Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Zhao Xuehan clicked his tongue softly, walked to Lin Jue, and tapped on his shoulder.

A chill spread from Zhao Xuehan's fingertips, and Lin Jue instantly felt his internal organs were frozen.The burning pain in his stomach had disappeared, he rubbed his eyes, and the tears turned into an ordinary transparent liquid, hanging on his face drop by drop.

The fire next to him was extinguished.The room instantly cooled down.Lin Jue stared blankly at Qiao Long's body.The intense and painful emotions in his heart just now have disappeared.To him, the corpse in front of him now seemed to be just a strange monk whom he had met a few times.

"Is the performance over?" Zhao Xuehan said lazily, "We should go."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed Lin Jue's waist, pushed him into the bastard picture hanging on the wall, and then walked in by himself.

When they came out of the painting, they had arrived in an unknown forest.After the two landed, Zhao Xuehan put away a piece of white paper pasted on the tree trunk.

He looked indifferent, as if nothing had happened just now, he walked away without saying a word to Lin Jue, and Lin Jue had no choice but to follow.

Fortunately, Zhao Xuehan was not walking fast, and Lin Jue could barely keep up.While looking at Zhao Xuehan's back, he touched his neckline.It was all sticky with red wax, and it looked like a mess.

Lin Jue had no idea why he became like that just now.Something like this seems to have happened to him a few times.But Qiao Long was in a state of confusion just based on his performance at the time, as if he had seen a ghost.

Lin Jue buttoned the wax on his collar with his hands.Could it be that my soul really belongs to Du Sumu?he thinks.But this doesn't make sense.

The wax sticks so tightly that you can't buckle it off.Lin Jue looked up, but saw that Zhao Xuehan had already stopped, looking at him with interest.

"Do you really think you are Du Sumu's soul?" He raised one corner of his mouth and asked Lin Jue.

Lin Jue was stunned for a moment. "It's not." He pressed his forehead, "I just don't understand why I did that just now..."

"I did it." Zhao Xuehan replied bluntly, "Du Sumu's blood and tears are like red wax, and his tricks are mainly fire. I disguised you like this, and slightly controlled your mind, just to confuse him."

"Look," he chuckled, "didn't we kill him easily and avenge Wen Tiandong?"

Lin Jue nodded.Zhao Xuehan was right, they did avenge Wen Tiandong.However, the strange thing is that in Lin's determination, there is no sense of pleasure in revenge.On the contrary, the violent emotions just now made his heart feel as if a hole had been dug, and it was so empty.

He touched his chest.If the painful emotions just now were made by Zhao Xuehan, it would be too real.

Could Zhao Xuehan be lying to him?

Zhao Xuehan squinted at him, turned around and strode away.

Lin Jue hastily dropped the thoughts just now, and trotted to keep up.Yan Ke's long scabbard slapped his calf.Lin Jue couldn't help thinking of the words "Yan Ke won't be too far away from you" said by the sword boy.

"... Shall we go back?" He looked at Zhao Xuehan's back and asked cautiously.

"Yan Ke will come to pick me up." Zhao Xuehan replied.

Lin Jue breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good," he whispered.

Zhao Xuehan suddenly stopped in his tracks.Lin Jue didn't stop the car and almost ran into it.He saw Zhao Xuehan turn around and smiled at him.

"I don't seem to have made it clear," he said softly, "I said that Yan Ke will come to pick up 'me'.

"Instead of 'us.'"

Lin Jue was stunned, before he understood the meaning of Zhao Xuehan's words, a cold pain instantly penetrated his chest.He spurted a stream of blood from his mouth, stepped back a few steps and leaned against the tree trunk, looked down, there was a big hole in his chest, the blood had dyed the tattered white robe red.

He covered the wound and looked at Zhao Xuehan in panic.

"Yan Ke seems to have encountered something in the world of suffering, and he must bring it back." Zhao Xuehan maintained the posture of extending a finger to launch an attack, and smiled at Lin Jue, "but the soul of the world of suffering cannot survive in this world." of."

The severe pain made Lin Jue unable to think. While panting heavily, he looked around, hoping that Yan Ke would appear soon.

"Without this soul, Yan Ke will be unhappy," Zhao Xuehan put away his hands, "so I randomly found a soul, got some memories in it, stabilized him, so that he can work for me honestly. "

"You are neither Du Sumu nor the soul of the bitter world that Yan Ke has in mind." Zhao Xuehan looked at Lin Jue with a faint smile, "You are nothing. You are just a nameless soul."

Lin Jue couldn't believe his ears. He wanted to speak, but his throat was blocked by blood foam, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Yan Ke asked me to find you a stable place to settle you down." He smiled, "But if you exist in this world, you will definitely disturb Yan Ke's mind all the time. If you disagree with my thoughts, Yan Ke Ke will definitely listen to you, not mine."

"Now that your mission is completed, it's useless." Zhao Xuehan said softly. "You must die."

Blood and life flowed in Lin Jue's body, Lin Jue struggled, he raised his head, passed through the branches with fallen leaves, he saw a small black shadow in the sky flying towards his direction.He seemed to be able to hear the familiar black robe rustling in the wind.

is it him?

Will he come to my rescue?

"Yan Ke..." Lin Jue's consciousness was blurred, he read slowly, and slid along the tree trunk to the ground.

But I'm not the one in his heart.There was no reason to stay by his side either.

Lin Jue's heart throbbed violently.The pain even surpassed his pierced chest.

Zhao Xue looked at him coldly, and lightly stepped on the ground with his heel.

The soil at Lin Jue's feet instantly collapsed, and he fell to the bottom instantly.The moment he fell, the soil was covered again, completely burying him underneath.

The mud poured into Lin Jue's nose with a fishy smell, making him unable to breathe.

Heavy footsteps fell, and Yan Ke's voice came from him.The voice was still calm and calm, very familiar.

But it's so far away.

"Is he gone?" he asked.

"He's gone." Zhao Xuehan replied with an unusually brisk tone, "I'll take him to a safe place as you said, don't worry."

Lin Jue opened his mouth to shout, and more soil fell into his mouth.He wanted to hold Yan Ke's sword, but his hand was heavily pressed by the mud, and he couldn't lift it no matter what.

Yan Ke didn't speak or move.After a while, Zhao Xuehan's voice came from the ground.

"Did I lie to you?" he asked.

long silence.

"...No." Yan Ke replied in a low voice.

"Let's go." Zhao Xuehan said.

The footsteps disappeared.The underground was extremely silent.

Lin Jue opened his eyes, allowing the uneven particles of soil to fall into his eyes.No tears, no moan.

He couldn't make a sound, and he couldn't feel any pain.

[End of the first volume]