I advise madmen to be good people

Everyone was staring blankly at this person who appeared out of nowhere.

He was wearing a blue-faced and long-toothed ghost mask, standing tall and tall at the top of the steps. Although he couldn't see his expression, he could somehow make people feel a kind of gentle and easy-going temperament, and his voice was full of laughter. Yes, as if they were really guests who came to visit an old friend.

"Although it's not a coincidence, I can't come here for nothing, so I have to bother everyone."

He raised his hand politely, as if to salute, and with a casual swing of his robe sleeves, countless powders flew all over the sky, filling the entire dungeon in an instant.

The powder had an extremely powerful fragrance, and before everyone could cover their mouths and noses, they all fell to the ground with their legs limp and slanted, and they disappeared after a while.

The strange thing is that even though I also inhaled this fragrance, I am very sober at this moment, and there is no sign of fainting at all.

What happened?

Is it because I was poisoned myself, so I fought poison with poison instead?

"Of course you'll be fine."

As if he knew what I was thinking at the moment, that person walked down the steps slowly while explaining to me softly.

"You concocted this Yingwu Powder yourself. It's only effective for others, but it won't backfire on the master. Naturally, it won't hurt you."

I make it myself?

"you know me?"

Guan Heng had already fainted to the side, and I watched the man approaching me vigilantly, holding the hairpin tightly with the hands in my sleeves.

The man sighed softly.

"I didn't expect that one day, I could hear you say such words about birth to me. I'm so sad. It seems that you really forgot all the friendship we had in the past."

This resentful tone of joy and anger made my heart skip a beat.

What's the matter with his ambiguous attitude of ex-boyfriend?

Wait, before Liu Zhixin said that the original Song Zishan had a lover outside, could it be him?

But judging by his posture, he is definitely not a simple person in Fireworks Lane. He is probably a member of the demon sect. He uses the brothel Chuguan to cover up his identity and pass messages to Song Zishan. Isn't it all written like this in novels?

"I really don't remember much about the past."

I thought about my tone, I didn't want to reveal my secrets, and I didn't want to have anything to do with this person, but I also wanted to understand what Song Zishan wanted to do as a direct disciple of the Demon Sect, who went undercover in Yuan Hezong for a year, maybe , the person in front of him knows the truth.

"You can talk to me, maybe I will remember."

"Not urgent."

While speaking, he had already walked in front of me, bent down and squatted down, took out a plain handkerchief, and stretched out his hand to grab my wrist.

"Come on, let me bandage your wound first."

I subconsciously dodged to the side, and my back rubbed against the rough stone wall. Suddenly, a sharp pain hit me. The pain made me frown in one place, and I couldn't help but hum softly.

"Why do you think you are doing this?" He said softly, "Could it be that you still want to keep your integrity for the sake of Ming Yixin?"

"I'm not that hypocritical."

Enduring the pain, I moved further away from him.

"It's your ghost mask that's too scary. It's even scarier when you get closer. Can you take it off and talk to me?"

He smiled, stroked his ugly face, which was almost comparable to hell devils, and slowly traced along the lines, as if a beauty was looking at herself in a mirror and pitying herself.

"What's so scary about something you wear on your face that you can see through at a glance? What's really scary is the fake mask you wear in people's hearts. You can't see it, you can't touch it, you mistake maliciousness for sincerity, and you are tricked and used without knowing it. That's the real horror."

"You seem to have something to say."

I was too lazy to circle around with him, so I said straight to the point: "If you want to give me advice, you'd better say it straight. After all, I have forgotten everything about the past. If you play charades with me, it will have the same effect as playing the piano with the other cow."

He paused, then smiled again.

"The way you are now is more refreshing than before. Okay, then if you have any questions you want to ask me, just ask, and I will know everything."

Since you took the initiative to bring it up, I'm not going to be polite.

"Who are you?" I looked at him and asked, "Who am I?"

"good question."

He nodded approvingly, and then slowly replied: "My name is Leng Qing, and I grew up with you. We talked about everything, and lived and died together. We are called master and servant, and we are actually each other's bosom friends."

The co-author and the original Song Zishan are still childhood sweethearts... Wait!

Apathy?

Didn't this name appear in my extremely weird dream just now!

There are two children in the dream, one is him, and the other is me?

So, that's why I have the Ruoshui sword hidden by my side?

I am not some traitor from the Demon Sect who stole the treasure, but the real owner of Ruoshuijian.

Then I... "You are the young master of the Wancheng Sect, Leng Xin." He said in a timely manner: "The Wancheng Sect is the demon gate that those in the righteous way scornfully call."

I close my eyes.

The last thing I wanted to hear was confirmed.

Why must it be so bloody?Can't you let me quietly be a little transparent, and you must give me this kind of upside-down villain status?

Fortunately, it is only the young master, there is still a little room for it, the intrigue in the Demon Sect must be more powerful than Yuan Hezong, I will not go back this year, maybe someone has been staring at my seat and making plans, who will finally be the real one? Maybe he will become that big villain.

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing to tell you."

Lengqing kindly added on the side.

"The old suzerain unfortunately passed away last month. According to his last wish, you are now the new suzerain of Wancheng sect."

What a sad news.

Of course, I won't be sad for my cheap dad who I haven't met. What I'm sad about is that from now on, I will sit in the position of Ming Yixin's deadly enemy.

"Can I resign?"

I opened my eyes a little, trying to struggle again.

"Why don't you choose Gaoming again? In my current situation, it is really not suitable to be the boss of your demon sect. Unless you change your ways and stop being enemies with Yuan Hezong, and everyone will stay in peace with Qi Shengcai from now on, then I will still do it." You can think about it."

"Correct evil and return to righteousness?"

Lengqing seemed to have heard some big joke, and a bit of anger was added to the gentle tone.

"Who is right? Who is evil? Why should this rule be determined by others? Although my Wancheng sect has been called a demon sect, I have always acted frankly and never feared notoriety. A hundred times, you want us to keep the water in the well, so why don't you ask Ming Yixin, why did you seize the treasure of my sect and assassinate eighteen masters of the Wancheng sect? If it wasn't for him, the old suzerain How could the old disease relapse, and he vomited blood and died of anger?"

I know that from his point of view, what I said just now is indeed a bit of a pain in the back when I stand up and talk, and I really deserve a beating.

But what can I do?

Let me kill Ming Yixin for revenge?That is absolutely impossible.

Go to persuade Ming Yixin to return the tears of the sea to Wan Chengzong. From then on, no matter how Wan Chengzong behaves as a monster, he will turn a blind eye and close his eyes as if he didn't see it?

Ming Yixin will only listen to me unless she is crazy or stupid.

All I can do, it seems, is to mediate, so that the conflict between them will not intensify further.

"Don't be in a hurry before the sea of ​​tears, I have gained Ming Yixin's trust very much now, and I will find a chance to get it back later."

These words are not completely fooling him, after all, Cang Hailei is in my hand right now.

"trust?"

The cold anger suddenly dissipated, and he looked at me with a smile.

"Let me guess, Ming Yixin has seen your true face under the mask, right?"