Worst demon cult leader ever

After the New Year's Eve, the disciples returned to the mountain one after another.

Before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Wendao Pavilion will not be opened for the time being.

With a bang, the door of Cumulus Mansion was pushed open, and cold wind and snow blew in.

"Huashan won't stay long." Sun Qingfeng put down the firewood and took a sip of hot tea.

Jin Lin'er ran forward, lifted the firewood to the stove, held Sun Qingfeng's hand and rubbed it, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Sun Qingfeng: "Zhou Xingyun came here, didn't I tell you?"

Jin Lin'er: "Brother only asked me if the chickens and ducks I raised are healthy."

Sun Qingfeng's eyes sank: "There is a plague."

A strange thing happened suddenly on Mount Hua—all the poultry and livestock raised in the sect became extremely lethargic.

Originally, lethargy in winter is very common, but these poultry go to bed from morning to night every day, and there is almost no time for waking activities.

The disciples didn't pay attention. When they found out, the chickens and ducks were all skinny, and some even fell asleep and were frozen into ice cubes.

Veterinarians couldn't find any clues, and only said it was a rare plague, and the plague in winter was even more bizarre.

To other disciples, the plague is just less meat to eat.

But for Jin Lin'er and Sun Qingfeng, it was fatal, because they couldn't live without blood.

Jin Lin'er was puzzled: "Why are the chickens and ducks raised in our house okay?"

Sun Qingfeng: "In the entire Huashan, only the chickens and ducks in Cumulus Mansion are not infected."

Jin Lin'er closed the door before he dared to speak: "Fortunately, you went down the mountain to buy it quietly, and no one saw it, otherwise it would definitely arouse suspicion."

Sun Qingfeng shook his head: "Someone saw it."

Jin Lin'er hurriedly asked, "Who?"

Sun Qingfeng: "When I went down the mountain, it was still dark, and when Zhou Xingyun took Zhu Huan up the mountain, Zhou Xingyun looked a little annoyed."

Jin Lin'er: "It must be that Zhu Huan did something stupid again and was discovered by the senior brother. However, the senior brother thought we were monsters and reported it to the head. He will protect us."

Sun Qingfeng: "You really think so?"

Jin Lin'er: "What else?"

Sun Qingfeng: "Zhou Xingyun never taught you internal skills, have you ever thought about why?"

Jin Lin'er thought for a moment before realizing: "Brother is always considerate in everything he does. If he wanted to teach me martial arts, he would definitely ask me first whether he would like to be the Sword Sect or the Qi Sect. But he never asked me. Presumably, he had already He already guessed our identities, knew that I don't need to learn other martial arts, and said we are demons, in fact, to save us from embarrassment."

Sun Qingfeng: "I can trust Zhou Xingyun's character, but I can't guarantee that he won't fall for other people's tricks."

Jin Lin'er: "Zhu Huan knows about my drinking blood, so he is even more suspicious."

Sun Qingfeng: "Zhu Huan is only a half-grown child. Just by looking at how he can be countered by you, it is irrefutable. It can be seen that this person is not only ordinary in martial arts, but also not very good at his brain. He guessed you Drinking blood is just a mistake. If he wants to deal with you, it is reasonable to use his father's relationship to ask the demon hunters to come and arrest you. But spreading the plague? He is not capable of this."

Jin Lin'er paced back and forth in the room, muttering: "You're right. Apart from grandpa, only senior brothers know about our affairs. The news must have leaked from him, but I don't know what happened."

Sun Qingfeng: "Don't you like him very much?"

"I only like you." Jin Lin'er said casually, before Sun Qingfeng had time to "lose his memory", he quickly changed the topic and analyzed seriously, "Although senior brother is a good person, your suspicion is well-founded. Perhaps, when Senior Brother reported to the sect leader, other people overheard him. Perhaps, considering the safety of the entire sect, he could only report our matter to the imperial court. After all, the Demon Sect is notorious, and he cannot let the Huashan sect take risks."

"But if the imperial court knew where we were, why did they spread the plague and cut off the blood supply?" Jin Lin'er sighed to Tianchang, feeling that his words were untenable, "Is it to force us to expose?"

Sun Qingfeng: "If it's the court, there's no need to do anything extra."

Jin Lin'er: "Is it because people who are afraid of monsters want to force us to leave, or is someone trying to take the seal while you and I are weak?"

Sun Qingfeng: "Ordinary people never know the secret of the golden seal."

Jin Lin'er's eyes lit up: "What if it's an elder of the Huashan School?"

Sun Qingfeng: "It's not impossible."

Jin Lin'er: "Golden seal is an ancient secret technique, which has been passed down for 200 years. Even if there are martial arts wizards who can live to be a hundred years old, they can't develop such profound inner strength. Those who practice martial arts are either competitive or hard-working. If you are diligent, you will not be moved when you see the magic power."

Sun Qingfeng: "The leader of the martial arts alliance and the nun Xuanbei of Emei knew about this matter, and told a few or five friends, but it is unknown."

Jin Lin'er: "If you don't understand, forget it. Fortunately, the eldest brother is wise and raised chickens and ducks early. Otherwise, it would be really difficult to find a living creature to take blood in this cold and snowy world."

"I suspected that Hu Jiu had come before, but first, he shouldn't have come before the agreed date; second, he didn't need to go through so much trouble to get the seal." Sun Qingfeng and Jin Lin'er looked at each other. , all felt confused, so they could only smile and give up, "As long as it's not a monster, it's easy for others to deal with."

Jin Lin'er tried to ask Xue Zhengyang for help.

But Xue Zhengyang saw Jin Lin'er on New Year's Eve and knew that he was doing well, so he continued to practice with great concentration. At this time, the cultivation reached a critical moment, and Zhou Xingyun didn't even let Zhou Xingyun disturb him.

Zhou Xingyun saw Jin Lin'er was impatient and tried to force his way in, but was slapped by Xue Zhengyang from the air.

Xue Zhengyang's palm was domineering, and when he swung his palm, the cyan energy visible to the naked eye instantly shook Zhou Xingyun away.

Although Zhou Xingyun was not injured, Jin Lin'er didn't dare to cause him any more trouble, so he led him away.

There were more than forty chickens and ducks raised in Cumulus' mansion, the big ones weighed three to four catties, and they could take more than a bowl of blood. The blood of all the chickens and ducks added up was enough for Jin Lin'er to drink until summer.

But if the entire Mount Hua was plagued by a plague, but the Cumulus Mansion was safe and sound, what would outsiders think?

Sun Qingfeng had to make plans early.

When Jin Lin'er returned to the cave after his evening class, he smelled a bloody smell from afar, and when he got closer, he found that it was Sun Qingfeng who was slaughtering chickens and ducks.

He couldn't help wondering: "Brother, did the little duck hit you? Don't be angry."

Sun Qingfeng's head was covered with chicken feathers, and he spat out a piece of duck feathers from his mouth, his complexion was black: "Be careful that I will kill you!"

A chicken struggled to jump, clucking and rushing into the air.

Jin Lin'er flexed his fingers into claws, waved his palm lightly, and shot out a dark golden qi, instantly knocking the poor chicken unconscious.

"Brother is not willing to hit me, at most, just slap me, just to relieve my anger." He sprinted forward, grabbed the backhand, pulled the chicken over and held it in his hand from the air, and rushed to Sun Qingfeng to claim credit, "I How about this trick, Eagle Striking the Sky?"

Sun Qingfeng grabbed the chicken and cut off the chicken's neck: "So-so, hurry up and take out all the empty wine bottles."

Jin Lin'er: "Why bother?"

Sun Qingfeng: "If you want to stay in Huashan, you have to be careful."

Jin Lin'er: "I originally thought that if I really wanted to leave, I would have to meet with the sect master to say goodbye. I didn't want him to think that I did something wrong and fled in fear of crime. But I think he will understand, so don't let me go." Adventure, let's go."

Sun Qingfeng: "As long as you don't make mistakes, others will not be able to find opportunities. When will you run away and run away? I don't want you to run away again."

"Hey." Jin Lin'er was very moved, and only responded, and stopped saying "sweet words", and obediently went back to the house to find a wine bottle.

The two were busy for a while, butchered all the chickens and ducks, poured the blood into empty wine bottles, and buried them in a field near the waterfall.

That place is prone to freezing when the wind blows, and the blood is buried in the ground and frozen, so it won't spoil easily.

It had been five years since he drank blood for the first time, and Jin Lin'er still hadn't gotten used to the smell of blood. Every time, he pinched his nose and gulped it down in one gulp, and then covered his mouth to prevent himself from spitting it out.

It's really painful to look at that, so he always drinks behind Sun Qingfeng's back.

Sometimes, he also struggles in his heart, feeling like a wild beast, as if he is sinking into the mud and struggling out.However, as long as he thinks of Sun Qingfeng's pain of being torn by ghosts and the hard work of the Zhao family's five generations of seal holders, all the dark clouds in his heart will disappear without a trace.

Jin Lin'er was very contradictory. He hoped to see Hu Jiu as soon as possible and end this fate, but he also didn't want to be separated from Sun Qingfeng. Ten years with the person he liked seemed like a snap of his fingers. He only felt that everything was going well. too fast.

From winter to spring, the plague on Mount Hua has never dissipated.

The blood buried in the ground is becoming less and less fresh.

Jin Lin'er pinched her nose and closed her eyes, feeling that it was really hard to swallow, and every sip of blood felt very uncomfortable.After drinking, his forehead is always wet with sweat, his face is pale, his lips are bright red, like a wet water ghost.

Sun Qingfeng watched it secretly once, and felt worried, knowing that this was not a long-term solution.

Although Jin Lin'er bears the golden seal, she is only a mortal body after all, and it is uncomfortable to drink fresh blood in the past, but now she can only drink old blood in a bottle, and fell ill after a while.

Sun Qingfeng didn't dare to say anything, he was afraid that the people in the pill pharmacy would find out something wrong, so after thinking about it, he could only ask Zhou Xingyun to come and help.

Since the plague started, Zhou Xingyun took his disciples every day to spread medicine on the hilltops and caves of Xifeng to prevent the epidemic.

He was afraid that his disciples would find out the secret of the "Brothers of the Xue Family", and he had always been in charge of the Cumulus Mansion alone, but he had never actually been there.

After listening to Sun Qingfeng's description, Zhou Xingyun immediately put down what he was doing and went up the mountain with a medicine box.

He knew a little about medicine, and after seeing a doctor for Jin Lin'er, he thought it was caused by unclean diet, so he prescribed two prescriptions for him, and asked Sun Qingfeng to stay and take care of Jin Lin'er, and he prepared the medicine by himself. come up.

Sun Qingfeng bowed to Zhou Xingyun, thanking him for taking care of Jin Lin'er.

Zhou Xingyun was overwhelmed by the flattery, and quickly stopped Sun Qingfeng, with worried eyes, he said: "Nian Lang drinks... the food he eats is not clean, it's not an option to continue like this."

Sun Qingfeng knew that Zhou Xingyun had indeed seen it, but he didn't intend to make it clear, he only took half a step back, distanced himself from the other party, and said, "Thank you, I will pay more attention in the future."

Zhou Xingyun saw Sun Qingfeng's intention to see off the guests, so he didn't say any more, and got up to leave, leaving the room full of warm amber fragrance.

Jin Lin'er took the medicine and slept on the bed for a whole day. When he opened his eyes the next day, he saw Sun Qingfeng sitting beside the bed peeling bamboo.

He was dizzy from sleep, and opened his mouth to ask: "Brother, you... have you dug bamboo shoots?"

With a bang, the thin bamboo pole in Sun Qingfeng's hand was snapped into two pieces.

"I dug a hole and buried you!"

With a cold face, Sun Qingfeng lowered his head and picked up another bamboo from the ground, actually sneaking a peek at Jin Lin'er.

He took the bamboo in his hand, cut and polished it again, and asked casually: "Zhou Xingyun's medical skills are still good, how do you feel now?"

"I'm fine, I'm okay." Jin Lin'er sat up suddenly, and jumped out of bed, forgetting that he hadn't eaten for two days, his legs were weak from hunger, and he staggered and almost fell.

Thanks to Sun Qingfeng's sharp eyes and quick hands, he grabbed him into his arms and cursed: "Shrimp with soft feet."

Jin Lin'er smiled and burrowed into Sun Qingfeng's arms, and habitually held his hands and rubbed them to warm him up. He accidentally discovered that Sun Qingfeng's hands were red from the cold, and many of his fingertips were scratched by pieces of wood. Scar, concerned: "What are you doing?"

"Cut bamboo shoots." Sun Qingfeng said in a bad mood, hugged Jin Lin'er in his arms, sat on the bed, and let him lean against him.

Jin Lin'er leaned on Sun Qingfeng's chest, and said softly, "Are you cold? Don't do it, let's just hug for a day."

"Hold me for a day, who will cook? If I starve you to death, will I survive?" Seeing Jin Lin'er's sick face, Sun Qingfeng felt cramped in his heart, and dared not speak loudly to him again.He grabbed a robe casually, put it on Jin Lin'er, put his hands around his shoulders, wrapped him tightly, and continued to move his hands.

The blade cut across the bamboo branches, and the smell of green bamboo floated in the room.

Seeing that Jin Lin'er was listless, Sun Qingfeng was not used to it, so he rarely took the initiative to ask for something to say, and said casually: "Your brother is such a good person, there are not many in the world."

Jin Lin'er was surprised: "Do you like him?"

"Fart." Sun Qingfeng broke another piece of bamboo.

Jin Lin'er: "If you don't like him, you won't ask him for help. What's the point of being embarrassed? I like you, and I like senior brother. I can't say that I like you more than I like him, because I like this kind of thing. It can't be measured. But my liking for you is different from liking for senior brother and everyone else."

Sun Qingfeng cut and polished the bamboo branch into a small stick less than a finger thick, picked up the fine iron forged arrowhead from the table beside him, pressed the arrowhead on the top of the stick, smiled imperceptibly, and then sneered A voice: "Your rhetoric has been self-taught since you were young. If you use it in martial arts, you must have achieved success long ago."

"I'm not a rhetoric." Jin Lin'er said every word from the bottom of his heart, and said it as soon as he wanted to. It seems inaccurate to say that he learned it without a teacher.He thinks it is a kind of talent, and the only talent he has with mediocre aptitude is to adore Sun Qingfeng and try his best to make him happy.

Thinking of this, Jin Lin'er couldn't help laughing.

To cover up his weird laugh, he hastily yelled: "You are making arrows!"

Sun Qingfeng: "There is no meat to eat, and a bird fades out of his mouth."

Jin Lin'er was overjoyed: "Are you going hunting? You take me with you..."

"Boil water to make porridge, remember to boil the water." Sun Qingfeng held down the excited Jin Lin'er to prevent him from walking around, put the finished arrows in a small bamboo tube, hung the bamboo tube on his back, picked up the long arrow Bow went hunting alone.

Jin Lin'er opened the rice vat and found that the old rice had been replaced with new rice.

Jin Lin'er cooked the porridge, stewed another pot of vegetable soup, and set up the dishes and waited for Sun Qingfeng to go home.

He had just recovered from his illness and felt weak all over. He leaned against the window with one hand on his jaw and basked in the sun for a nap, and fell asleep again inadvertently.

After an unknown amount of time, Jin Lin'er was pecked awake by a sparrow.

He grabbed some rice and sprinkled it by the window. He glanced out of the window and saw that Sun Qingfeng's bow and arrow had been placed on the green grass. He rushed out the door excitedly, calling "Brother", but there was no sign of Sun Qingfeng.

In March, the spring breeze is warm, and the birds return to the south, hiding in the forest to quarrel with their tongues.

The breeze blew, gently caressing Jin Lin'er's forehead hair.He seemed to have a feeling, turned around and looked back, and saw Sun Qingfeng squatting on the tall ancient pine on the right side of the cave like a monkey.

Sun Qingfeng squatted on the tree, resting his jaw with both hands, looking very distressed

Jin Lin'er recalled that when the two first met, Sun Qingfeng was annoyed by his own crying, so he also hid on the stone roof and squatted.He was hard to find for a while, thinking that Sun Qingfeng didn't want him anymore, so he almost died of crying.In the end, he found that Sun Qingfeng didn't go far at all. He was both happy and scared. He stood on the ground and looked up at him, wiping away his tears and promising him that he would never cry again.

Later, Jin Lin'er discovered that whenever Sun Qingfeng had something on his mind, he would squat on a high place in a daze.At first it was the roof, and then the low peach tree beside the house, maybe that day it would soar into the sky.

Seeing Sun Qingfeng squatting higher and higher, Jin Lin'er knew that the boredom in his heart was increasing day by day.

But he didn't know why Sun Qingfeng was bothered, and he just wanted to spend more time with him to make him happy, so he made a foolish look, waved and danced under the tree, and shouted with a smile: "Brother, come down to eat !"

Sun Qingfeng only glanced at it, but did not respond.

Jin Lin'er shouted again: "Brother, what wild animal did you hunt? You won't stumble and catch nothing, right? Come down, I'm not laughing at you!"

Sun Qingfeng turned his face away, but still did not respond.

Jin Lin'er took a deep breath, and shouted a series of words: "Brother, today I cook, I clean up the dishes, I do the laundry, wash the dishes, carry water and firewood... Go home soon!" Rolling over.

Sun Qingfeng twitched his ears, looked down and couldn't laugh or cry, jumped off the tree and landed in front of Jin Lin'er.

Vegetation debris was raised, and pine needles rustled and fell.

The sunlight was filtered into spots the size of butterfly wings, which fell into Jin Lin'er's eyes.

"Go home." Sun Qingfeng squatted down and reached out to stroke the pine needles that fell on Jin Lin'er's eyebrows.He carried a skinned and bled rabbit in his hand, and with his other clean hand, he picked up Jin Lin'er, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and walked back to Cumulus Mansion together.

"Brother, are you upset?" At night, Jin Lin'er tossed and turned, heard Sun Qingfeng's breathing, and knew that he was also unable to fall asleep.

Sun Qingfeng: "Sleep with you."

Jin Lin'er: "Is it because of me?"

Sun Qingfeng: "Don't bother me."

Jin Lin'er hugged Sun Qingfeng from behind, and buried his face on his back: "Don't want me."

Sun Qingfeng opened his eyes, looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and said in a voice as light as breathing: "I didn't take good care of you."

It turned out that Sun Qingfeng's distress was actually self-blame.

Jin Lin'er: "Don't joke, I'm fine."

Sun Qingfeng: "Since you and I have known each other, we either hid or ran away. Over the years, you have either been sick or injured. If Brother Zhao is alive in heaven, he will definitely stab me right through with a sword."

Jin Lin'er tightened his hands and said, "It's all my fault. If you insisted on me drinking human blood, you wouldn't be so weak. If I try my best to be a decent leader, we don't have to hide our heads and show our tails. You Considering my feelings, never forcing me to do anything, how can anyone in this world treat me better than you? My parents will thank you and bless you with a long life."

Sun Qingfeng laughed, and the gloom between his brows and eyes dissipated: "I don't ask for thanks, I just ask them not to blame me."

Jin Lin'er: "Why do they blame you? Besides, you are the chief strategist, how can you be afraid of them blaming you?"

Sun Qingfeng: "Blame me... you, forget it, don't ask questions."

Jin Lin'er reached out to hold Sun Qingfeng's hand, took advantage of his unguardedness, and quickly pecked his ear, and said with a smile: "Don't be unhappy, teach me archery tomorrow, and from now on, I'll go hunting and I'll do laundry Cook and wash the dishes, I will take care of you, you can sew clothes and embroider at home."

"If you don't sleep, I will beat you."

Sun Qingfeng broke away from Jin Lin'er, coaxed him to sleep with a few words, but his own mind was disturbed and it was difficult to fall asleep.

He has lived for 200 years. During the 200 years, there are always more pains than joys. Only in the last ten years of his life, he often feels happy.Even though he was worried and depressed occasionally, as long as he could speak a few words with Jin Lin'er, he would be back to normal in a blink of an eye.

Jin Lin'er is not extremely intelligent, has no extraordinary talent, neither has an amazing appearance, nor does he have a heroic and tall figure, but if he adds a cent, it is too long, and if he subtracts a cent, he is too short. A good medicine for Qingfeng.

"Infernal Hell, I will go down alone, so don't drag him down." Sun Qingfeng thought so, and decided to wait until Jin Lin'er learned the No. 20 move "Golden Shadow Palm", and he had the ability to protect himself, so he went down the mountain alone. Find the last magic weapon that is missing in the deployment of the demon-subduing formation-Yin Yang Zhao Banner.

After the fifteenth day, Wendao Pavilion was reopened, and life returned to normal.

During the day, Jin Lin'er went to Wendao Pavilion to study scriptures and swords, while Sun Qingfeng cooked some meals casually in the kitchen.

In the evening, when the two returned to the Cumulus Mansion, they came back to life in an instant. They invited them to go hunting in the mountains, and brought wild animals home to start a small stove.

From winter to spring, the days grow longer and the nights shorter.

In the evening of this day, the sky was still very bright, the sky was full of golden clouds, and a rainbow bridge was erected on the two mountain peaks in the distance.

Sun Qingfeng and Jin Lin'er entered the deep forest to hunt, stood behind Jin Lin'er's quilt, held his hand, and taught him to aim at the hunter, adjust his breath and release the arrow: "The arrow is not shot straight, but forms a line in midair. Arc, the aim must be lifted up a few points."

Jin Lin'er: "How much?"

Sun Qingfeng: "Soldiers are impermanent. You must be optimistic about the distance between you and your prey. First, rely on your eyesight, second, experience, but the most important third point is to watch with your heart."

Jin Lin'er shot an arrow and hit a sparrow.

Sun Qingfeng stepped forward to pick up the prey and said, "Not bad."

Jin Lin'er didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What's so good? Just hurt me, you know I'm aiming at that hare!"

Sun Qingfeng couldn't help laughing out loud, and gave Jin Lin'er a thumbs-up, saying: "Successful and surprising, you kid will draw inferences from one instance."

"I'm going to shoot a rabbit for you today!"

Jin Lin'er became even more depressed, grabbed three arrows, took the bow and ran to hunt the hare.

Sun Qingfeng only told him to go back before dark, so he didn't care too much. He hunted alone with a bow and arrow, and carried the prey back to the cave for barbecue.

When morning and evening meet, the sky and the earth are gray.

Jin Lin'er made up his mind to hunt the hare, and rushed far away with all his might.

The hare he was eyeing was heather gray, and it didn't take long to make him dizzy as it fled among the dense forests of wildflowers.

He only had three arrows with him, and he had already shot two arrows on the road, not to mention hitting the hare, and even missed the pine trees running around. He was so angry and anxious that he didn't bother to stop to pick them up.

Fortunately, the rabbit also knew how tired it was, so it ran into the gap between two big rocks and finally stopped.

Jin Lin'er knelt down suddenly, nocked the arrow, and took advantage of the last ray of skylight before sunset, aiming at the hare's buttocks, and released the last arrow.

The bamboo arrow was inserted squarely into the ground two inches behind the hare, half a foot into the soil.

The hare narrowly escaped death, fled frantically, and disappeared in an instant.

Feeling very frustrated, Jin Lin'er got up from the ground, forgot to pick up the arrow she shot, and turned away dejectedly.

"what--!"

At this moment, a painful cry suddenly came from not far away.

Just now, Jin Lin'er chased the hare and ran all the way, unknowingly he was halfway up the mountain, unaware that there were other people around him.

He ran back following the sound, walked behind the two big rocks where the hare was hiding just now, and was stunned by the scene in front of him—Zhu Huan was lying in a pool of blood, with a bamboo arrow stuck in his heart, which was made by Sun Qingfeng himself .

Jin Lin'er squatted down beside Zhu Huan, at a loss: "Zhu Huan! You, why are you here? My arrow was stuck in the soil in front of the stone, and it never came over. How could you be shot?"

Zhu Huan's face was blue and purple, and he had trouble breathing. When he saw Jin Lin'er, he held his hand tightly and stared at his undisguised face with wide eyes: "You really are... cough, I... want to die... ..."

Jin Lin'er: "Don't talk nonsense! I'll call someone, you wait, I'll call senior brother over."

Seeing that Jin Lin'er wanted to leave, Zhu Huan suddenly increased his strength and held him tightly.

At this time, Zhu Huan had some signs of bleeding from his seven orifices, two lines of blood tears flowed from his eyes, his throat was clogged with blood, and he couldn't even speak clearly: "I have already called, Demon Hunter, hurry... hurry...no , don't go!"

Jin Lin'er looked at Zhu Huan, who was bleeding from almost his whole body, but couldn't do anything to save him. He could only seize the last moment and ask him, "Who hurt you?"

Zhu Huan let out a series of explosive coughs, and said, "I...dreamed...your face, you really are...a demon!"

How could he dream of my real face?Jin Lin'er couldn't figure it out for a while, so he could only tell the truth: "I am really not a monster. My name is Jin Lin'er, and I am the son of Zhao Shuo, the leader of Jinguang. The Wulin League besieged Qingming Mountain, and my guardian took me from Baihai Qing Ming Shan escaped. My mother, Xue Lingyun, is the daughter of the head of the sect. You have always been stronger than me. Only because the head of the sect is my grandfather can I become a personal disciple. Don’t die! I’ll trade with you, okay? ?”

Zhu Huan's mouth and nose were bleeding, and he knew that there was no possibility of surviving, so he just wanted to get to the bottom of the matter: "You...drink blood!"

Jin Lin'er: "To practice "Golden Phase Divine Art", you need to drink blood. That's why the Golden Light Sect was notorious, and the imperial court sent martial arts to attack Qingming Mountain. Anyone! I have never hurt you, never held grudges against you, let alone hurt you."

"I, I didn't want to... bully you, I..."

The expression on Zhu Huan's face froze instantly, and he looked at Jin Lin'er in disbelief, his gaze gradually changed from pain to terror.

He grabbed Jin Lin'er's hand and shook it violently, as if he wanted to tell him something: "Senior brother, master..." However, he had only the last breath left, and he was unconscious and unable to speak a complete sentence.

Jin Lin'er: "Brother already knew about me, he deliberately misled you to hide it for me. Do you have something to tell him?"

"Brother..." Zhu Huan closed his eyes and died completely.