Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

As soon as Jiang Xing entered the room, he quickly closed the door.He looked at Lin Jue with a hesitant expression.

When Lin Jue saw Jiang Xing, he started to have a headache.Qiao Long apparently told Jiang Xing that Lin Jue was dead, but Jiang Xing didn't seem to believe it.Lin Jue turned to this person, wanting to tell him plainly that the real Lin Jue would not come back, but he was afraid of hurting his heart.

Jiang Xing hesitated for a long time in front of Lin Jue, but couldn't come up with a word.Lin Jue scratched his head and couldn't help breaking the silence.

"Have you got a pen and paper?" he asked.

Jiang Xing was taken aback for a moment, obviously he didn't expect Lin Jue to ask for a pen and paper.Yet he seemed to have it.Seeing him, Lin Jue immediately took out a small bag from his pocket, took out the paper, grinded the ink, and handed the pen to Lin Jue.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Xing was obviously worried, holding the inkstone, Lin Jue wanted to dip his pen, but he kept avoiding it.

Lin Jue glanced at him angrily, grabbed the inkstone, spread the paper on the ground, drew a big bastard, and stuffed it into Jiang Xing's hand.

"My life is not long, I will leave it to you. You must treat him like your own son." He said.

After hearing this, Jiang Xing's expression softened. "Leave me a bastard, aren't you a bastard." He smiled and put the paper on the ground casually.

"No, no, how is it possible. I gave my son to you." Lin Jue picked up the paper and put it on the wall with a smile on his face. "From now on, whenever you miss me, come here Look at this bastard, if you see my son, you will see me."

"Why are you still scolding yourself?" Jiang Xing said with a smile.

"What? Are you dissatisfied?" Lin Jue raised his eyebrows, "Then I'll write you a serious suicide note." He raised his pen, "Wait for me to return home and take care of my parents for me..."

As soon as the words came out, Lin's determination suddenly faltered.Jiang Xing immediately became flustered, and hurriedly took the paper from Lin Jue's hand.

"You will not die!" he said. "After tomorrow they will surely let you go."

Lin Jue shook his head, he looked at Jiang Xing's earnest gaze, and felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Jiang Xing, actually I..." Lin Jue opened his mouth, but before he finished speaking, the door of the house opened silently behind Jiang Xing.

Lin Jue swallowed hard. He saw Qiao Long standing at the door, staring at the two expressionlessly.

Seeing that Lin Jue's expression was wrong, Jiang Xing turned his head to look at himself. When he saw Qiao Long's figure, his expression froze. Before he could say the word "Master", Qiao Long flew up a hand blade and stabbed Jiang Xing I was knocked out directly.

Jiang Xing's body went limp, Lin Jue stretched out his hand, just about to hug him, but Qiao Long took a step ahead.He grabbed Jiang Xing's collar and shook it vigorously, and Jiang Xing was thrown lifelessly to the corner of the room.

The door slowly closed automatically behind Qiao Long, and the room returned to darkness.A ray of light from the roof just shone on Qiao Long's face, making his face pale and frighteningly pale.

Lin Jue's calves began to tremble, he took a few steps back, and couldn't help rubbing against the wall. "Jiang...Jiang Xing didn't do anything," he stammered, "he just came to see me..."

"I know." Qiao Long said.He stared at Lin Jue, holding both hands casually, and the fingertip of the index finger of his right hand was slowly tapping the jade wrench on his left hand.

"I want to hear your explanation." He said softly.

"I...I'll talk about it tomorrow." The sound of nails and jadeite clashing made Lin Xin feel confused. He looked at Qiao Long and felt a bad premonition.

"I don't believe you." Qiao Long said flatly, "I buried Lin Jue with my own hands. You appeared for no reason, and you did those things in Huaicheng, and you continued to appear in Shihongshan under such circumstances.

"What's your purpose?"

The knocking sound of "da da" is particularly obvious in an empty room.Qiao Long's hand struck very rhythmically, after two short strikes, there must be one strike followed by a longer pause.

Two short and one long.

Lin Jue's cold sweat dripped down his neck.He leaned against the wall without saying a word, his eyes fixed on Qiao Long.

Qiao Long smiled lightly. "Forget it," he fiddled with his fingers, "I don't expect to be able to ask anything."

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Lin Jue: "It's better to solve it directly."

As soon as the words fell, a white light directly hit Lin Jue's forehead.Lin Jue was startled and bent down, the white light hit the wall and scattered in all directions.

"Master." Lin Jue yelled, "You want to kill me?"

"Yes." Qiao Long looked at Lin Jue coldly and attacked again.The space in the room was so small that Lin Jue didn't even have time to draw out the sword at his waist, so he had to throw himself on the ground and roll to escape.

"But you killed me like this, aren't you afraid of being suspected?" Lin Jue lay on the floor, and he didn't know where the courage came from. He put his head in his hands, and said loudly to Qiao Long, "I died for no reason, Yuan The monk Chengpai will definitely investigate."

"Yeah, I'm afraid of suspicion." Qiao Long laughed, "That's why I hinted to Jiang Xing that you are the real Lin Jue. Jiang Xing lived up to my expectations and came to look for you."

Lin Jue felt the blood on his face sink to the bottom of his feet, and his whole body was cold: "You want to blame him..."

"That's right." Qiao Long looked down at Lin Jue and raised his arms, "Jiang Xing saw that you were not Lin Jue, he was heartbroken and felt cheated, so he killed you in a fit of rage."

He chuckled: "What's the reason?"

Lin Jue propped his hands on the floor, looked up at Qiao Long, and gasped.It's over, he thought, Qiao Long's next attack must have a very large range, and I can't dodge it.

Qiao Long seemed to see through Lin's determination, and sneered. He raised his hand, and when he was about to attack, his eyes froze, as if he saw something terrible, and his hand froze in mid-air.

Lin Jue followed his gaze, and it happened to fall on the bastard he just drew.A human face gradually appeared on the bastard's shell, the bastard's head also turned into a bun, the forelimbs became ears, and the hind limbs stretched and expanded to become a body.

Zhao Xuehan's head appeared in the painting, looking down on Qiao Long from a high position.

The bastard turned into a human, this scene Lin Jue should have been very funny, but the current atmosphere made him unable to laugh.Zhao Xuehan glanced down at Lin Jue, clicked his tongue lightly, then got out of the painting and fell to the ground.

Qiao Long's face became even paler, and he remained motionless, silently watching Zhao Xuehan pat the hem of his clothes, and stood up.

"Do you still recognize me?" Zhao Xuehan raised one corner of her mouth and smiled at Qiao Long.

Qiao Long sneered. "Who doesn't recognize you, the devil who has done a lot of evil." He snapped, "What are you doing here?"

"Oh," Zhao Xuehan dragged his voice, leaned against the wall, and looked at Qiao Long lazily, "The old man is not here, so you just say that about me?" He snorted, "He knows he must be sad."

Qiao Long's complexion darkened instantly: "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Why do you have to act stupid in front of me?" Zhao Xuehan straightened up and raised her chin in Qiao Long's direction.

"You killed hundreds of monks, seized the Yuanshen, blamed Wen Tiandong, and then killed him with your own hands."

"You deceived your lover and asked her to keep the Yuanshen for you, killed a whole city of residents, and finally beheaded your lover"

"You killed the disciple who trusted you, let his body rot, and wanted to put the blame on another disciple."

"Don't you feel guilty for doing these things?" He stared at Qiao Long, his eyes shining dangerously in the darkness.

Qiao Long's face turned blue, her hands were tightly twisted together, and the jade finger was creaking from the bones.Lin Jue moved behind Zhao Xuehan, scratching his head involuntarily.

"No, he did it?" He wondered, "But it wasn't his senior brother..."

Zhao Xuehan chuckled a few times, then pointed at Qiao Long. "He's not Qiao Long," Zhao Xuehan said, "he's just living with Qiao Long's body."

"Right?" He narrowed his eyes and looked at the livid-faced man in front of him.

"Master Zheng."

Lin Jue turned his brain, and with great difficulty, he managed to recall a head named Zheng from his mind.

"...is the former head of the Yuancheng faction?" He asked cautiously, "Didn't he pass away long ago?"

"Yes." Zhao Xuehan said, "But that's a suspended animation."

He smiled at Qiao Long: "It's just for the convenience of collecting souls."

"Ridiculous!" Qiao Long yelled angrily, "You are not allowed to insult Master's reputation!" Before he finished speaking, he waved his arm and stabbed at Zhao Xuehan with a few sword lights.

Zhao Xuehan laughed, and waved lightly, and the sword light scattered in the air. "You look alike pretending to be your apprentice," he mocked, "This seriousness really can make the real one."

Qiao Long turned sideways, holding the fingers of her left hand with her right hand. "If I'm really the master, what's the use of collecting primordial spirits? I have enough skills, and abusing the monk's primordial spirits can only lead to madness. Why should I take that risk!" he shouted.

"You ask me?" Zhao Xuehan raised his eyebrows, "You should know best yourself!" He flicked his fingers, and an invisible wind blade attacked Qiao Long.

Qiao Long was nervous, she stretched out her right arm and let out a sword light to resist.Zhao Xuehan chuckled, and with a wave of his hand, the direction of the wind blade changed, and it directly hit the jade wrench on Qiao Long's left hand.

The finger was vulnerable to a single blow, and instantly fell into several pieces, scattered on the ground, and a glistening blue light also fell out of the finger, and jumped a few times when it touched the ground.A figure rose from the blue light.

This man was dressed in an indigo Taoist robe, tall and handsome.His face was as cold as ice, and his eyes were as clear as a mirror.After falling to the ground, he looked around, saw Qiao Long, and gave him a slight smile.

That smile seemed to wrinkle spring water with a little breeze, making that ice-like face brighten instantly.

When Lin Jue saw this person, he felt familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.He rubbed his temples, turned his head to look at Zhao Xuehan, but saw Zhao Xuehan staring at the figure of this person motionlessly with an extremely sullen face.

Qiao Long was the first to break the silence. He bent down, picked up the blue light ball on the ground, and held it in his palm.

Seeing Qiao Long's actions, Zhao Xuehan sneered again. "What is this?" he whispered.

Qiao Long straightened up and looked at Zhao Xuehan.His expression has returned to calm.

"Zhao Xuehan, let me ask you." He spread his hands, counted the number of pieces of light, and closed them tightly again, "Du Sumu treats you like his own son. When he ascended, his primordial spirit was inexplicably shattered, You don't feel anything, don't you express anything?"

"It's normal for the ascension to be unsuccessful, and he's not the only one." Zhao Xue said coldly, "What can I say?"

Qiao Long shook his head: "Brother Du has been upright all his life and has never done anything evil. He has a high level of cultivation, there is no struggle inside or outside the sect, and there is no reason why he cannot ascend."

Zhao Xue looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

"Besides, the rupture of the primordial spirit is too weird." After a pause, Qiao Long continued, "The monk who had no problems died during the ascension. If the reason is not found out, which monk will dare to do the ascension afterwards?"

"It's none of your business if he succeeds in ascension?" Zhao Xuehan tilted his head and slightly raised his eyes to look at Qiao Long. "Why do you want to collect Yuanshen?"

"The monk's soul can be used as glue to make the broken soul complete again." Qiao Long said, "I want to restore Du Sumu's soul."

"For this reason, you killed so many people?" Zhao Xuehan said.

Qiao Long looked indifferent. "For the great cause," he said, "is that all right?"

"Great cause?" Zhao Xuehan sarcastically said, "Your great cause is to revive this person?"

Qiao Long didn't speak, but looked calmly at the man in the indigo robe in front of him.The man also responded to Qiao Long's gaze, and nodded to him with a smile.

Lin Jue's chest suddenly felt oppressed, and his heart began to ache from the pressure.He remembered what Wen Tiandong had said to him on Yuanxiu Peak, amidst the vast sea of ​​clouds.

"If he wants to make up for this part, he must find head Du." Wen Tiandong's gentle voice reached Lin Jue's ears in the cold air at the summit, "During this journey, no matter what he does too much, Although it should be punished, it is understandable."

He had already known.Lin Jue lowered his head, his heart ached as if being burned by a raging fire.He clutched his clothes tightly to his chest.

"There is no way to glue the Yuanshen together." Lin Jue said in a low voice.

The voice was very small, but Qiao Long heard it.He gently stretched out his hand towards the figure in front of him, and the figure rippled like the surface of the water.

"It's ok." Qiao Long said, "Look at Brother Du's Primordial Spirit. Originally, there was only one fragment, but it was just a blurred shadow. Now there are more fragments found..."

He smiled slightly: "He can already recognize me."