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

Everyone was as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

Xie Xingchen, on the other hand, took his time and pulled out the jade token under the gazes of everyone.

After Yupai connected, Xie Xingchen found a tree.

When he walked under the tree, he half-leaned against the tree, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Master, my disciple is about to die. Master, will you come and save your disciple?"

As he said this, he casually wrote Qi Hanzhi's name on the ground with his sword.

Other monks followed him: "!"

It is their path that is narrow.

I actually forgot that Master Xie Xingchen is Qi Hanzhi, a great master in the world of cultivation!

However, after thinking about it carefully, I felt something was wrong. Didn't Qi Hanzhi hate these apprentices?Don’t you often torture them?

How could he be kind enough to save Xie Xingchen?

But looking at the happy smile on Xie Xingchen's face, it doesn't look like he was tortured in the legend?Why are you so happy instead?

The monks' doubts dissipated little by little, and Qi Hanzhi's answer completely cleared their doubts.

Qi Hanzhi chuckled, his voice gentle as never before, "When my disciple is in trouble, of course my master will come to save him."

"After all, I am such a good disciple, such a person who is at the forefront of my heart. If I disappear, where can I find him?"

The following words made Xie Xingchen's ears warm and his cheeks flushed, and he quickly cut off the jade token.

His boyfriend is really like that sometimes, he just opens his mouth to talk.

He was still a little unaccustomed to having a cold and perverted person speak love words to him.

Although... he quite likes to listen to it, but that doesn't stop him from getting used to it.

There is no need to explain now, everyone also knows why Qi Hanzhi came to rescue Xie Xingchen...".

Let’s look at Xie Xingchen’s sword’s sharp handwriting on the ground, the three big characters with flying dragons and phoenixes - Qi Hanzhi.

Very good, the dog food tastes good.

It's just a bit sticky.

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The Demon Lord was busy repairing the barrier. After repairing it, he waved his sleeves and turned to return to the palace.

He quickly walked into the palace and sat down. Before he could take a sip of herbal tea, he heard a demon stumbling over and reported to him: "Your Majesty, someone broke into the secret prison without permission and wanted to rob the prison!"

After the Demon Lord repaired the barrier, he was exhausted mentally and physically. He didn't bother to care about these messy things. He raised his hand and said, "Are you dead? You won't let Ling Qianhe take care of it? Why don't you come to me for even a small matter?"

The demon was scolded and lay on the ground without daring to get up. He trembled and said, "But, Your Majesty, among the people who robbed the prison, there is also Protector Ling."

After saying that, the demon decisively hugged his head.

"What!" Upon hearing this, the Demon Lord suddenly stood up, the veins on his forehead popped out, and his head hurt terribly.

"Even that bastard Ling Qianhe rebelled? Well, I, the monarch, will never live in peace for a day!"

He kicked the demon who was lying on the ground, shivering and afraid to move, to vent his anger.

"Your Majesty, they haven't left the barrier yet, do you want to...?" The demon clan was kicked, but they were still giving the demon king serious advice.

The demon king's eyes were red with anger at this time, with murderous intent blazing in his eyes. Dark red blood streaks flashed between his eyebrows, and he held out a long scimitar, just like the sickle of the god of death.

"When did I need one of your servants to give me advice?" Instead, he killed the demon at his feet with one knife and went straight to the secret prison.

The secret prison was not far from the main hall. When the Demon Lord arrived, Xie Xingchen and other monks were still cleaning their swords, waiting for rescue.

But in the Demon Lord's eyes, he looked like he was on a day trip to the Demonic Realm.

"If a tiger doesn't show off its power, you will treat me like a sick cat, you ungrateful monks!"

The Demon Lord held a scimitar and flew forward with a volley, splitting the air and causing violent fluctuations in the surrounding aura.

Xie Xingchen was wiping his sword, and halfway through wiping it, he looked up and saw the Demon Lord making a move.

He reacted quickly and immediately threw out a piece of talisman to block the killing move.

The talisman collided with the Demon Lord's killing move, and a small spark exploded.

Then, Xie Xingchen quickly took out a stack of talisman papers from his pocket and gave them to the other monks, one to each of them.

Although the talisman paper is bought with money and it hurts the flesh, you have to be willing to cut the flesh at the critical moment.

Xie Xingchen endured the bleeding in his heart and warned: "Fellow Taoists, remember to put some blood on it, the effect will be better."

The demon lord was coming menacingly, but the monks were all pampered, delicate-skinned and tender-bodied inner disciples of a large family. They were almost scared to death, and the hands holding Xie Xingchen's talisman shivered.

When I heard him talking about bloodletting, I almost lost my mind and wished I could turn into human fireworks and ascend to heaven from where I was!

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, are you serious?" The monk swallowed fearfully and looked at Xie Xingchen with suspicion.

As disciples of the inner sect, they have never seen such ugly talismans, and they also need to be bled. What if the bloodletting leads to something lingering?

Xie Xingchen quickly understood what they were afraid of, and quickly explained: "I drew this talisman, learned this trick secretly, and tried it. Fellow Taoists, don't worry, fellow Taoists will not deceive fellow Taoists."

The situation is critical now. It is impossible for Qi Hanzhi to arrive so quickly. They will have to rely on their own strength to support them for a while.

And relying on Xie Xingchen alone is too weak.

The monk gritted his molars.

I closed my eyes, suppressed my fear, cut my finger, and put some blood on the talisman paper. I frowned in pain and screamed: "Oh, I can't, thank you fellow Taoist, there is too little squeezed out."

They were imprisoned in a secret cell without seeing the light of day for at least a month. During this month, they did not have any spiritual energy to nourish their bodies, and now they could not even squeeze out much blood.

This talisman consumes the monk's blood. Without the blood, it is not powerful enough and has little effect.

"Ah, ah, thank you fellow Taoist, I'm dying too."

"Ah, me too."

These monks were so weak that even after squeezing blood they were gasping for breath, which made people mistakenly think they were doing something terrible.

Xie Xingchen's old face turned red. He couldn't help but think of that night. He was so ashamed and angry: "I can't stop even if it hurts."

Really, there is no sense of boundaries.

Give him a whole lot of fear.

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The higher the monk's cultivation level, the stronger his hearing.

Qi Hanzhi, who was hundreds of miles away, had sharp ears and eyes, and could hear all this clearly, and the hand holding the sword tightened little by little.

The birds in the forest were frightened by the cold air, fluttering their wings and shaking off the leaves and flying away, breaking the brief silence.

"..."