My Senior Is Always Salivating After Me!

"A...uncle?"

Lin Suci heard Lin Zhixi's voice, and almost didn't dare to look at his expression.

This wicked child who was abandoned at birth, perhaps there is only one person in the world who cares about him and treats him well.

But now in front of him, lying in a pool of blood, his whole body was pale without blood, without any signs of life.

"Uncle!!!"

Lin Zhixi, who fell on the ground, was trembling all over. He couldn't even stand still, and his voice was unreal, and he crawled towards the red-stained bluestone slab with hands and feet.

Bai Qingkong followed him and tried his best to support him. At this time, he couldn't say anything and could only accompany Lin Zhixi forward.

Lin Suci held Yan Boshen's hand behind his back, his palm felt cold, and he couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

The person lying in the pool of blood was picked up by Lin Zhixi, the wound piercing his heart with a sword cut his chest cleanly, and the coagulated blood flowed bright red again as Lin Zhixi moved his body .

"Uncle!!!"

Lin Zhixi confirmed several times that the person in her arms was lifeless, and her grief came from it, and she couldn't cry while holding her.

A gust of wind passed through the green bamboo forest, making whimpers like complaints and weeping.

There is no trace of life in this small courtyard abandoned by the world.

Lin Zhixi's crying and Zhu Lin's sobbing became the only voices in the room.

After an unknown period of time, Lin Zhixi gradually calmed down.

The person he held in his arms closed his eyes and could no longer feel his sadness.

Lin Zhixi wanted to pick him up, but his legs were so weak that he trembled, and his foot knocked, almost falling with him.

Bai Qingkong firmly supported him.

Lin Zhixi stared straight, the man taller than Bai Qingkong was extremely weak at this moment, relying on Bai Qingkong's support, he managed to stand still.

Lin Suci bit her lower lip, she couldn't stand her hands, she stepped forward with Wan'er, and gave Lin Zhixi a hand.

There are only two bamboo houses in the small courtyard, facing each other, the door is open, and there is a small stove at the door, and an earthen pottery pot is placed on the stove. Charcoal beeping and beeping.

When Lin Zhixi crossed the threshold, seeing the medicine jar, her eyes were red like blood.

In the humble room, an Arhat bed was placed near the window, and a gossip book was thrown on the bed, with a few pages open, on the pages of the book, the bamboo leaves blown in by the wind along the window were embedded in the in.

Bai Qingkong and Wan'er had more strength, helped Lin Zhixi support the man, put him gently on the bed, fixed the man's appearance, looked at each other, and took two steps back.

Standing behind Bai Qingkong, Lin Suci saw the person whose remains had been sorted out.

Lin Zhixi called him Uncle, but he didn't look like an uncle at all.

However, at the age of thirty, the face with closed eyes has not been tortured before death, and it is as peaceful as if it has fallen into a deep sleep.The soft facial features do not have any edges and corners, if you don't look at his blood-stained clothes, he looks like a teacher in a private school.

Lin Zhixi bent her knees and knelt in front of the man's bed.

After a while, he curled up into a ball in pain, screaming like a trapped animal.

The tall and handsome man was vulnerable at this moment, his shoulders shrugged and trembled.

Lin Suci tugged at Yan Boshen's sleeve, and retreated quietly.

Wan'er, who followed them closely, also came out, but Bai Qingkong's sleeve was pressed by Lin Zhixi, he didn't dare to disturb Lin Zhixi, so he didn't come out together.

In the small courtyard filled with the fragrance of medicine, bloodstains were mottled.

Wan'er pursed her lips, went to the corner and found a broom, used a water jet to wash and clean the yard.

This is a plot that Lin Suci doesn't even know about.He stood in the freshly washed yard, but the tip of his nose had the same bloody smell as when he just arrived. He stared at the bright water beach on the ground where shadows could be reflected, feeling dazed.

"Let's go." It was Yan Boshen who broke the deadlock of silence first.

He held Lin Suci's hand, and raised his hand to call for Feijian.

"Let's go now?" Lin Suci hesitated, "But Lin Zhixi his uncle..."

"It has nothing to do with us."

Yan Baishen interrupted him lightly.

"At every moment of every day, people who die are more than just visible. Vendetta [suicide] or accidents are things that people around them should worry about."

What Yan Boshen said was a little cold and heartless.

But it is also the most typical attitude in the cultivation world.

Lin Suci also knew that there must be a complicated story behind this uncle of the Lin family, who seemed to be indifferent to the world, would be pierced in the chest by such a sharp sword.

"Can you tell, his cultivation?"

This him, of course, refers to Lin Zhixi's uncle.

Upon hearing this, Lin Suci shook her head honestly: "I can't tell."

From his point of view, it is possible to say that uncle is just an ordinary person.

After all, from his body, there is no aura of a strong man.death, and did not cause trouble to the surroundings.

"It's Jindan."

Yan Baishen revealed the answer lightly: "A person who can kill a Jindan cultivator with a single sword must be above Nascent Soul."

Foundation building is the first hurdle to get started, and integration is the test of the monk's path of cultivation.To be more strict, anyone below fusion can be regarded as a low-level monk.Jindan can be regarded as a middle-level monk; Yuanying has already stepped into the gate of high-level.

No matter how strong a Golden Core cultivator is, it is difficult to deal with a Nascent Soul cultivator.The crushing of congenital strength will make Jindan monks breathless.

For so many years, only a few sword masters have been able to create the myth of counterattack.

Lin Suci's complexion changed slightly.

A Nascent Soul cultivator, to them, is no different from a god crushed by one hand.

"When he came, he had held his breath not long ago, his vitality had just dissipated, and he hadn't been dead for long." Yan Boshen explained, "The murderer hasn't gone far."

If they shot back at this time, the people in their yard would all become dumpling fillings.

Lin Suci immediately understood the importance of the matter.

He immediately said: "Then let's go now."

He turned around and stepped over the threshold. Just when he went in to call Bai Qingkong and Lin Zhixi, there was a strong wind outside the yard, and the bamboo forest was bent over by a hurricane, and many bamboos as thick as arms snapped and snapped.

"……That's too late."

Yan Bai whispered deeply.

Lin Suci paused.

Outside the courtyard, the bamboo grove full of formations had been destroyed and scattered. Dozens of swords flew out of it, and monks with anxious faces fell into the courtyard still full of water stains.

"Sixth brother!"

"Mr. Zuo!"

The monks who landed shouted their titles one after another, and their expressions changed suddenly when they saw Yan Boshen, Lin Suci and Wan'er in the courtyard.

"How could an outsider break into this place? Could it be that what he said is true, Mr. Zuo was indeed killed?"

A woman in a blue skirt frowned and murmured.

"Who cares! Now he appears at Brother Six's house. Brother Six has no spiritual energy at all. It must have something to do with them!"

An impatient man pulled out his sword with a bang, pointed at Yan Boshen, his eyes were wary: "Where is Sixth Brother?"

Wan'er calculated the cultivation of these people, and quietly squatted in the corner with her head in her arms.

Lin Suci moved towards Yan Boshen, and pointed behind him in a friendly manner: "If the sixth brother you are talking about is that one... it's inside."

More than a dozen people rushed in, more than half of them.There were also a few slow-footed ones who cautiously scattered in the yard, interrupting Lin Suci's way out.

As they rushed in, a sharp scream rang out.

After a short and long silence, there was a continuous series of crying and shouting.

The people inside were crying to death.

When the outsiders heard this crying, they didn't know anything, and they all drew their swords, their eyes were burning red.

Yan Boshen gently pushed Lin Suci behind him.

"Who are you? You did it to Mr. Zuo?" One of them stared at Lin Suci and asked sharply.

Lin Suci shook her hand, with an innocent face: "It's not us. We were invited to look for the gentleman inside, but when we first came, we saw that he had already..."

"Don't worry," an elder grabbed the man, "You forgot, Mr. Zuo was killed by the big devil."

Feast?

Lin Suci gasped.

Why is that big devil here?

Before the people outside could break it down clearly, there was a clear, loud and hard slap from inside.

"Bastard! You evil! It's all because of you! Sixth brother will give up his life in vain! Why didn't you die! Why didn't you!!!"

Lin Suci's heart skipped a beat.

This slap, this vicious curse was obviously aimed at Lin Zhixi.

After a while, Lin Zhixi's hoarse voice came from inside: "I also hope...it's me who died."

"Didn't he love you the most? After he's gone, how can you stay in this world? Zhixi, you have stolen it all these years. Now, if you don't want to go back, go down and accompany Mr. Zuo. It's all right." He has taken good care of you for so many years."

A man's voice spoke persuasively.

Persuading Lin Zhixi... to go and be buried with someone else.

Lin Suci couldn't bear to listen anymore.

"Shut up! You are all so sad, why don't you go and accompany him yourself!"

The one who jumped out before him was Bai Qingkong who stayed inside to accompany Lin Zhixi.

Even the boy's voice was clear and clear, but at this moment, it was filled with anger.

There was a clanging sound from inside, and the next moment, Bai Qingkong's body flew out and smashed hard on a millstone in the yard.

The young man's face turned pale from the pain, and he got up, grinning his teeth while covering his waist.

A figure followed and rushed out.

Lin Zhixi was even more embarrassed than Bai Qingkong. Before he came in, the clothes he specially arranged were stained with blood and torn. There was a clear five-fingerprint on his pale face, which had swelled up in a short period of time, with red threads and blood on the corner of his mouth.

Lin Zhixi's eyes, which were vaguely covered by broken hair, were bottomless and deep.

Followed by the monk who rushed in, they all came out again.

At first glance, they were all red and swollen eyes from crying, and their expressions were sad. Some even looked at Lin Zhixi and others, full of empathic hatred.

"A sword in the chest directly broke the heart of Sixth Brother and shattered the golden core."

A man came out and spoke hoarsely to the people outside.

People outside knew what was going on inside, and even though they were mentally prepared, they couldn't hold back and shed tears.

"Forget it, Brother Six loved him the most during his lifetime. At this time, don't embarrass him in front of Brother Six."

A tired woman sighed: "There are still these children, ask them clearly, and let them go if there is nothing wrong."

"This is a mortal who has not yet started. He has the aura of a child demon, but he is pure. This kid is a foundation builder, and that woman is a fusion. Both of them are of low class. This matter must have nothing to do with them."

The man with the sword swept across them, and finally, his eyes fell on Yan Boshen who was wearing a black hood: "As for this... I can't see it."

"Can't see?" Someone changed his expression, "Above Jindan?"

Yan Boshen let them scrutinize him, held Lin Suci's hand tightly, and whispered, "Is it cold?"

Lin Suci's palm was cold.In other words, he is cold at the moment.

There are reasons why the big devil Yanran is nearby, and there are also some reasons of his own.

"Fortunately..." Lin Suci thought for a while, then whispered, "How do we go?"

Yan Boshen didn't care about the people around him at all. When Lin Suci asked, he replied, "Leave directly."

He held Lin Suci in one hand and the sword in the other, with an indifference that never put these people in his eyes.

Among those people, someone took out a magic weapon: "Whoever it is, use a goldfish to probe first. It's not really a feast."

The palm-sized small goldfish that was taken out swam directly opposite Yan Boshen, and immediately turned red all over, and its tail swayed wildly.

"Not good! He is Yan Ran! He is Yan Ran!"

The monk was not paying attention, the moment the little goldfish turned red, his eyes were staring, his face changed suddenly, and he exclaimed loudly.

"What?!" Everyone was shocked.

But when their eyes fell on the little goldfish, the suspicion in their eyes was dispelled, turned into panic and alertness, and they drew their swords one after another.

"This is specially made by Uncle Dun. It is a goldfish that tests the aura of Yan Ran. The goldfish is moving. This guy who hides his head and reveals his tail in front of him must be Yan Ran!"

"Ah?" Lin Suci was a little dazed by this incident, "What are they talking about?"

Yan Bai held his hand deeply and slightly tightened it.

"Wait, that person has no cultivation, just a mortal!" A female cultivator shouted anxiously.

"Don't hurt the innocent, save him from the demon king Yanran!"

There were more than a dozen monks in the yard, as if facing a formidable enemy, even Lin Zhixi raised his eyes and stared at Yan Boshen in astonishment.

Lin Suci turned her dizzy head, and looked sideways at Yan Boshen.

"Bai Shen?"

Why did they all call that familiar name to Yan Boshen?

"It was he who killed Mr. Zuo! It was him! The big devil feasted!"

The broken and crying female cultivator gritted her teeth, and her body turned into a bow and arrow, and struck straight at Yan Baishen!

At the same time, a whip wrapped around Lin Suci's waist, pulled him hard, pulled him out, and fell straight onto a flying sword.

"Take away the mortals! Go back to the Lin family for help!"

"Bai Shen!!!"

Lin Suci's hand was suddenly thrown away forcefully, and in just a short moment, he moved away from Yan Boshen's side.He lay on the unfamiliar flying sword, stretched out his hand in horror and shouted.

And in the courtyard not far away, a dozen or so people turned into sword shadows and rushed towards Yan Boshen's position. The sharp sword lights completely submerged Yan Boshen's figure.