Cannon fodder who wears books is a goblin

Lin Cen didn't know what He Run was thinking, and he didn't care.

Anyway, as long as he doesn't want to, let alone whether those people can notice him, even if he is photographed, he can also act out supernatural events for people.

It wasn't Lin Cen's impulse to kill Qi Shaoyang.

Ever since he knew that the president who crushed him to death as a stepping stone to the film king looked exactly the same as the Taoist priest who almost burned him to death, it was destined that he would not let Qi Shaoyang go.

The real fire of a Taoist priest is a firework that burns the soul.

His inner demons and hatred swept up from the tongue of flames, trying to crush him inch by inch into flying ash. When he was tossed and tortured in the boundless spiritual flame, it was already engraved into his soul.

From that moment on.

He and the Taoist are just immortal.

In this world without Taoist priests, if Qi Shaoyang, who is comparable to the incarnation of Taoist priests, can be solved, he can do the same!

As the saying goes, the moon is dark and the wind is high to kill the night.

Lin Cen bit his fingers and squatted on the tree with the densest branches and leaves in the courtyard of Qi Shaoyang's villa.

The Qi family is not peaceful. The power in Qi Shaoyang's hands was taken directly by Qi Shaoyang through Mr. Qi after Qi's father wanted to distribute the power to his illegitimate son.

In other words, Father Qi, who was supposed to be the head of the family, was taken over by Qi Shaoyang and taken over.

There is father Qi waiting for an opportunity to seize power inside, and an illegitimate son outside is watching.

The chair under Qi Shaoyang's buttocks was not secure.

His whereabouts have always been kept secret, as far as Lin Cen perceives, there are twenty or thirty bodyguards hidden around the villa.

Wow, so scared of death.

Under such strict defense, Qi Shaoyang turned into a corpse.

That was great fun.

Lin Cen almost counted the seconds and waited for the time to pass.

When the first ray of darkness enveloped the sky, Lin Cen's eyes lit up, and like a wind, he floated in through the half-closed window of Qi Shaoyang's bedroom.

He decided to let Qi Shaoyang die to understand.

It's best to be so scared that the shit is crying and begging him to let him go.

Lin Cen stood beside Qi Shaoyang's bed.

In all fairness, Qi Shaoyang's appearance is the best-looking among humans he has ever seen, much better-looking than many monsters who look good and pinch when they transform.

If it wasn't for deep hatred, he really didn't want this handsome face to turn into a dead face.

Lin Cen squatted on Qi Shaoyang's bedside with his face in his hands, stretched out a hand and gently poked his face.

The president in his sleep looked calm, and he only tilted his head slightly when Qing Meng was disturbed.

Lin Cen increased his strength with a blank face, and an obvious mark was sunken on the president's smooth cheek.

But suddenly, a light golden light curtain emerged from the place where Lin Cen's fingertips touched Qi Shaoyang, and then spread, dividing the whole room into two halves, completely separating Lin Cen and Qi Shaoyang.

"Who?!"

The old voice sighed faintly, and then an old man in a white Tang suit appeared beside Lin Cen.

"Young people, you have to forgive others and forgive others. Indulging in demons is of no benefit to oneself."

Lin Cen turned a deaf ear, and took a picture in the direction of Qi Shaoyang. After being eliminated by the light curtain, his fingertips moved suddenly, and struck towards Qi Shaoyang's neck.

"The strings on the pipa made of jade from Minshan Mountain are good things."

Lin Cen was startled and quickly backed away.

There is a silver light shining between the old man's index finger and thumb, but if you look closely, it is an extremely thin string.

"Old man, mind your own business, as long as I kill him, I will have no demons."

"Take the strings back. The strings that have been with you for thousands of years will not be complete if you lose them."

The strings floated in the air and came to Lin Cen.

Lin Cen pursed his lips, but did not move.

"Don't worry, it's for your own good that I stop you now." The old man sat down beside Qi Shaoyang, and pointed to Qi Shaoyang who was sleeping like a dead pig.

"You want to kill him because he looks exactly like the man who killed you?"

The old man's voice was soft, but in this silent night, it struck Lin Cen's ears like thunder.

He sneered, "If the old man doesn't cultivate himself, he will talk nonsense."

The old man looked at him meaningfully.

"You're in a hurry."

"Fart! You protect him today, I can't kill him, but as long as I live for a day, sooner or later I will tear him to pieces!"

"Then this world collapsed, and you were gone too. You wanted to kill him to get rid of the demons in your heart, but you didn't even have your life, so what else would you use to practice? Besides, he just looks alike, if you If you don’t like it, just let him go to the whole thing, and you have to take such an extreme path.”

Lin Cen's face was a little stiff.

The old man looked at him and continued to speak with a smile, "Every world has its core power of operation, and this world is made up of the protagonists in the two stories, who died when they shouldn't have died, and have not yet found independence. The world of the power of movement will disappear. Even if you are lucky enough to survive, the karma of the whole world will be on you, can you afford it?"

Lin Cen stopped talking.

He just stared at the old man.

"who are you?"

"In ancient times, there were immortals who drew mountains and rivers in the world. The moment the pen was written, there was one more world in the three thousand worlds." The old man stood up, slightly bending his back, but Lin Cen did not dare to underestimate him, "Before you die, is I pulled you in to save you, let you recuperate, the world is fake, people are fake, but you are real, the law is real. I saved you, but you want to destroy me, demon Cunning, but you are upright, do you want to do this kind of revenge?"

The old man waved away the pale golden light curtain that filled half the room.

"If you want to kill him, you can do it now, and this old man will never stop him."

Lin Cen twitched the corner of his mouth.

"I don't want to die yet."

"In this way, the old man will take his leave first."

As he spoke, the figure of the old man faded away, but Lin Cen stood there for a long time without any expression.

For a long time, Lin Cen stood beside Qi Shaoyang's bed, bent down and pinched his face viciously.

The moment he turned around to leave, he didn't see the person on the bed opened his eyes, and his eyes were clear.

He grabbed Lin Cen's hand.