The villain is whitewashed: the heroine regrets it

Long Ying was not confused by Yaoyin's pitiful appearance. Yaoyin is cruel and scheming. If she and Long Yuanzhao hadn't both participated in the competition for the ranking list this time, I'm afraid the children of the five major families would have been slaughtered by her , she joked: "Why don't I take you as a hostage and ask the Demon Emperor for a dozen or twenty cities?"

Yaoyin raised her head to look at Long Ying and suddenly became envious. It is said that Long Ying was designated as the heir by Long Yuanzhao when she was very young, and she was loved all the time. Long Yuanzhao of Hundred Cities would probably give it too. Compared with Long Ying, she suddenly felt that she was nothing.The Yaohuang gave birth to countless sons and daughters, and the Yaozu royal family even had more than a dozen princes and princesses who fought desperately. She got her current status through meritorious deeds all the way, but this time, she lost all her hard-earned family fortune through a big gamble. I have to be ashamed to ask the enemy for forgiveness.

Yaoyin couldn't help but grieve from his heart and said with a bitter face: "Young Master Long doesn't know something, my father has hundreds of children, and I am nothing in my father's eyes, so let alone ten cities You won’t be able to exchange even one.”

Long Ying frowned: "Hearing what you said, I arrested you for nothing?"

Yaoyin apologized and said with a smile: "Young Master Long, if you plan to take me as a hostage, then it is really useless to arrest me, but if you let me go back, I, the princess of the Yaozu, will be of great use?"

"What's the use? I don't quite understand?"

Yaoyin saw that Long Ying was pretending to be confused with herself, so she bit the bullet and said in order to survive: "I...I am willing to steal the city defense map of the Yaozu for you."

"Yes! Yes! But I refuse."

"Ah?" Yaoyin was stunned: "Young Master Long, what do you mean?"

"I don't mean anything, I just don't want to use dirty means to win the victory like you Yaozu." Long Ying suddenly said sharply: "General Long, bring Yaoyin back to the Hanging City to wait for the Lord Supreme to deal with it."

Yao Yin's face was ashamed when she heard the words, and it was equivalent to being sentenced to life imprisonment if she went in, she hurriedly said: "Young Master Long, I am useful, I am very useful!"

Long Ying's ears hurt from being yelled at by Yaoyin, she waved her hand at Long Jue: "Take her away, take her away... If she keeps barking, she will be punished severely."

"Obey!" Long Jue grabbed Yaoyin by the shoulder and dragged her down. Seeing that she was about to be imprisoned in death row, Yaoyin was so anxious that she uttered all the secrets she knew like spitting out beans: "Young Master Long, I am very useful, my mother is from the Yaozu..."

Before Yaoyin finished speaking, she was knocked unconscious by Long Jue's hand knife. When she woke up again, she had already been imprisoned in the bottom layer of Hanging City. The bottom layer of Hanging City is called secret prison. The evil spirits are all locked up here. Compared with this group of people, Yaoyin is like the cutest little white rabbit. She was afraid that she would be eaten as a snack that day, so she lay down in front of the iron window and shouted to the guards every day: "I want to see the Supreme One, I have something important to report." But no one paid any attention to her.

Just as everyone was cheering and jumping to escape the dangerous situation, Dongfang Meng didn't have a trace of joy on her face. Her heart was completely tied up in the dark mist. Seeing the black mist drifting away, Ning Yun hadn't come out yet. Fidgeting like an ant.

I don't know how long it took, Ning Yun's figure slowly appeared in the sky, holding the Shuihan Sword step by step, numbly walking out of the dark mist, Dongfang Meng finally saw Ning Yun, she immediately rushed up to hug her Ning Yun wept with joy: "A Yun, you are finally back."

Dongfang Meng noticed something was wrong when she saw Ning Yun as if she had lost her soul, and when she saw her holding the Shuihan sword, she immediately guessed what happened. She said in a trembling voice: "Where is Yu Shaoxia? Could it be him?"

Ning Yun's tears fell silently, she sat on a stone with Shui Hanjian in her arms, and murmured while looking at the dark mist that was about to disappear, "He stayed there and will never come back. "

"A Yun!" Dongfang Meng hugged Ning Yun fondly, wiped away Ning Yun's tears like a mother, and said, "My miserable A Yun!"

The players on the ground list were sent away one by one by the soldiers of Tianji Longji, and the two deacons were checking who died according to the information on the nameplate.

They asked one by one and the other answered: "Xu Gongcheng."

"exist!"

"Cheng Jing."

"exist!"

"Su Xueru."

"exist!"

Since Long Yuanzhao's information on the nameplate was fake from the beginning, the deacons didn't find out. They thought Long Yuanzhao was also a spy and hurriedly ignored him.

Seeing that everyone was safe and sound, the deacons couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's okay, no one died because of this."

In the distance, Ning Yun seemed to be stimulated when she heard this sentence, she suddenly stood up and walked towards the deacons in a daze, she scolded and asked: "What do you mean? What do you mean no one died because of this?"

The deacon, Monk Zhang Er, was puzzled. They thought they had made a mistake in checking, and immediately checked the list again, "There is nothing wrong, everyone on the list is there!"

Ning Yun was furious after hearing this, she took out the Shuihan sword and shouted: "He is dead, he is dead! He obviously didn't have to die, but he died to save you, and now...you are still complacent... ...and said there were no casualties, he died!"

Seeing Ning Yun's grief-stricken expression, the deacon guessed that her beloved friend must have passed away in this disaster. Facing Ning Yun's furious anger, the deacon trembled and asked cautiously: "This girl, the one you mentioned What's the person's name?"

"Yu Zhaolin." Ning Yun reached out and grabbed the deacon's collar, stared at him with her big tearful eyes and said, "Quickly check for me."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The deacon was in a cold sweat, he frantically flipped through the information and continued to check: "Yu Zhaolin, Yu Zhaolin..."

They searched for a long time and still couldn't find this person's information, "Hold... sorry girl, there is really no information about Yu Zhaolin on it, you... did you make a mistake?"

"I made a mistake?" Ning Yun's eyes widened. She grabbed a monk who was about to leave and asked, "Is there a monk named Yu Zhaolin among us?"

"Yu Zhaolin!" Hearing this name, the monk immediately felt the burning pain from the wound drawn out by Yu Zhaolin on his body, and his complexion changed drastically and he hurried away.

"Hey! Where are you bastard going?" Ning Yun grabbed another female cultivator casually, and asked madly: "I ask you, is there a monk named Yu Zhaolin among us?"

"Yu Zhaolin!" The nun was also beaten by Long Yuanzhao, her face turned pale with fright, "Don't ask me, I don't know, I don't know!"

"You..." Ning Yun saw that the female cultivator also ran away, so she dragged one monk after another. Everyone was talking about Yu Zhaolin's face, and they all said, "I don't know!" Although Yu Zhaolin saved them , but they were not grateful to Zhao Lin at all.

In the distance, Cheng Xingdu and Su Xueru were walking side by side, chatting and laughing, and suddenly those cultivators who had gone through life and death with Cheng Xingdu on the assault mission followed up, and enthusiastically said, "Jiansheng Cheng, please stay!"

"Cheng Jiansheng stay behind!"

Seeing that these people did not forget him, Cheng Xingdu cupped his hands with joy and said, "Everyone, why are you looking for Xingdu?"

"I worship Liang Zhang, a disciple of the Sword Sect. I will never forget the kindness of Sword Sage Cheng in bestowing medicine. In the future, if Sword Sage Cheng has anything to ask for, feel free to come to the Sword Sect to find me."

The rest of the people also said: "I am..., Cheng Jiansheng, if you need anything in the future, just come and find me."

Seeing that he had met so many sect disciples all at once, Cheng Xingdu smiled slightly. His purpose of coming to the list has been fulfilled.

A group of pretty female cultivators followed closely, and when they saw the handsome Cheng Xingdu, they said happily, "Cheng Jiansheng, are you here too?"

"Cheng Jiansheng, where do you plan to go after the end of the list?"

"Cheng Jiansheng, if you have time in the future, remember to come to Baihua Valley to play with your sister."

Seeing that he was so welcomed by female cultivators, Cheng Jiansheng said with joy, "I will definitely go to Baihua Valley to visit all the sisters."

All the female cultivators covered their mouths and laughed lightly, Cheng Xingdu and the others also laughed, the scene was really cheerful, only Su Xueru looked at Cheng Xingdu worriedly and seemed to be jealous.

Suddenly there were miserable cries in the distance, which cast a shadow on this supposedly happy reunion.

"Who is this? The big guy is crying all the time even though he is out of trouble."

"I'd like to see who disturbed everyone's interest."

Cheng Xingdu and the others looked back, only to see Ning Yun holding the Shui Hanjian and said miserably: "He died saving you, and you bastards actually said they didn't know him."

"Yu Zhaolin, open your eyes and take a look. This is the bastard you saved with all your might. They have completely forgotten about you at this moment, and they are all celebrating their victory. I am the only one crying for you!"

Dongfangmeng kept wiping away tears for Ning Yun and comforted her: "Ah Yun, don't cry, you will be laughed at by others."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay when they heard the words, thinking in their hearts: "It turns out that Yu Zhaolin is dead."

They suddenly raised their heads and continued to laugh, tacitly choosing to forget him.