Cannon fodder, Shizun, he doesn't want to [pass through the book]

Xie Mian's learning ability is very strong, he can comprehend it once taught, not only can comprehend it, but also draw inferences from one instance to another. In terms of cultivation, the original owner brought Xie Mian to the way of cultivation without much effort.

After Xie Mian was able to practice, the original owner began to teach literacy, and recorded all the books in the jade slips, so that Xie Mian could see the books in the sea of ​​consciousness through the jade slips...

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On the fifth night when Xie Mian started to learn how to read, Jiang Huaiyu noticed that he was wiping the knife with a handkerchief. When the original owner came to teach him how to read, he put away the knife again.

Under the bright light, the tip of the knife flashed a little cold light.

When Jiang Huaiyu saw Xie Mian put away the knife and obediently asked what he learned today, his eyelids twitched, and he felt three danger words floating on the original owner's head.

The original owner didn't seem to notice Xie Mian's malice, just like during the day, he opened the book, compared the contents entered in the jade slips, and taught Xie Mian how to read.

Xie Mian smiled and listened to the original master's words.

The original owner was thinking about it, his eyelids gradually became heavy, and he fell down on the table with a "dong--", Xie Mian heard the sound of him falling on the table, raised his hand and pushed him.

"what happened to you?"

Xie Mian was rather worried and said, "Miss A? Say something."

The original owner remained motionless.

Xie Mian heard that he hadn't moved, pursed her lips, and slowly revealed a nasty smile.The sharp blade slipped from his sleeve to his fingertips. Xie Mian picked up the sharp blade and walked up and down the original owner's neck, finding the artery accurately.

"Although I am very grateful to you for teaching me, but...you have to die. Who told you that I can come back from the dead?"

Jiang Huaiyu's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately made a formula to wake up the original owner.As soon as he made the formula, Jiang Huaiyu thought again that this is the past memory of the original owner. He cannot wake up the original owner by performing the formula. He is just a bystander watching the past memory of the original owner.

He was thinking that he was a bystander when a cold light flashed across the wall.

Xie Mian clenched the sharp blade tightly and stabbed the original owner's neck with a knife. Blood spurted out from the blood vessel, hot and splashed on Xie Mian's face.

Letting go of the sharp blade, Xie Mian pursed his lips tightly. After a moment of pursing, he laughed.Blood dripped down his face, splashing a flower on the table.

"You said you would protect me, but I think you can only really protect me if you die."

"You don't blame me, do you?"

Xie Mian's face was extremely cold under the bright light. He took out the handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped the blood off his face slowly, then blew out the lights in the room, and left the room by memory.

From the very beginning, Xie Mian never believed in the original owner, there was no dragon clan on Kowloon Island that would help him.

Xie Mian has a deep understanding of what the Dragon Clan is.

Instead of being held in secret and waiting until the trust is harvested and used to the fullest value, it is better to preempt the dragon and kill her.

Looking at this scene, Jiang Huaiyu's palms felt cold. He could understand Xie Mian's actions, but...

Jiang Huaiyu looked out the window, he saw Xie Mian standing not far away after leaving the room, pinching a fire between his fingers.

The fire technique, the basic technique given to him by the former bishop.

What is Xie Mian trying to do?

Could it be that he wants to... destroy the corpse?

Just as Jiang Huaiyu thought about destroying the corpse, the flames from Xie Mian's fingertips had already landed outside the room. In an instant, a raging fire ignited and thick smoke billowed.

Jiang Huaiyu was a bystander and was not affected by the fire. He could even see the clothes on the original owner's body in the fire, ignited, and the fire climbed all the way to the original owner's shoulders.

Jiang Huaiyu couldn't bear to look away, this feeling of helplessly watching the original owner being burned, but being powerless, was extremely bad.

The original owner did nothing wrong and did not deserve this.

But he can't blame Xie Mian for going too far, the original owner really came too strangely, no trace was found, and he also grasped Xie Mian's secret.

If he were Xie Mian, he might...do this kind of thing under the crisis-ridden situation of Kowloon Island.

Xie Mian stood outside the room, and he waited until the fire engulfed the room and burned the entire deserted courtyard together before the smile disappeared from his face.

The pitch-black ashes flew into the air from the fire, Xie Mian seemed to feel the ashes falling on his face, he slowly raised his head, letting the ashes splash on his face, his red pupils were hollow.

The original owner had healed him for several days, but he still couldn't see, although he no longer had burning pain every night.

Turning around and preparing to leave, Xie Mian suddenly heard a violent cough coming from the raging fire.

He realized that the original owner might have a life-saving magic weapon and was not killed by him.

Xie Mian's face was gloomy, she turned around and left, and stood still in place without taking two steps.

He stood for a while, turned his head abruptly, and rushed into the fire.

Jiang Huaiyu was thinking about whether the original owner would die, but saw Xie Mian stumbling in from the door. He groped his way to the desk and helped the original owner who was coughing from a distance.

Amidst the raging fire, the beams of the house collapsed.

Xie Mian supported the original owner and left the room.

After leaving the room, Jiang Huaiyu saw that Xie Mian pulled out the sharp knife, bit his finger, and gave the original owner a drop of blood.

After he gave the original owner a drop of his heart and blood, he sat on the ground half-legged, staring at the original owner with hollow red pupils.

The role of the original owner in the heart of the Dragon Clan quickly stopped the bleeding and saved his life. He opened his eyes and asked blankly: "What happened."

Xie Mian also showed a confused expression, he said: "I don't know, suddenly you were injured, and then caught fire."

"Really?" The original owner narrowed his eyes.

Xie Mian nodded obediently, "Yes."

The original owner touched his neck with an unclear expression.

The knife wound on his neck has disappeared.

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After Xie Mian killed the original owner once, and ran back to save the original owner once, he stopped fighting against the original owner and followed the original owner all day, like a little tail.

He didn't even call the original owner Miss A anymore, but sister.

Sister Zuokou and Sister Rightkou, encountered other dragons bullying and insulting, returned to the rebuilt courtyard, and was thinking of finding the original owner.

"Sister is the most important thing, no one can compare to sister."

The young Xie Mian smiled and said to the original owner that the end of his eyes were slightly hooked, as clean as if holding a handful of snow, and the way he looked up at people looked extremely cute.

Standing under the flowers, Jiang Huaiyu felt a little... uncomfortable when he heard these words.

Uncomfortable, even the original owner who has no mistakes is not pleasing to the eye.

The moon is full, Jiang Huaiyu is in bloom, and the red clothes are blooming, stained with mist in the early morning. He sneered, "Oh, thank you for the lotus."

"Speaks and sings well."

"I even killed the other party before, and set fire to the corpse, and now I have one sister at a time, and I have become sharp-hearted."

"If the other party knows that you killed him and set fire to him, I'll see what you will do."