Become a leader for three hours a day

Assassination has always only required one hit. Obviously, the assassination had failed when the young man was stopped, and the rest of the failed retreats were all caught. When Lan Tian was in front of him, he was already seriously injured.

Qi Yao has also returned, holding a pheasant in his hand, standing casually on the top of a tree, looking at the man in black below.

"Young Master." The members of the Shenhuang Cult half-kneeled in front of Lan Tian, ​​asking for a decision.

Qi Yao stood on the top of the tree, lowered his head to see where Lan Tian was.

The loose clothes draped over the shoulders have already been tidied up, not even a single crease can be found, the loosely tied hair has been tied up again, and the lines of the face have become much tougher .

There was a trace of lifelessness and disgust in Lantian's eyes, and his cold eyes looked straight at the people who were kneeling or lying on the ground, and directly accepted the look of hatred they cast.

"Evil sect monsters, everyone can get them and punish them. Now that I am defeated, sooner or later you will be defeated too!"

Lan Tian's back was straight and his expression was cold. When he heard the other party's words, there was a trace of struggle in his eyes. Naturally, the man kneeling on the ground would not let Lan Tian let go of this exposed struggle. cowardice.

"Like you, sooner or later you will be killed by righteous people, and everyone in the Demon Cult will be punished!" The man seemed to find that he could attack the psychological defense of the person in front of him, and he was even more respectful.

Lan Tian looked at the seriously injured man kneeling in front of him, but he seemed not at all timid, with complicated thoughts.

——Can’t you be tougher?It's obviously the same person, why are you so sticky.

The messy handwriting flashed in front of my eyes. On that paper, another person in my body wrote the words with ugly brushwork, with a feeling of gnashing teeth, but...

His request has never failed once.

Why can he do the other thing without hesitation when he has been unable to do it all the time? Are there actually many things that don't require hesitation?

just like him...

Be tough...

"You..." Lan Tian felt his heart trembling. It is not so easy to take the first step in something that he has never done before. Simply, just like another self, "Which side are you from?"

"You thought I would..."

The long sword went straight into the man's chest. Under the lingering sunlight, the icy sharp sword exuded a chill, passing straight through the man's chest, but it was not stained with a single drop of blood.

The man's pupils were still shining with disbelief, and before Lan Tian's eyes, the pupils gradually enlarged, and the sound disappeared.

"Father..." Another woman on the side suddenly called out. With a twist of the sword in Lan Tian's hand, the few remaining survivors all disappeared. Everyone's wounds were covered with a layer of ice cold, which hardly flowed out. A drop of blood, clean as if asleep.

"I don't need to know who you are." Lan Tian lowered his eyes and put down the sword in his hand.

Yuting stood aside, she was the closest to Lantian, and she could see the cold sword with a slight blue light——Hanlong.

After all, Hanlong was the master chosen by him, and he was used to seeing his cowardly appearance but forgot that he was actually the one chosen by the holy relic of the Demon Cult.

But for some reason, she seemed to be able to feel the mournful cry of the cold dragon who was close at hand. The sword body was crying, and compared to the sharp sword light, the sound was more like crying.

Lan Tian held the sword in his hand, only he knew that he was trembling, everything around him could not enter his space, it was not fear, but excitement, he never resisted, thinking that only obedience would be recognized, for the first time today Feeling the pain of letting yourself go is so... pleasurable.

You don't need to be depressed, you just need to indulge. Han Long also chose him as the master, and he can do things that he didn't dare to do before.

No one dares to resist, because he is the young leader of the God Emperor Sect, the future master of the God Emperor Sect, he will sit in the highest position and control everyone's life.

Yeah?is that so?The other him, if he knew what he did today, would he praise him?

Standing on the top of the tree, Qi Yao had a panoramic view of all the emotions in Lan Tian's eyes, and naturally he did not miss the bloodthirsty look in Lan Tian's eyes. Qi Yao frowned slightly, his eyes flickered, and just as he was about to go down, a sentence flashed in his ear .

When the boy turned his head to the side and looked at him, there was a slight threat and a seductive color.

——Don’t bully me.

Qi Yao just stopped when he was about to move forward, seeing Lan Tian turning around with a dazed expression, he couldn't let go of his brows no matter what.

Seeing Qi Yao, Lan Ting stepped forward and bowed slightly: "Fourth hall master."

"Let's go." Qi Yao glanced at the lifeless pheasant under the tree, the corpse on the ground was just like the pheasant not being valued by anyone.

A group of mighty people set off again, no one had any strange looks, except for the person in the sedan chair.

Lan Tian looked at his palm, this hand just used the cold dragon to kill other people's life for the first time, the feeling of life flowing freely in his hand made him so excited, it turns out that the feeling of controlling people in his hands is exactly the same Fascinating.

He wanted to find pen and ink, find paper, and tell his other self about it. He did it, he did what he had never dared to do, like him!

However, when everything was ready, he didn't know how to write, and an inexplicable panic came from his chest, telling him that he couldn't write, and he couldn't let him know.

But why, Lan Tian didn't understand, but he also didn't want to ruin things because of his impulse, so the pen was put down.

He can't do better now, when he can do better, he will be able to tell the other party in a tougher tone in front of his other self that he can do it!

The whole team's itinerary was unusually quiet compared to before. The small red lantern at the front was the only light of the whole team, like a dark soldier seeing off under the night.

Qi Yao, who was on the horse, remained silent the whole time, his eyes gleaming coldly under the dark night that had already lifted the curtain.

Lan Tian suddenly woke up from his sleep, with a soft bed under him, and entered the lounge in Lan Jiangshe's office.

Beside him, a tall man lay on his side with his eyes closed, with one hand on his waist, in a natural protective posture.

Lan Tian could feel the cold sweat on his body, and his mind was in a trance. He touched his cheek, and it was dry, without any red blood.

He stretched out his hands and grabbed the white shirt in front of him, and buried himself in his father's arms.