Slag Gong, why doesn't he abuse me?

"Let me ask you one last time, are you really not going to the martial arts conference?" Yin Linchu's eyes were fixed.

"I didn't say no."

Wen Moye looked at the white porcelain cup in his hand, there were no more ordinary cups everywhere, he pretended to see it carefully.

Yin Linchu can always say some annoying things, but now Wen Moye has found his weakness, and he has exposed it on his own initiative.

Yin Linchu desperately wanted to leave, but the decision was in Wen Moye's hands. If he didn't want to, Yin Linchu could only stay here and spend time with him.

The worst outcome would be that Yin Linchu killed him, and then watched the world collapse.

Wen Moye knew that he would not do this.

Since he was brought here without any resistance, and was locked up obediently until today, how could Wen Moye fail to notice that he was compromising in some way.

I just don't know if it's because of He Xuan, or... because of Huo Qiao.

Wen Moye caught a glimpse of Yin Linchu's smile fading, so he said slowly, "I just don't want to take on the heavy responsibility now. It doesn't matter after another five or ten years. Anyway, the time spent in the small world won't have any impact on us."

Yin Linchu took a deep breath: "I have a question for you.

You have a bowl of excrement and a bowl of food in front of you, one of them is poisonous, which one do you eat? "

What kind of strange question is this, Wen Moye found it ridiculous: "I don't eat any of them."

"You must eat.

If you don't eat, you will die 100%, if you choose to eat, there is still a [-]% chance of survival. "

"...Anyway, I don't eat."

Yin Linchu "Do you want to eat that bowl of food?" He looked at Wen Moye's expression and continued, "If you don't eat it, then you will eat another portion? Then you will be poisoned to death."

Who wants to eat that thing!Wen Moye had no choice but to refute, so he opened his mouth and said, "Why would you be poisoned to death after eating that?"

Yin Linchu's face was serious: "Because shit is poisonous."

Wen Moye couldn't bear it any longer: "...I'm sick! How can someone poison in shit?"

"Because I guess, nobody eats shit."

Yin Linchu looked at him contemptuously, "Where is someone who refuses to eat a good meal and insists on eating shit?"

"You!" Wen Moye was tongue-tied, unable to speak for a long time, and was entangled by him again.

After calming down for a moment, Wen Moye said, "In order to squeeze me, you really can say anything."

"I can't compare to you in this. I'm just saying, you really dare to do it."

Wen Moye put down the porcelain cup in his hand, the bottom of the cup collided with the table and made a crisp sound, he said: "The more you are like this, the more interesting I think you are.

However, some people are only annoying. Anyway, they will die in the end. I don't mind helping him ahead of time. "

Yin Linchu's voice became cold: "Wen Moye, it's almost enough, don't go too far."

"Not enough. Since you want to complete the task, you have to do everything that needs to be done."

Wen Moye stood up with a calm and confident attitude.

Knowing who he was referring to, Yin Linchu said in a deep voice, "You will regret it."

"There are not many people who can make me regret it. I wish you can do it."

Wen Moye smiled contemptuously, turned and walked outside.

The sound of iron chains falling from behind came, Wen Moye stopped, raised his eyebrows and looked back.

Yin Linchu stood up, and the iron chains on his body were opened at some point.

He stretched his arms, moved his waist and legs, and his voice sounded like a sigh: "You chose it yourself."

"Ha, you can still put me..."

The voice was blocked in the throat, and the image reflected in Wen Moye's wide eyes was an extremely indifferent face, under the raised eyelids was a pair of trembling pupils.

Wen Moye suddenly remembered why he was so impressed with Yin Linchu.

Every time he passed the commendation wall, he was always among the first few outstanding members of the villain group.

Yin Linchu walked out of that door for the first time in so many days. The sun outside the window was not strong. Compared with the dark room, the light made him squint his eyes, and it took him a while to get used to it.

Not far in the direction of the vestibule, he saw He Xuan.

The little girl was sitting on the railing holding the chef's freshly made almond cheese, her feet were hanging in the air, swaying gently between the soft and flowing skirt.

Seeing Yin Linchu suddenly appearing there, He Xuan put down his bowl and jumped off the railing, both surprised and delighted: "Brother Yin, your chain has been opened! Did Brother Wen open it for you? What about others?"

"He Xuan, give your senior brother a word for me, okay?" Yin Linchu smiled softly, and He Xuan grinned too.

"Of course.

It's just, why don't you tell the senior brother yourself, didn't the senior brother just leave not long ago? "

"It's the same for you to tell me."

Yin Linchu smiled, "Tell Huo Qiao that the wooden sign in his hand must be put away, it is very important.

Whether you can see me again depends on it. "

"Ah!" Hexuan let out a small exclamation, which sounded like a farewell, "Where are you going, is it far away? Is the wooden sign a token that can find you?"

"you can say it this way."

Yin Linchu nodded slightly.

It's not that I can't wait to see Huo Qiao and tell him in person, it's just that what he's going to do next is somewhat difficult to do in front of people.

Especially that person is Huo Qiao.

Even if Huo Qiao keeps saying that he wants to protect him, it has nothing to do with whether he is a good person or not.

Yin Linchu clearly understood that some things were inappropriate, so he didn't need to see them.

After explaining what he wanted to say, before returning to the room, Yin Lin said jokingly: "I have to do something important before leaving, so don't peek."

He Xuan wrinkled his nose: "I won't peek!"

Yin Linchu frowned and returned to the room.

He walked up to the person who fell on the ground, squatted down and put back the removed jaw. The continuous pain was enough to make Wen Moye unable to speak for a short time.

He didn't say a word the whole time, just moved silently, Wen Moye was completely panicked.

Yin Linchu's movements were so fast that he had no time to block them, and several points of the attack were fatal. Although he had some control over his strength, he lost his ability to resist in just a few strokes.

This is completely impossible, it is impossible for him to have no power to fight!

Yin Linchu still didn't say a word, covered his mouth and hissed.

There was no expression on his face, his fist was raised high, and then suddenly landed on Wen Moye's chest.

In an instant, the severe pain made Wen Moye's body curl up, and his ribs seemed to be broken.

He struggled to fight back, but the fist he punched was swung away, and then he was trampled under his feet.

Wen Moye stared at Yin Linchu with angry eyes, his face was flushed because he couldn't breathe well, and the other hand grabbed the hand covering him, but he couldn't pull it away.

"You know what to do."

Yin Linchu said.

Wen Moye's eyes were full of unwillingness, Yin Linchu had exhausted his patience, he stopped wasting words, and continued with the movements of his hands, every attack was deadly.

Killing the protagonist directly will cause the small world to collapse, so Yin Linchu will not let Wen Moye die completely, and he will naturally leave when he is almost dead.

Leaving voluntarily is different from being killed by him. Wen Moye only temporarily dominates this body. After leaving, the original owner will naturally regain consciousness and take over again.

If he refuses to leave, then let him not stay any longer, it's as simple as that.

It was foreseeable what kind of trial he would face after returning, Yin Linchu sighed and complained softly: "I have endured you for a long time."

The struggle of the person under the palm suddenly intensified, and the struggle stopped after a while. After falling into a coma, the heartbeat and breathing were so slow that they seemed to disappear in the next second. This situation did not last long, and the heart stopped beating.

The heartbeat disappeared for about 5 minutes. The body suddenly moved, and the heartbeat and breathing resumed, and gradually returned to normal.

Yin Lin stopped at the beginning, heaved a sigh of relief, the progress went smoothly, the guy left wisely, and the original owner was about to regain consciousness.

He stood up and took a look, raised his foot and kicked the fallen sword towards Wen Moye's hand, and nodded with satisfaction.

He Xuan was startled when he heard an inexplicable loud noise, and hurriedly ran from the front yard to the direction where the sound came from—the direction of Yin Linchu's room.

The moment the door was pushed open, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, He Xuan stared wide-eyed, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief.

Wen Moye, who was covered in bruises, fell on his back, holding a sword in his raised right hand, a ray of bright red meandering down the blade.

On the other end of the sword was Yin Linchu who was in an attacking posture.

"Brother Wen! Brother Yin!"

He Xuan was so frightened that she didn't know what she was shouting. She hesitated and stretched out her hand helplessly, but she didn't know who to reach out to.

Wen Moye looked at the scene in front of him in horror, the glaring redness from the sword in his hand trickled down to his hand, there was no doubt that it was fresh blood with warmth.

He didn't know why such a scene happened... He only remembered that he had made a mistake in practicing kung fu, became mad, and completely lost consciousness on the spot.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the person in front of him attacking, as if he wanted to kill him!

Panicked, Wen Moye's body reacted reflexively, picked up the sword that fell by his side, and stabbed the man's chest.

It's not his fault, he's just doing it to protect himself.

Wen Moye pulled out his sword anxiously, propped himself on the ground and rubbed back, feeling pains like his viscera were shifted.

He suffered serious injuries in many places, and it is very likely that the person he stabbed did it.

Wen Moye forcibly calmed down and recognized that this room was in his house, but he didn't recognize the person in front of him, let alone what happened before.

His headache felt like it was about to split open, and some strange pictures appeared in his mind, obviously he was also in the pictures, but he only felt like a bystander.

Looking at the girl whose face was full of tears, Wen Moye hesitantly called out the name in his mind: "Hexuan..."

Hexuan cried and stepped forward to support Yin Linchu: "Brother Yin, why did you do this?"

Yin Lin wanted to say something to her at the beginning, but his consciousness became more and more blurred, and he couldn't concentrate.

The process of detaching from consciousness was too fast, and he didn't even give him the chance to struggle to the death. He closed his eyes, his body lost support and fell to the ground, and he lost his breath in the blink of an eye.

Hexuan tremblingly stepped forward, stretched out his trembling hand towards the tip of his nose, and shrank his fingertips sharply.

She turned her fingers to his neck again, but there was no movement there, and she had to accept the fact that Yin Linchu had died sadly.

He Xuan clutched his cheeks and wept uncontrollably, Wen Moye threw away the sword in his hand in a daze, and touched her shoulder lightly.

He Xuan resisted and waved his hand away, too sad to look at him.

Her sadness didn't last long, and things that made her even more desperate came one after another. The senior brother didn't know why, but he went back and forth.

Huo Qiao stood outside the door: "I don't feel very well, come back and have a look, where's Lin Chu?"

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother..." He Xuan hurriedly stood in front of Huo Qiao, faltering and anxious, unable to utter a whole sentence, trying to stop him from moving forward like a car with mantis arms.

Huo Qiao forcibly pushed He Xuan away and broke into the room, He Xuan hurriedly turned his head and could only see his brother's stiff back.

He quietly looked at the body on the ground, and was silent for a long time, so long that He Xuan began to fear that his senior brother would collapse due to too much stimulation.

Huo Qiao looked sideways at Wen Moye who was leaning against the wall, drew his sword and walked towards him.