Zha Gong You Don’t Know Love [Quick Transmigration]

The disciple on one side quickly stepped forward and handed over Ji Wuchen's saber.

"I'll ask you one last time." Ji Wuchen held the scabbard, but did not rush to take the sword: "Do you still have grievances?"

Xia Lang clenched his lower lip and said, "If... Master, I mean... If I said that I really didn't kill people, would you believe me?"

"You mean that there is something wrong with the jade pendant of King Dongling?" Ji Wuchen asked with a frown.

Sharon didn't answer.

"Do you have any evidence?"

"No." Sharon shook his head.

"Then do you know who the real murderer is?" Ji Wuchen asked three times.

He still has one last hope in his heart - if Sharon can produce any evidence now, even if it is far-fetched...

"I..." Xia Lang pressed her lips tightly together: "I don't know."

I have no evidence, I am alone and helpless, I am disgusted by thousands of people, but I tell you, I did not kill people.

Master, will you believe me?

"Tie up the fairy rope." Ji Wuchen gave Xia Lang the answer in four words.

Xia Lang smiled wryly, and the result was within his expectations: "I don't need to tie the fairy rope, I won't escape."

He stood there, opened his arms, looked at Ji Wuchen: "Master, come on."

It will be very painful, but no matter how painful it is, how can there be thousands of years of torture and pain in the Qingling Pagoda?

But when the first sword stabbed down, he was still forced to stagger a few steps, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the tip of the sword.

The sword passed under the ribs, barely avoiding the heart, and directly stabbed Xia Ran through.

The people sitting in the upper positions didn't expect Ji Wuchen's attack to be so ruthless, and they looked at each other for a while.

The blood soon soaked Xia Lang's white clothes, but he didn't seem to care, just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, walked back to Ji Wuchen, smiled and opened his arms to him.

"Master, come again."

The second sword came at the sound, piercing Xia Ran's left arm.

Sharon still couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, and covered his shoulder with his right hand, but he still couldn't stop his left arm from falling.

Ji Wuchen... crippled his left arm.

This sword was solid, leaving no room for it. Ji Wuchen stood in front of Xia Lang with a blank expression on his face. The tip of the hanging Shangqing Sword was dripping with Xia Ran's blood drop by drop, even turning red. the corner of his clothes.

Xia Lang bit his lip, closed his eyes tremblingly, and when he opened them, he was already smiling again.

"Master, please."

The third sword, the left leg.

Xia Lang groaned for a while, unable to support himself, his legs went limp, and he fell hard to the ground.

The wound on his body was bleeding profusely, and he knelt down in front of Ji Wuchen.

King Dongling looked on and wanted to clap his hands, but seeing the solemn expressions of the other elders, he finally gave up in dismay.

The reason why the other elders have solemn expressions is because they feel the instability of the spiritual power here, and they are on the verge of collapse at any time.

And the source of the unstable spiritual power was not Xia Lang who was kneeling and unable to stand up, but Ji Wuchen who had no expression on his face.

Blood flowed down his legs and reached Ji Wuchen's feet. Ji Wuchen took a slight step back and stepped on a bloody footprint.

Ji Wuchen still looked calm, but looked down at his feet in a daze.

Xia Ran was trembling slightly all over.

It hurts, it really hurts.

He really can't stand up, can Master please hurry up?

How many swords are left, come together.

"Crack." Suddenly, the Shangqing Sword fell in front of him.

Ji Wuchen waved and threw away the Shangqing sword, and then announced: "The foreign troubles have not been eliminated, we will stop here, and the rest will be discussed after defeating the demons."

Xia Lang leaned over, face on the ground, opened his eyes and looked at Ji Wuchen with difficulty.

Waiting again...

Master made him wait for everything...

When he has mastered his sword skills, he will be taken down the mountain. When he has time, he will punish Meng Yu. When he grows up, he will teach him about love...

Up to now, even punish him, have to wait...

But where does he have time?

His hands were covered with his own blood, Xia Lang wiped two handfuls on the ground, and wiped off some blood before he could barely see his own palm prints.

There is less than half of the lifeline left.

Master... I can't wait any longer.

I have been waiting for you for a long time...

In the dark Qingling Pagoda, every day, every day is like a year, and the only hope is that I can see Master again.

For this, I waited 1000 years.

And now, I don't have another 1000 years to wait...

From the moment the Shangqing sword fell to the ground, the atmosphere fell into a very depressed moment. King Dongling wanted to say something, but the next second he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The spiritual power in the main hall has materialized, and even began to hurt people.

No one dared to speak, only to see Ji Wuchen throwing the sword, and even stepped directly past Xia Lang and walked out of the hall.

His feet were still stained with Xia Ran's blood, leaving a row of long and shocking bloody footprints.

Xia Ran fell on the spot, and no one had anything to say.

Ji Wuchen walked out of the Shangqing Hall quickly, and flew to the back mountain of Shangqing with a wave of his hand.

He didn't show any expression the whole time until he landed on the back mountain. The moment he landed, with him at the center, the entire mountain began to collapse as if being cut by a knife and an axe!

This is a sign that Ji Wuchen's spiritual power is completely out of control!

Huge boulders rolled down rumblingly, some even fell on Ji Wuchen's feet!

But Ji Wuchen didn't open any defensive barriers, allowing those stones to fall on his side one by one, and even on his body.

A sharp stone hit Ji Wuchen's forehead, and blood flowed down immediately, across Ji Wuchen's cheek.

Ji Wuchen raised his hand, touched his forehead, and then looked at the blood on his palm.

He couldn't tell whether the blood on his hand was his or Xia Ran's.

Xia Lang was finally carried back to the Shangqing Hall by Wang Kang.

No one was willing to help him, everyone stepped over his half-dead body and left the hall one after another, hating him like a beggar on the side of the road.

Finally, Wang Kang heard the news, gritted his teeth, and carried him back.

Xia Lang was lying on the bed in the Shangqing Hall, unconscious. The wound that was not bleeding much just now started to ooze blood again because of the movement.

Wang Kang was so unfamiliar with this place that he couldn't even find any wound medicine, so he could only turn to the guarding disciples at the foot of the mountain for help.

Hearing that he was asking for medicine for Xia Lang, those disciples all had a trace of disdain in their eyes, and shook their heads in disgust: "No, go away!"

Wang Kang resented: "Why? A disciple is injured, why should I ask for wound medicine!!?!"

"Is he worthy of calling us Shangqing disciples?" The person on the other side sneered, "Our Shangqing sect doesn't have such heartless things!"

"How do you know that he is a wolf? Do you know him? Did you see him do bad things? You saw him kill the Seventh Prince?" Wang Kang asked rhetorically.

Those disciples were speechless, but no matter how much Wang Kang begged, they refused to take out even a little bit of wound medicine.

Wang Kang returned in despair, and felt uncomfortable seeing Xia Lang who was pale on the bed due to excessive blood loss.

He felt that Sharan was really not bad... Those rumors were not true.

Although I don't know what happened, Xia Lang was injured so badly all of a sudden, and the headmaster didn't know where he went. In Xia Lang's situation, there is no wound medicine, and I am afraid that he will have a fever...

Wang Kang had no choice but to fetch a basin of hot water first and come back, help Xia Lang up on the bed, planning to clean his wound first.

Just when he pulled off his blood-soaked clothes, he was suddenly thrown heavily against the wall!

"what are you doing!?"

The one who walked in through the door was Ji Wuchen who suppressed the storm in his eyes.

As soon as he came in, he saw this man picking off Xia Ran's clothes, and Xia Ran closed his eyes tightly, unconscious.

Wang Kang only felt that the skeleton of his body was about to fall apart. He slowly slid down from the wall and reluctantly said, "I... I will clean the wound for... Master...."

master?A trace of doubt flashed in Ji Wuchen's eyes, when did Xia Lang accept this kid as an apprentice?

"I don't need you here, go down."

Wang Kang was still a little worried, but he couldn't beat Ji Wuchen, so he could only walk out of the hall in three steps.

Ji Wuchen walked to the bed in a few steps.

Xia Lang was still weakly leaning against the head of the bed, awakened by the movement just now, trying to open his eyes hard, only saw Ji Wuchen.

Excessive blood loss made his eyes dizzy, and he barely squirmed his lips: "Master... respect..."

"Don't move." Ji Wuchen said, then picked up Xia Lang, and laid him gently on the bed.

Does Xia Ran think he is hallucinating?Why is Master suddenly so gentle to himself?

Ji Wuchen had said the same thing to him countless times before, but it had never been so strange this time.

He struggled to open his eyes to see Ji Wuchen's appearance, but his eyelids were too heavy and he couldn't open them.

Ji Wuchen unbuttoned his clothes and began to treat his wound.

He took out a small bottle and began to sprinkle the medicine.

Xia Lang only felt that the wound that had just lost consciousness began to hurt again, and couldn't help crying out.

"Does it hurt?" Ji Wuchen paused while spraying the medicine, and asked.

Xia Lang gritted his teeth tightly, but shook his head.

"Don't bear the pain," Ji Wuchen said, "Call out."

Sharon still didn't move, but clenched his teeth even tighter.

In the next second, his jaw was forcibly squeezed open, and Ji Wuchen put his left arm in Xia Lang's mouth.

"Bite it if it hurts."

Sensing Ji Wuchen's aura, Xia Lang's head buzzed, and he couldn't control it anymore.

Master was originally the best antidote to him, let alone when he is unconscious now.

He didn't know what was in his mouth at all, but he bit his teeth easily, and two rows of neat tooth marks appeared on Ji Wuchen's arm immediately, Xia Lang tasted the taste of Ji Wuchen's blood.

The taste seemed to calm Xia Ran's mind, and Xia Ran's teeth loosened a little.

Immediately, there was another burst of pain from the wound, and Ji Wuchen continued to spray the medicine again.

Sharon clenched his mouth again, this time heavier than last time.

A trace of blood spilled from between his teeth.

Repeatedly, when Ji Wuchen took care of all the wounds and tried to take his left arm out of Xia Lang's mouth, it was completely bloody.

Xia Lang snorted and bit his arm tightly, not wanting to let go.

Ji Wuchen forcibly pulled his left arm out of Xia Lang's mouth.

It's not that he doesn't want to continue to be bitten by Xia Ran, but he is leaving now to find clothes for Xia Ran to change.

After he struggled so hard, Xia Lang suddenly opened his eyes!

There was still Ji Wuchen's blood between his lips and teeth, and he looked up in a daze.

"Master..." Ji Wuchen was not sure if Xia Lang really saw him, or if he was just whispering.

But when he saw Xia Lang's frail way of calling his name, his heart was filled with demons.

When he came back to his senses, he had already leaned over.