God left

It's just that the kitten doesn't understand anything at all, and Xia Tian has no such feeling of encountering an old friend in a foreign country. Be a miracle doctor?"

Xia Tianwu has a feeling of longing for the eastward flow of water, and finally feels that Yu Ling is special to him, but it is just a stroke in the history books of the past. As for what has been left in the past, and what is the origin, it is not very important.

But since Xixin could sense the lack of soul in Jiang Lizhou, maybe she could really help.

The man who called himself Wu Sen seemed to be getting worse these days, and Xia Wu had been treating him almost every step of the way, but it didn't seem to change anything.

Xia Wu had made it clear that there was really no way to start, Jiang Lizhou still went to see him, and asked him a few steps away: "Do you know me?"

Wu Sen's expression deteriorated badly, as if he was dying, he just looked at him for a long time before saying inexplicably: "Be careful."

Jiang Lizhou frowned: "What do you mean?"

Wu Sen's face was indifferent, and there was no emotion in what he said: "Don't you think the situation is going well? Who is Yinggou? He never thought of fighting with you at all."

Jiang Lizhou's expression changed, he stood up straight, and his tone was still frivolous: "He has been making a big fuss for so long, did he just come to make fun of us?"

Wu Sen's expression remained unchanged: "Believe it or not, I'm a dying person, and I'm just unwilling to be put together by him."

Jiang Lizhou raised his eyebrows: "You should know that Jing Xi was killed by us. If you want to seek revenge, you should come to us."

Wu Sen looked contemptuously: "If we weren't seriously injured, you wouldn't be able to kill her."

Jiang Lizhou didn't mind his rudeness too much, but his tone was cold: "You are hiding in Wanning Tower and killing innocent people because of this?"

Wu Sen looked up at him: "Do you think I have other choices?"

Jiang Lizhou sneered: "It sounds like they should be damned."

Wu Sen didn't seem to have much energy, and his tone became more and more impatient: "You can kill me now, why bother talking nonsense."

Jiang Lizhou suddenly had a ball of fire in his hand, stuck it in front of his neck, and sneered: "You don't live long anyway, and I saved you at the beginning because of the kindness of my little juniors. I just want to know, what did you do with those girls? What? Anyway, you don't have much time left, so you don't want to hide it."

Wu Sen changed his position and lay down, not afraid of him at all, just said: "I didn't intend to hide it, just because you saved my life, I have no reason to hide it."

Jiang Lizhou withdrew his hand, feeling that this person was different from what he knew before, looked at him and said, "Then tell me."

Wu Sen's tone was erratic: "Those people who were arrested had refined the medicine. It was the medicine for winning the hook, not ours. Later, we were seriously injured by Mi Lang and had to hide to heal our wounds. That's why we attacked those girls. If it wasn't for Jing Xi We can’t even maintain our human form, how could we have fallen to this point.”

Thinking about how powerful demons like them used insidious means to harm weak girls, it really seemed like they had no other way to force them to a dead end.

Jiang Lizhou didn't think they were pitiful, and he didn't have any extra sympathy for him. There was nothing he could do, and it was an unforgivable crime to continue his life by harming others.

Wu Sen didn't think it was a sin, at most he felt that it was embarrassing to be in this situation. No matter how cold-blooded and numb he was, he knew that he was able to speak now because of the blessings of these monks he despised, not to mention——

"Win Gou lied to us."

"What do you mean?"

"We are treated by him as a vessel, a vessel to nourish our lives. Even if Mi Lang doesn't do anything, we will die of exhaustion of evil energy sooner or later. It's just that our injuries have brought our death forward."

Jiang Lizhou still couldn't believe him completely: "How long have you been making utensils?"

Wu Sen looked at him coldly: "I don't know. When I found out, I was already powerless. I only know that the demon power is flowing backwards like crazy."

Jiang Lizhou stared at him without saying a word.

Wu Sen didn't speak, as if he wasn't there.

The room was silent for a long time, and Jiang Lizhou asked again: "You said you were treated as a vessel, how did he do it?"

Wu Sen smiled sarcastically again: "Of those of us who followed him in the past, only Mi Lang was not recruited. That old bastard has stayed in southern Xinjiang for a long time, and it is likely that he learned a strange art secretly."

Jiang Lizhou frowned even deeper: "What is he doing in southern Xinjiang?"

Wu Sen laughed hoarsely: "He said that he met a little girl with a bad mind there, healed his wounds, and gave birth to a son for him."

Jiang Lizhou's temples twitched, "What about the son?"

Wu Sen had a look of disgust on his face: "Throw it away - said that the woman found out his identity and wanted to kill him, so he ran away with the child, and the child was thrown halfway. annoying."

Jiang Lizhou was startled by such absurd father: "Then he doesn't want to bring the child out?"

Wu Sen was impatient: "Anyway, the crazy woman who stayed in southern Xinjiang would kill him anyway, he would die anyway, it doesn't make any difference whether he takes it out or not."

Jiang Lizhou rubbed his head: "That woman is the head of the Zuoqiu family?"

Wu Sen closed his eyes: "I don't know."

Jiang Lizhou was a little irritable: "Apart from these, is there anything else? For example, what's going on with Zuoqiu?"

Wu Sen glanced at him: "It's not that I have been to southern Xinjiang, you should ask that old man."

Jiang Lizhou turned around a few times before smoothing out his messy thoughts, and said, "Back to the topic just now, Mi Lang used the secret technique learned from Nanjiang to teach Yinggou to make you into vessels? Then you know In what way was it done?"

Wu Sen didn't even move his eyelids: "You should also ask Mi Lang about this."

Jiang Lizhou's heart skipped a beat, always feeling that something bad was about to break through.

As soon as he came out of Wu Sen's room, a disciple wrapped himself in a handkerchief and handed over an iron blade: "Senior Brother Jiang, this was shot on the side of the tower. Brother Shi Yun said it might be a message, so call me Bring it for you to see."

Jiang Lizhou took it and waved him away.

Jiang Lizhou took it back and studied it back and forth several times, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Shang Ting in his arms, Fuzhi lit a fire in his heart, and when the iron blade was brushed by the fire light, some strange depressions appeared immediately.

He wiped it carefully again, only to see that it was really a letter—if it counted.

Jiang Lizhou read the words above with a strange expression. If he would have thrown out this piece of scrap iron without hesitation a few days ago, now he thought about it seriously—it was sent by Mi Lang.

Jiang Lizhou wasn't too worried about Wu Sen lying to him, anyway, no matter whether Wu Sen told the truth or not, these things still fell on Mi Lang.

But he has always been a little uneasy, and he still cares about the "vessels" that Wu Sen said, since he can use them for this purpose without anyone noticing, what about others?

He couldn't help shivering when he thought about it, this method was simply unimaginable, and now they don't even know how Yinggou escaped from the silent spring, it's really... very bad.

So he decided to go see Mi Lang.

Jiang Lizhou still wanted to know Lin Qinghe, after all, he didn't know Mi Lang well, and he had suffered from him before.

He searched for several times but failed to find anyone, and it took him a long time to feel his breath in the grass waist-deep by the lake.

Jiang Lizhou pushed aside the bushes to pull him: "What are you doing hiding here?"

Lin Qinghe leaned against the tree trunk beside him, and didn't notice the new leaves falling on his head. He opened his eyes slowly when he heard his voice. The voice was tired, and he stretched out his hand to ask him to come over: "Fall asleep."

Jiang Lizhou looked amused: "What's the matter, back to basics? How come you look like a mountain beast..."

He stopped suddenly while talking, Lin Qinghe pulled him into his arms, and asked him strangely: "Why didn't you talk all of a sudden?"

Jiang Lizhou's face turned pale for a moment, and he raised his hand to take his pulse: "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Why did you fall asleep outside?"

Lin Qinghe blinked: "Why is your expression so serious? It's not your fault. You keep everything in the room, and people always come to look for things. Seeing me like a chicken meeting a weasel, I didn't let you Brothers and sisters, keep your eyes clean for a while."

Seeing that his pulse was normal, Jiang Lizhou breathed a sigh of relief, sat next to him, and helped him pick off the fallen leaves from his head: "Things are too complicated, and it would take a long time to move them, so I can only feel sorry for you. "

Lin Qinghe sighed, leaned closer and said, "It's just that these trivial matters can't help you. Seeing you busy, I feel anxious."

Jiang Lizhou smiled: "My lord's role must be revealed later, and our secret weapon cannot be peeked at by outsiders."

Lin Qinghe reached out to hold his face, rubbed his chin against his ear, and rubbed it stickily along his jaw line, half-complainingly said: "Let me kiss, I can't see anyone these days."

Jiang Lizhou embraced him, and smiled lowly: "You still want to ask for my opinion?"

Lin Qinghe smiled: "Notify you."

As he said that, he kissed him. It was like the first time the tiger was being kissed. His mouth was chaotic but cautious. He stopped and rubbed the tip of his nose from time to time, making him extremely intimate.

Jiang Lizhou wanted to laugh at his kiss, so he just held him down and let him concentrate on finishing the kiss.

After kissing, Lin Qinghe was still rubbing his face and body, Jiang Lizhou touched his head and said with a smile: "Your Excellency really knows how to find a place, did you step on it a bit?"

Lin Qinghe looked up at him with an innocent face: "It's my first time—by the way, you came to find me specially, what's the matter?"

Only then did Jiang Lizhou remember the business, smiled self-deprecatingly, and pinched his face: "Beauty is a mistake—something is going on, Mi Lang asked me to go out of the city to see him tonight, I want to go and have a look."

Lin Qinghe suddenly pressed his shoulder: "No! I can't see at night, who knows what he is going to do."

Jiang Lizhou sorted out the most important information he knew, and then added: "You go with me, okay?"

Lin Qinghe slowly removed his hand from his shoulder, and held his hand tightly again, with a tense expression, and did not speak for a long time.

Jiang Lizhou rubbed his hair comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, I will pay attention."

Lin Qinghe still had lingering fears thinking about the loss of control that day, but now he suddenly remembered that his demons had been eliminated, so there was nothing to be afraid of, and his tone slowed down: "Okay, I will go with you."