As a stand-in, he ran away in a vest.

The skin is fair and cold, the face is smooth, the jaw line is clear but not rough, it is as elegant and delicate as snowflakes, when the middle-aged manager looked over, his chin was slightly raised.

His black hair was tied up with a white headband, his eyebrows and eyes were the same as his hair, very thick crow black, but his lips were very thin, so pale that pink could not be seen.

The moment he saw it clearly, the middle-aged steward's heart was relieved, and the next moment his anger increased, but before he had time to do anything, his whole body suddenly felt very cold. When he looked down, he felt severe pain in his neck.

It turned out that his whole body except the head was frozen like that whip.

Biting cold is very satisfied with what he has done.

"Here I am. I do."

"You, you..." In this mine, the middle-aged manager has held the life and death power of these people for too long, so long that he has placed himself in a position higher than others for a long time, and it is difficult to bow his head , You said the words a few times before you regained your senses, pulled a smile uglier than crying, and spoke in a bone-chilling direction.

"I don't know where you came from? Why did you come here without saying a word? I knew that you were here, so I must have prepared good wine and food to entertain you!"

Bitterly cold rolled his eyes.

He was supposed to be beaten, but Wang Dalang, who was stopped by Han Shigu and whipped, was completely at a loss. He turned his head slightly very carefully, trying to see the situation behind him clearly.

Han bitingly noticed Wang Dalang's movements.

This man's hair is still black, so he should be young, but his face is full of aging caused by exhaustion.

"Look at you, you are quite fat. You have eaten so much for nothing and gained so much flesh. Don't you think about the situation?"

Han Tonggu is in a terrible mood today, and he desperately needs a punching bag to vent his dissatisfaction.

"You stay in this mine every day, waving a whip, and beating these people. Do you feel very happy? I think your movements just now are quite smooth." The whip of ice, the ice melted very quickly, and it fell into Han's bone-chilling hands with a "swoosh".

This time, everyone who saw Han’s bone-chilling movements stopped what they were doing, and their eyes, which were originally dull, now emitted a small light, like fireflies, the size of a grain of rice. Hidden in the dark, but stubbornly shining.

"I'm here... for a reason. I picked up a child outside. This child is very miserable. He looks like he came out of hell. After I kindly asked, From the child's mouth, I know that you are here - illegally controlling mortals to mine spirit stone mines for you."

"So now, fat man, how does it feel to be frozen?"

Han Zhigu explained very kindly, not only to the middle-aged steward, but also to other mortals who were looking at him in this channel.

The middle-aged steward's lips were now pale from ice, and the smile that had been pulled from his face gradually disappeared when he heard the words of the white-clothed monk in front of him.The friar in white still had a very faint smile on his face, but instead of being happy, he was indifferent.

"I'm actually not very clear about what Fellow Daoist said, but I can explain to you that these mortals are all mortals under the jurisdiction of our sect, and they are slaves we bought."

"And this spirit stone mine, fellow daoist, don't be maliciously misled by that person. There are things related to the mining of this spirit stone mine. Our sect is registered in the Xianmeng, which is completely reasonable and reasonable. regular."

Xianmeng is a "meng" with big bosses sitting in the town. At the beginning, it was mostly gathered by casual cultivators. It is different from sects. The concept of this entire "meng" operation is "Xiandao is prosperous and full of righteousness". Above, they represent the interests of more monks and the morality in the hearts of monks, and they do all kinds of things.

Although it is no longer considered that "loose cultivators" are the largest proportion of Xianmeng personnel, they will still favor the weaker side to protect their mentality and actions.

Over the years, as it has become a slowly intertwined force, it has also grasped the rights that many small sects need to look up to. Like this kind of "accidental discovery of an unowned Lingshi mine", you need to pay a fee to register with the Xianmeng, and then the sect The door can be mined.

The middle-aged steward looked at Han and stopped, as if he had finally found something to say, and continued to speak loudly to Han's indifferent face: "We belong to the Taihe Sect, fellow Taoist, you must not be deceived by others." Now, those people are lowly mortals with mean temperaments, if they lie to others, that's, that's what they said!"

Beads of sweat were dripping from his white, chubby, steamed bun-like face.

Chi Han looked at him and said without interrupting his words. When he was told to finish these words in one breath, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the ice that had left the head of the middle-aged steward spread to the mouth of the middle-aged steward. , Bing stopped in the middle of the nose.

Han Chigu was dressed in white, and everything on his body was extremely simple. Whether it was the white hair band on his head, clothes, or boots, they were all extremely smooth, without any other decorations. Like the snowflakes fluttering on the snow-capped mountains, it is cold.

"He's finished talking, how about you? Do you have anything to say?"

His brows are dark in color, the whole shape of his eyebrows is as straight as a sword, and the ends of his eyebrows are slightly raised.When he spoke, there was anger in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised as if he was smiling, but this smile did not make people feel happy, but on the contrary, he felt a chill in his heart.

In this passage, there is silence.

Not a single person, sense to speak.

After a cup of tea, someone tentatively looked at the monk in white who suddenly appeared here, but they just looked at it without saying anything.

That Wang Dalang who was rescued by the cold, he turned his head slowly now, turned his body to look at the white-clothed monk who looked like a cold moon, mining in the mine never stopped, during the rest time, the sun fell into the mine Even if he hadn't been whipped by the steward, Wang Dalang was very tired.

Wang Dalang is just a mortal, the only monk he has seen before is the steward who beats people in this cave, but if there are not enough stones dug in the spiritual mine in the basket and called "spirit stones" by the steward, the whip comes up immediately, and there are many others , was beaten to death and dragged out.Looking at the monk in white this time, Wang Dalang felt his heart beating like a drum, ringing in his ears like thunder.

"Fairy..."

Wang Dalang was the first one to speak, he looked at the man's white body, his eyes finally fell on the hem of his lower clothes, he muttered, and then tears fell down.

"Immortal, are you an immortal like them?"

Han stood upright, walked to the side of the person who was speaking, and looked him in the eyes. This happened to be the man he saved from freezing the whip just now. "I'm not a fairy, I'm a monk, but you can rest assured, there is a frozen fat man in front of you, his cultivation is only half a step of golden core, far inferior to me."

In fact, Han Zhigu knew that they couldn't understand what he said about the half-step golden core, but he had to put on a posture to show that his strength was higher than this person who was doing evil and oppressing them. Only when you have the courage to speak up can you have the confidence to speak out the grievances and injustices that happened to you like that child.

The bone-chilling body is good because it can use a cultivation base higher than the main body. If Zhou Jing is still in the foundation-building stage, then it is impossible for the golden core to be bone-chilling, so he just broke in like this.

Now that he has the Golden Core, he can directly display the strength of the Nascent Soul.

Wang Dalang didn't quite understand Han Tegu's explanation, but he understood the last sentence "far inferior to me".

"Really? Immortal, what you said is true?" Once he was the first to talk to the cold-looking Han, he had the courage to follow Wang Dalang's conversation with the monk in white.

"nature."

The bone-chilling attitude greatly encouraged them, and they began to speak word by word in tired voices. They had all heard the conversation between the monk in white and the middle-aged steward just now, so at this time When talking, everyone knows that the other party is on their side, maybe, they are here to save themselves!

"Immortal, save us!"

"He lied, he lied to you, we are not slaves, no! We are good people, and we all live a good life in our own homes."

"Immortal, please, save us!"

"Immortal, save us, they want us to mine, they beat people to death with whips every day, my son, my brother..."

All of a sudden, the cave was filled with murmurs of people struggling, as well as the tears they shed while speaking with the greatest strength when they saw hope.

At this time, Wang Dalang bent over and took a few steps towards the white-clothed monk, with an eager expression on his face: "Immortal, why don't you go quickly, besides this steward under your control, there are many stewards, many more. "

The other people who heard the words suddenly fell silent for a while, with only one pair of eyes looking dimly at the hope that was about to die.

"Immortal, let's go." A crying person echoed in despair.

"More than one? That's pretty good. I'll find a few more of your colleagues to keep you company."

Han Zhigu ignored the words of these mortals in the cave, and instead looked at the fat middle-aged steward talking.

The gray Jiyi vine whip held in his hand, looked at the various dried blood stains on it very coldly, and froze it again, and after being frozen, the whole ice whip suddenly cracked, and the inside His whip was naturally shattered into countless pieces of ice.

"A good Jiyi vine, you trained it for this kind of use, and you don't know how many people were killed."

There are many passages in the mine, this passage is the first one that the child came in after escaping from that place, looking at the dark turning point in the distance, he snorted coldly, his palms were open, and there were snowflakes on his hands, snowflakes It condensed into a small ball, and after about ten seconds, this small ball of snowflakes bloomed, and then floated into other passages along that turning point.

Bitter cold, master, ice, poison.

Now, he was going to sprinkle a snowflake that would charm the other monks in the mine.

The white snowflakes gently and coolly left Han's side.

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