Help!After being transformed into cannon fodder, he was doted on by the yandere villain.

Blood fell to the ground, Ye Wenzhi's expression was extremely painful, and he was almost losing strength.

Ling Qianhe seemed not to have expected Ye Wenzhi to be so weak. His black eyes suddenly widened and his fingers loosened.

After being let go, Ye Wenzhi touched his chest and choked violently. His body trembled and he finally regained his breath for a while.

After adjusting his breath, Ye Wenzhi sat cross-legged on the ground and used his spiritual power to suppress the recurrence of the disease.

He did not resent Ling Qianhe, but said to Ling Qianhe calmly and calmly: "Qianhe, although I don't know what happened between us."

"But I hope that no matter what happens, we can have something to talk about."

"After all, we swore an oath in front of my uncle that we would be lifelong friends. You... also said that you would protect me for the rest of your life."

Familiar words, familiar people, the memories hidden deep in the depths seemed to surge up like a tide.

Three years later, he heard these words again.

Ling Qianhe had mixed feelings at this time, resentment mixed with unfinished love.He gritted his teeth, pretending to be disgusted and said, "Okay, I will trust you for the last time."

Ye Wenzhi knew that he had fallen into the devil's path, but this was not the time to hesitate about changing his path. He said weakly: "Then I'll trouble you."

Ling Qianhe picked the key points and told Ye Wenzhi what happened in the past few months, especially the night when he was stabbed in the back by Ye Wenzhi.

He wanted to hear what Ye Wenzhi had to say to him at this time!

Ye Wenzhi frowned when he heard it, his fingertips trembled, and his face turned pale, "There must be a misunderstanding about this matter."

"Misunderstanding?" Ling Qianhe sneered.

Is this the answer this man gave him?

Because of that fatal sword, he had to fall into the devil's path to survive. He was even expelled from his family, and from then on he could only succumb to others.

I think he once had great glory, who wouldn't be able to compliment him after seeing him?

Ling Qianhe couldn't accept the huge feeling of disparity. He blamed it all on Ye Wenzhi's fault.

"Ye Wenzhi, it's all you! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have fled to the Demon Realm for refuge, and now I wouldn't be at the mercy of the Demon Lord and become one of his lackeys!"

"Every day after I fell into the devil, I wanted to cut you to death with a thousand knives, so that you could also taste this kind of pain!"

Listening to Ling Qianhe's vicious words, Ye Wenzhi closed his eyes, his eyebrows filled with pain.

From the Yulun Sect to the Demon Realm, everything that happened during this period was extremely unfamiliar to him, and he even felt that he was not himself who experienced it all.

I'm afraid that someone has taken his soul and taken over his body.

And he knew nothing about the person who occupied his body, so he couldn't give Ling Qianhe an explanation.

"Chizuru, if you feel uncomfortable, kill me."

Ye Wenzhi closed his eyes and coughed.

It was him who was so useless.

He was taken away from his body and used his body to do many bad things, and even... hurt him.

He has long been riddled with sins and has no shame in living in this world. He is ashamed of the careful teachings of the elders of the sect and his uncle who once placed high hopes on him.

"Okay, in that case, this protector will satisfy you!"

With anger burning in Ling Qianhe's chest, he slowly raised his sword and placed it across Ye Wenzhi's slender neck, which had red marks from being pinched.

The sword light suddenly flashed, and blood splashed.

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Thanks to the tracking talisman sent by Qi Hanzhi, Xie Xingchen did not run out of cultivation to find Ling Qianhe. He quickly flew to the foot of the mountain in the Demon Realm with his sword.

He was a little nervous. This was the first time he sought revenge. What if he was not strong enough and was killed by Ling Qianhe?

At that time, it will no longer be a small matter of embarrassment, but a serious matter of losing one's life.

"Xiao Ben, Xiao Mu." Xie Xingchen lowered his head and held his sword, calling out the names of the two swords in his hands.

The natal sword and the wooden sword had been left to dry in the wind and snow by Qi Hanzhi these days. They were humiliated by the wind and snow for several nights and were not allowed to enter the hut.

At this time, they heard Xie Xingchen calling them both, and they obediently let out two sword sounds, indicating that they heard their master calling them.

Next, Xie Xingchen said solemnly:

"It's time to put an end to this. Your master's life is in your hands."

"You must do your best during the duel later!"

The natal sword shook happily, and it could finally follow its master to kill bad guys.

The wooden sword remained indifferent, but seeing that the natal sword was cheerful, it also learned to be cheerful.

Looking at the beautiful blue sky, Xie Xingchen suddenly felt sad. If he was killed this time, he would never see such beautiful scenery again.

He suddenly choked up and said: "Xiaomu Xiaoben, promise me that after I die, I will find a good family to marry."

"Don't look for a useless master like me again."

After that, he shed two tears sincerely, looking really sad.

When Ben Ming Jian saw him crying, he was anxious to comfort him.

If Xie Xingchen died, it would not be able to become a spirit, lose consciousness, and become a useless sword.

No, master, I believe in your strength!

The natal sword connected with his heart. Xie Xingchen burst into tears after receiving the comfort from the natal sword.

The natal sword is spinning in a hurry, what should I do?Before his master's war even started, he was already dealing with posthumous matters.

Just when he was spinning in anxiety, Xie Xingchen suddenly stopped crying and smiled happily, "I cried, I was pretending."

...I owe so much.

The natal sword clenched its non-existent fist: "..."

Fortunately, he was really worried about Xie Xingchen.

Xie Xingchen originally wanted to liven up the atmosphere and make a joke to dispel the fear in his heart. Now that he has finished laughing, his fear is indeed gone.

He placed his fingers on his natal sword, caressing the sharp blade, and said with firm eyes, "Today, I am going to take Ling Qianhe's life."

He said this passionately.

The said natal sword was so hot that he immediately rushed to get Ling Qianhe's head!

next second.

"hiss--"

"Damn, it hurts a little."

Xie Xingchen rubbed the sword. Halfway through, his white finger was cut by the sharp blade, and a drop of blood oozed out.

The boiling blood of the natal sword suddenly cooled down.

"..."