn't seem to exist, but it was truly reflected in Lin Jue's eyes.Small as gravel, crystal clear.

Wen Tiandong is dead.

This time it was really dead.

The sound of dancing bamboo leaves in his ears became weaker and weaker, and the dazzling light kept hitting him.Lin Jue was dizzy from the white light, and felt nauseous.He bent down and lay on the ground, a bright red viscous liquid gushed out of his mouth, hot like magma, and when it touched the grass, it burned quickly.

The owner of the lightsaber seemed to be hesitating, and stopped attacking for a moment.Lin Jue squatted beside Lie Yan, as if he couldn't feel the temperature, he pressed his forehead tightly to the ground.The severe pain in his head made him unable to breathe smoothly, and the emotions of sadness and anger gushed out of his chest like a fire, burning his internal organs.

The bamboo forest was silent for a while, only the raging fire burned on the grass and climbed up the bamboo leaves.The sword light froze for a moment, then suddenly restarted, and several rays of light shot at Lin Jue.

Lin Jue was still lying on the ground without any reaction.The light was about to shatter the last bamboo leaf, and when it penetrated Lin Jue's body, Lin Jue suddenly raised his head.Those beautiful black and white eyes have now turned into a cloudy red.

I'm going to kill him.

He couldn't think about anything, only a hot, angry, and weird excitement in his head.

I'm going to kill this man.Burn every inch of his skin black, burn every drop of his blood.

The bamboo leaves instantly ignited and turned into ashes.The fire that ignited on the ground surrounded Lin Jue, and the sword light distorted and deformed in the flames, and finally ceased to exist.

The flames burned the bamboo leaves and crackled. After a moment of calm, Jian Guang no longer obeyed the law, and flew towards Lin Jue from all directions.Lin Jue didn't dodge at all, surrounded by flames, he rushed straight to the edge of the bamboo forest.

Where is he!I can kill him in no time!Lin Jue couldn't help laughing wildly, the scenery in front of him was all blood red.The thrill of the imminent vengeance made him shudder.

The white light twisted with the flames.For a moment, the attack seemed to stop.However, after a short gap, a huge beam of light swept straight towards Lin Jue.

The light merged into the flames and began to twist, but did not disappear.It approached Lin Jue step by step, almost cutting Lin Jue's neck. Spots of light splashed onto Lin Jue's cheeks, leaving traces of blood, but Lin Jue didn't care. Heading in the direction of what he thought was the murderer.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed by.Just as Jian Guang was about to cut Lin Jue's throat, a person rushed forward and suddenly crushed Lin Jue face up.With a few clangs, the white light flew out and chopped off a piece of bamboo.

Lin Jue was pressed to the ground, only feeling angry. "Let me go!" he yelled, trying to push the man away, but the man didn't move at all, just pressed him tightly.

The sound of the sword shadow piercing the air came from the ear, but no light hit the two of them.That person seemed to form a barrier around him, deflecting the attacks from the opposite side one by one, without hurting Lin Jue at all.

But Lin Jue just wanted to get rid of this person.He was anxious and panicked, afraid that if he delayed this moment, the murderer who killed Wen Tiandong would escape.He wanted to burn that man to ashes with his own hands, and he couldn't wait for a second.

Lin Jue stretched out his leg and kicked the person on him a few times.However, the man remained unmoved.Lin Jue roared, opened his mouth, and bit the man's shoulder and neck fiercely.

The man let out a short muffled grunt.The smell of copper rust flooded into Lin Jue's mouth immediately.A trace of blood slid into Lin Jue's throat with a cool feeling.

Wherever the blood flowed, there was a chill.Lin Jue suddenly felt a convulsion in his abdomen as if caught by the wind, and the burning sensation in his chest gradually cooled down.He couldn't help raising his head and coughed violently, but the man held his head down.

His lips were pressed against the man's wound again, cold blood poured into his mouth continuously, and the restless heart mixed with strange anger seemed to be surrounded by this chill and gradually cooled down.

The redness in Lin Jue's eyes disappeared, he moved his eyelids slowly, and the sword lights shining everywhere disappeared.The anger was gone, and he just felt tired.

Yan Ke pressed on his body and pressed against his body tightly.Lin Jue patted Yan Ke's shoulder lightly, indicating that he was back to normal.

Yan Ke raised his head, his light blue eyes were full of worry, and he relaxed a little when he met Shang Lin Jue's black and white eyes which had recovered.He stood up and helped Lin Jue up again.

Yan Ke had just washed and mended Lin Jue's white robe, and now it was covered with ashes.Lin Jue shook his sleeves lightly, the spasms in his chest and abdomen made him extremely uncomfortable.

He looked up at Yan Ke, and Yan Ke also watched him silently.There was a deep wound on Yan Ke's shoulder.Bright red blood with a light blue luster floated on the wound.

Lin Jue's heart ached.The burnt smell came into his nostrils. He looked up and saw that the surroundings were in a mess, with bamboo scattered and burned.The clear breeze and the rustling bamboo sound are all gone at this moment, only the mutilated body remains.

On the burnt grass not far away, lay a doll that had been cut in half, its body burned beyond recognition.Lin Jue stepped forward, picked up the doll, stroked its head slowly, and shook his body.

There was no response at all.

He hung his head, and the doll dropped to the ground along his hands.Lin Jue's eyes touched the scorched ground.The sky was clear and the sun was just right. Wen Tiandong's broken primordial spirits were scattered and scattered in the withered grass, reflecting a faint light.

A gust of air suddenly choked Lin Jue's throat, he tried hard to cough twice, but he couldn't get the air out.He only felt that his facial features seemed to be squeezed by the breath, making him extremely uncomfortable.

He squatted down slowly, picked up the crystals on the ground piece by piece, and stuffed them into his hands.

Footsteps came from behind.Yan Ke walked to his side. "It's useless." He heard Yan Ke's voice, without any emotion, "He's dead."

Lin Jue shook his head, he didn't know why he shook his head.He picked up the grass little by little, and picked up the fragments in his hands, trying not to leave any of them.

There was a rustling sound behind him, Yan Ke seemed to want to do something, but he didn't do anything.Lin Jue didn't look back, but just looked at the ground wholeheartedly.

Then he saw a pair of shoes.

Lin Jue looked up, Zhao Xuehan was standing in front of him, looking down at him.Those purple pupils showed no expression at all, only reflecting a pitch-black land.

"You can really do it." Zhao Xuehan said softly, "Burn the whole forest. I planted these trees with my own hands."

Lin never said a word.He stood up, clutching the fragment tightly in his hand, and slowly took two steps back.

Zhao Xuehan stretched out his hand towards him.

"Give him to me," he said.

Lin Jue's hand moved uncontrollably, his fist reached above Zhao Xuehan's hand, he opened his palm, and the fragments fell into Zhao Xuehan's palm.

Zhao Xuehan squinted at the fragments, as if counting the number, then poured it into a small cloth bag.

"You come with me." He said to Lin Jue.

Yan Ke stood in front of Lin Jue. "Mr. Wen's death was not his fault," he said.

"I won't do anything to him." Zhao Xuehan waved his hand with a bit of impatience, "I have something to ask him."

Yan Ke didn't change his expression, he still stopped Lin Jue.Lin Jue gently tugged on Yan Ke's sleeve.He watched Zhao Xuehan put away Wen Tiandong's Yuanshen fragments, and a small hope suddenly surged in his heart.

"I've heard people say," Lin Jue said in a low voice, "If the primordial spirit is broken, it can be glued together by other methods."

He looked at Zhao Xuehan: "You can do it! Restore his soul..."

Zhao Xue stared at Lin Jue coldly.

"The primordial spirit is broken, and death is death. There is no way to save it." He said, "Never."

Lin Jue felt that his heart suddenly fell into the icy water, and everything became completely cold.Before that little hope could be ignited, it was instantly shattered.

Zhao Xuehan frowned slightly, and flicked his finger at Lin Jue.Lin Jue's body was pulled up, floating in mid-air.Before Yan Ke could hold him back, the surrounding scenery suddenly blurred, Lin Jue blinked, and within half a cup of tea, he changed another space and came back to the room where the demon king was at the beginning.

Zhao Xuehan stood beside him, looked at Lin Jue indifferently, didn't speak to him, went straight to find a chair, and sat down.

Lin Jue watched him fumble in his arms, and took out a small box.Lin Jue had seen this box before, and it contained a box of pomegranate-like stones.Zhao Xuehan took out a stone and groped it with his fingertips, then four streams of faint white air gushed out from his eyes and ears and floated onto the stone.

The stones began to glow, and the red color became more vivid, and a bright light projected into the middle of the house.In the blink of an eye, a figure appeared in the empty space of the room.

Lin Jue stared at the man, his heart began to beat wildly.

Dressed in white, handsome and refined, gentle and calm, this person is none other than Wen Tiandong.

At this time, he was carrying a scroll and holding a sword in his arms. The white clothes on his body were somewhat mottled with blood, and his expression was somewhat dazed and frightened.

"Where is this? What happened?" Wen Tiandong looked in Zhao Xuehan's direction and asked.

A feeling of ecstasy swept across Lin Jue's chest. "You're not dead!" he shouted happily, and ran towards Wen Tiandong, but a cold hand grabbed his wrist.

He turned his head and saw Zhao Xuehan's expressionless face.

"He's already dead. If you don't want to be disappointed, then stop holding on to unnecessary hopes." Zhao Xuehan let go of his hands, slumped back into his chair, and stared at Wen Tiandong.

"It's not him, it's my memory."

Lin Jue stared blankly at Zhao Xuehan.Zhao Xuehan picked up the stone in his hand and waved it towards Lin Jue.

"This is the wisdom stone, which can store people's memories in the form of influence and sound." He said, "It can be released for viewing when it is convenient."

Lin Jue looked at Hui Shi, and then at the influence of Wen Tiandong in the middle of the room.Only then did he notice that there was a different environment behind Wen Tiandong than inside the room.It was a huge valley, with dark red puddles on the ground, and several human figures lying in disorder behind Wen Tiandong.

"...Are you saving your memory?" Lin Jue turned his head and asked in a low voice, "About him?"

Zhao Xuehan nodded.

"Yes." He propped his cheek with the back of his hand and looked at Wen Tiandong quietly.

"I'm afraid I forgot."