Before the ending, Bai Yueguang is back [Quick Transmigration]

Although the group of decent monks didn't know who stood in front of Jing Que, they were dissatisfied when they heard the meaning of the young man's words.

"I don't know who you are? Bai Guangzong was bloodbathed overnight, and everyone in the sect, big and small, died tragically. With your Flying Star Sect mark as evidence, what else can you say?" A young man walked out of the crowd and said so.

The decent monk's eyes and posture were a bit aggressive. Lin Shang, who had never quarreled with others, was taken aback for a moment.

He only thought of protecting Jingque, but didn't think of the reason.

But he believed in Jing Que, men never bothered to do such things.

He gritted his teeth, his blue eyes determined. "If...if it was really the Flying Star Cult's work, why leave a mark for you to find..."

"This is clearly... clearly a frame-up!" Lin Shang retorted, his soft voice trembling.

He doesn't understand good and evil, let alone sectarian symbols, he only believes in one person, if someone wants to say what Jing Que did, he doesn't believe it.

Jing Que, who adjusted his breath a little behind him, felt the warm flow in his body before exhaling a mouthful of stale air.

He reached out and grabbed the boy's wrist.

"Don't argue with them, just trust me."

Although he Jingque is the leader of the Demon Sect, he will not destroy other sects for no reason.

What's more, he has never heard of Bai Guangzong.He doesn't care about the small sect.

"You said this just to protect the devil behind you!" the young man said, pointing his sword at the young man.

Jing Que's eyes turned cold, and the sharp qi hit the sword-wielding cultivator's mouth. The young man only felt a shock from the tiger's mouth, and unconsciously let go of his hand, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"You!" The monk glared.

"You shouldn't be pointing your sword at him." Jing Que said, his brows and eyes were a little careless, and there was some blood at the corner of his mouth, which made him look more evil and charming.

The young man lost face between good and evil, and looked at the innocent boy with hatred.

Lin Shang pursed his lips and looked away.

He couldn't get along with these decent people.Naturally, he didn't care about the other party's attitude towards him.

Before the group of decent monks could say anything more, the members of the Flying Star Cult suddenly rushed over, but unexpectedly, they threw down a few stone-like objects, and suddenly a cloud of smoke appeared in front of them, blocking their sight .

"Not good! They want to escape!"

Jing Que was seriously injured, so naturally he couldn't continue spending time with them.All members of the Flying Star Cult have this small ball on their bodies, which is used for escape.

They are not as pedantic and stubborn as the decent ones.How can there be so much attention.

The door of Feixing Sect was closed tightly, and Jing Que sat cross-legged on the bed, quietly adjusting his breath.

Lin Shang held a small white porcelain bottle in his hand, and stood at the door, not daring to disturb it.

This is the elixir he begged from the ghost doctor in the teaching. It is said that just one pill can heal the injury without leaving the root of the disease.

The Flying Star Sect is in the path of magic, and it is difficult to find a few good doctors on weekdays.Not to mention those high-minded and arrogant genius doctors.

Lin Shang stood outside the door for a while before he heard Jing Que's voice.

"Just come in, are you punishing me for standing at the door?" Jing Que's voice was full of laughter.

Lin Shang hurriedly opened the door and went in, and saw the man sitting loosely on the bed, he seemed to be much better after adjusting his breath, but his thin lips were still a little pale.

The young man in black hurriedly uncorked the porcelain bottle in his hand.

Jing Que lowered his eyes, and a pitch-black elixir rolled out of the porcelain bottle, with a herbal smell. Just by smelling it, one could know how bitter the elixir was.

The elixir was in the boy's palm, the black elixir and the boy's white and tender palm had two different impacts.

Lin Shang handed the elixir to Jing Que, and the elixir was firmly in his palm.

The young man thought that Jing Que would pick it up, but he saw the man lowered his head, and his lips touched his palm, like a feather fluttering, gently itching.

Lin Shang quickly withdrew his hand, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were a little helpless.

"You... how did you..."

He faltered and said a few words, met Shang Jingque's eyes, but turned his head and pursed his lips.

Swallowing the bitter pill, Jing Que frowned.

"What's the matter?" Although he was frightened by Jing Que's actions just now, seeing him frowning, he thought the man was uncomfortable, Lin Shang asked hastily.

There was an intoxicating blush on the young man's fair face, and his amber eyes were as clean and clear as glass beads that were constantly being washed away in the stream.

Lin Shang often frowns, melancholy, worried, nervous, these emotions seem to be caused by him.

Jing Que raised his hand, and stroked the young man's eyebrows with his fingertips.

Since the death of master, that is, father, no one has ever worried about him so much.

At that time, the playful rescuer rescued him, and the young man frowned for him.

"It's so bitter." He said in a low voice, a little aggrieved.

The boy got up quickly. "I'll get you candied fruit."

He was negligent, he thought that if he just swallowed it, there shouldn't be too much taste left in his mouth, but he didn't expect the ghost doctor's medicine to be so bitter.

Before Jing Que could take back the hand that stroked the boy's brow, the boy ran out in a hurry.

The fingertips moved slightly, but Jing Que smiled.

[I feel like I'm going to HE. ] 179 said, a little excited.

The boy who was looking for candied fruit in the jar nodded earnestly while searching.

Although Jing Que left him alone at the wedding banquet at that time, but after getting along with each other, it seems that there is no difference from before.

It seems that this ending is only a matter of time.

As long as there are no accidents in the middle, Lin Shang should not miss this task.

The Flying Star Sect didn't have these candied fruit originally, but since the boy came back, Jing Que would bring back some rare things from time to time.

After wrapping the dark red plums wrapped in sugar, Lin Shang returned to the room.

Jing Que was full of smiles, obviously waiting for him, seeing that he was holding a ball in his hand, he knew that the young man had come with candied fruit.

The thin lips parted slightly, waiting for the boy to feed him.

Lin Shang pursed his lips and unfolded the paper, revealing the plums inside.

A big sweet and sour plum has lost its moisture, and the sour and astringent flesh is wrapped around the plum core.

The young man is timid, and Jing Que's idea of ​​being fed is ruthlessly shattered.

But he didn't feel angry, and leaned lazily against the bed, with a smile in his eyes.

He held a plum with his fingertips and stuffed it into Lin Shang's mouth when he was unprepared.

The sweet and sour taste filled his mouth at once, Lin Shangpo was puzzled, and noticed that the fingertips of the other party seemed to be still lingering on his lips, so he quickly took a few steps back.

Jing Que smiled and said, "You were not so timid just now."

Lin Shang knew what Jing Que said, and his face suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"I... I just heard them say you... I didn't think too much..." The young man's eyes showed worry and fear.

He did hear the believers say that Jingque was surrounded by those monks, and the situation was not good, so he hurriedly followed without thinking.

It's kind of funny to mention it now.

Jing Que didn't think it was funny, he took the boy's wrist, and with only a little force, he pulled the slender Lin Shang into his arms.

"Don't do this again." He whispered.

The boy nodded: "Yeah."

179 felt very relieved, and felt that this mission was carried out quickly and warmly.

Although Jing Que was not responsible for Bai Guangzong's bloodbath, Jing Que would not agree if he put a pot on him for no reason.

The murderer seemed to want to make the Flying Star Sect bear such a crime, and the techniques and marks left were the same as those of the Flying Star Sect.

If he hadn't investigated the people in the church, it would not be surprising that the group of decent people would stop him based on the surface.

The mark can still be explained, after all, Feixing teaches the mark to be ostentatious, and it is not difficult for people who have seen it to draw it.

As for the fatal injuries, Bai Guangzong suffered internal injuries, only the Flying Star Sect Taiyin Demon Claw could cause such wounds.

Who is the other party?And what grievances and grievances do you have with him from the Flying Star Sect?Need these hundreds of human lives to create this kind of killing?

Jing Que was busy with Bai Guangzong's affairs and didn't care about other things, so he sent someone to follow the boy.

If the teenager is holding back panic in the classroom, he can go out.

Although the juvenile Luding has a special physique, not many people have seen the juvenile after all.There are dark believers protecting the dark place, so Jing Que is relieved.

The young man in the black brocade robe has an exquisite and beautiful appearance, his skin is as fair as jade, and his expression looks a little innocent and ignorant, like a noble young master who has been pampered at home for a long time and finally went out.

The black robe on her body didn't express the dullness of the color, but against the fair skin, it looked even more gorgeous.

He frowned, and when he saw the strange thing, he turned his head and said to the man beside him.

The man was ordinary in appearance, wearing a simple gray robe with a sword on his waist, he seemed to be just a guard.But who knows, this guard is the capable man next to Jing Que, code-named Thirteen.

Ordinary people are too far away from cultivating true magic, let alone such things as furnace cultivation.They are only the young masters of a wealthy family.

Lin Shang didn't plan to stay for too long, and was about to leave with the packaged dragon beard crisps in his hand.

It's just that the sky is overcast, which seems to be a sign of rain.

Thirteen never thought that protecting a boy requires an umbrella. He is physically strong, but the boy is the opposite.

After a while, the raindrops as big as beans fell down.The two quickly found a roof to shelter from the rain.

The pedestrians outside were even more hurried, with their hands covering their heads and walking towards the house.

The raindrops fell on the ground, sparking splashes, with hazy rain and mist.All the street vendors and pedestrians have gone home, only Shisan and the boy sighed at each other under the eaves.

When the rain stopped, Thirteen and the boy walked towards the direction of Flying Star Sect.

The two of them didn't look back, and they never saw a person standing on the corner of the blue eaves when the rain curtain dispersed.

Dressed in white, his expression was indifferent.

Obviously, the clothes should be soaked by the rain, but there seems to be some invisible force to isolate the rain, forming an invisible barrier, and the body is clean and tidy.

When He Yugang found the man, he saw the man staring at one place with heavy eyes.

"What is Master looking for?" He Yu asked.

He looked in the direction the man was looking at and frowned.

"Master, over there is the territory of the Flying Star Sect, but what's wrong?"

The man who was treated respectfully by He Yu had clear eyes.

"nothing."

He Yu couldn't figure out why the man in front of him was supposed to be at the peak of swordsmanship, so why bother to practice the ruthless way.

A man as handsome as a fairy is like a thousand-year-old ice that will not melt.

The author has something to say: going to work soon!

Are the milk tea, hot pot, barbecue and cake shops open... Hehehe

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179: (excited) I feel like I'm going to HE!

Shen Weichen: I'm here.

179: ?

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.感谢在2020-02-2816:03:18~2020-02-2919:14:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: Lemon is cute or not;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Lemon Meng Bu Meng; 5 bottles of Qiao Yuchen, Yan Guo Plucking, and Zhao Xiaoqi; 4 bottles of Tianzaishui; 1 bottle of Chiyu Siguyuan;