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    Qi Tianyou finally understood that he was being tricked, he was not happy, and finally he snorted coldly from embarrassment.

    Ling Che: ""

    Everyone dare not speak.

    Ling Che coughed dryly and said, "Hehe, let's go on and on, what's next?"

    Jiannan asked persistently, "Even if the master didn't tell you this, then the master must have told you. Fang De is not easy to mess with. I told you to be careful with him this time, right?"

    There was an eerie silence.

    No one spoke.

    Qi Tianyou didn't speak either.  Not only did he not speak, but his face was ashen.

    Ling Che asked softly: "Jiannan, before you left, Qi Xuelou told you to be careful about Fang De, right?"

    Jiannan wished he could beat himself to death.

    Zhiqiu also glared at Jiannan angrily.  Then she comforted Qi Tianyou and said: "My lord, don't care about the Palace Master. The Palace Master just neglects to show his feelings. In fact, in the Palace Master's heart, you are his only son."

    Jiannan was a little embarrassed, and stammered: "Master must have told you, his master is called Yin Ji, right? Hahahahaha, in fact, these are all I asked, and Master told me, don't think too much, you are  Master's own son."

    Qi Tianyou was silent for a long time, then said quietly: "Father never told me, this is the first time I've heard the name Yin Ji."

    Jiannan: ""

    Qi Tianyou snorted dissatisfiedly, "Hmph, my father doesn't tell me anything."

    Ling Che thought it was true.  By the way, who will be the master of the Fuxue Palace in the future?  Will it be the prejudiced biological son or the chief disciple who will be relied on?

    I used to think that Qi Tianyou must be the lord of Fuxue Palace, but now I don't know for sure.

    She thought to herself: Qi Tianyou and Jiannan are not much different, so who is the real son of the old palace lord?  Why do I feel that Jiannan is the real son of the old Palace Master?

    *

    A dark Taoist temple.

    The bloody Nie Zhen.

    His whole body was bloody and bloody, only a pair of eyes were bright.

    He didn't know how long it had been.

    He only knew that Taoist Jupiter had gone out, and he was the only one in the empty, dark and damp alchemy room.

    He seemed to see his fifteen-year-old self again, arrogant and noble.

    At the age of fifteen, I was arrogant and domineering, arrogant and arrogant.

    At that time, I was defiant.

    He said that you look like a lump of mud, like a pile of shit that no one looks at.

    Nie Zhen struggled to see his haggard and terrifying face printed in the mirror.

    It really looks like a lump of mud.

    It's painful, it's hard, but no one can save you, right?  The fifteen-year-old self smiled coldly and stared at him coldly.

    Yes, I'm in so much pain, anyone can come and save me.  He spoke silently.

    No one can save you, only you can save yourself.  The weak in this world have no right to speak.  If you wanted to be me again, would you end up where you are today?

    Nie Zhen looked up at the exact same face of his fifteen-year-old self, but his expression was completely different from his present self.

    "It's all your fault, it's all your fault, it's all your fault for being too weak."

    "Why are you always the one being bullied?"

    "If there is no need for bullying in this world. Why must you be bullied? If there must be bullying, I will be the one who bullies others."

    Nie Zhen said: "Do you bully others?"

    Seeing the exact same self, Nie Zhen suddenly smiled and said.  "Do I have this ability now? Do I, who is like a lost dog, have this ability?"

    That Nie Zhen suddenly burst into laughter, laughing wildly like a lunatic.

    "So all you have to do is change yourself."

    "You are always so weak, so you are always the one who gets bullied."

    "So this is your sin."

    "So it's only natural that you have encountered all this."

    "Want to resist?"

    "Aren't you reconciled?"

    "Then change yourself."

    "Death has to change."

    "At all costs, I must change my powerlessness."

    "Even if it's a hell of depravity, let yourself have strength!"

    "YouGo find Taoist Jupiter by yourself!

    I will save Nie Zhen alone!

    At night, she rushed out alone!

    In order to break into the Bauhinia Villa, we need to add some weapons.

    Even if she is alone, she will not give up!

    She came to the weapons shop and said, "Give me two catties of club darts!"

    "Okay!" the stall owner said happily.

    "This one is made of fine iron, and it is indestructible. Even if the man wears black gold soft armor, this plum blossom dart can get in! This is really the best choice for sneak attack and assassination!" The stall owner boasted!

    She picked up a plum blossom dart that seemed a bit rusty, and said: 'So powerful?  '

    The stall owner smiled, and said: "That's~ that Demon Cult's yin and yang envoy who is good at using the Soul-Ecstasy Throwing Knife. Their Soul-Ecstasy Throwing Knife is no match for my Plum Blossom Dart!"

    Ling Che: "What is a yin and yang envoy?"

    The stall owner said mysteriously: "They are two big demons. They are a pair of twins. They look exactly the same, but one wears black clothes and the other wears white clothes. It is said that their ecstasy and throwing knives are fast, accurate and ruthless, and they are invincible.  There are countless people under their flying knives, which is really frightening, but our plum blossom darts are sharper and more invincible than their ecstasy flying knives! If you meet them, use my plum blossom darts to hit them.  Rushing around, kneeling down and begging for mercy, hahahahahaha"

    Before he finished speaking, Ling Che only felt his eyes light up.

    Then there was a throwing knife at the stall owner's throat!  !

    There is a skull pattern on the throwing knife!

    The stall owner still maintained a smile on his face, but felt a chill on his neck!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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