After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

The moment her body hit the ground heavily, Ye Qingyi didn't feel much pain.

The sharp pain from being pierced through his chest has completely numb his nerves.

The temperature all over his body was rapidly fading, and in the gradually blurred field of vision, the figure in the red dress became more and more clear.

Before I even had time, talk to him and watch him smile at me.

Throat clogged with blood can only make a "ho ho" grunt.

He convulsed uncontrollably, and stretched out his hand in the direction of Zhou Changming.

The man also knelt down in front of him with a "plop".

"What do you want to say?" Zhou Changming squeezed his hand, his knuckles turned white from the force.

The light and shadow in Ye Qingyi's eyes gradually dissipated, and the spiritual power of the Zhuolang Sword spread all over his body in a blink of an eye.

Emotions surged in his eyes, and there seemed to be faint tears, but more blood gushed from the corners of his eyes.

"Hi... like... sorry... sorry..."

The words that were difficult to utter were weak and blurred. He pulled the corners of his lips with force, but suddenly his whole body trembled and he collapsed.

Zhou Changming tried his breath and heartbeat, and they all fell silent without exception.

And the interactive command in the hand has no response.

Ye Qingyi died.

But he doesn't seem...not infected.

Due to Lin Chushu's authority and cultivation, no one dared to directly stop his actions.

It happened so suddenly that there was no time for them to react.

However, seeing that nothing changed after Ye Qingyi's death, the voice of discussion gradually spread from the crowd present.

"Senior Brother Ye doesn't seem to be infected, I haven't even seen him get hurt!"

"Why did Immortal Jiangyue kill him directly without explaining?"

"Didn't they come to save us, why did they hurt us?"

"..."

"Immortal Jiangyue, this junior dares to ask."

Min Yueru walked out of the crowd, knelt down on one knee, her eyes were red:

"Why did you put Qing Yi to death as soon as you showed up?"

Lin Chushu withdrew the Zhuolang sword, his cold eyes brushed past her, and his voice was faint:

"He is an infected person of the Magic Heart Stone, so he should be killed."

"However, we walked with Qingyi all the way, and we can confirm that he was not attacked by any monsters, and there is no wound on his body."

Min Yueru suddenly raised her head, tears rolling down her cheeks, "I don't know what standard you used to judge him as an infected person, please give this junior an explanation!"

It was disrespectful for her to be so aggressive.

None of the people present said anything to stop them.

They are all rookies in the cultivation world.

Between each other, they also understand that it is not easy for them to cultivate for many years, and the hardships of being in the morning dew test.

Even if they can't win the competition, they will still be the pillars of the cultivation world when they return to the sects outside the pavilion.

What's more, what about Ye Qingyi, a genius who is so brilliant and rare in a hundred years?

So outstanding, just because of a game, he was killed.

In addition, whether it is infected or not is not yet known, so people have to sigh.

"I beg the immortal to give me an explanation!"

Behind Min Yueru, several disciples knelt down one after another.

Lin Chushu frowned slightly.

He has a keen perception of the power of the magic heart stone, as if he was born with opposite poles.

Regardless of whether the breath is strong or weak.

I can feel it the first time.

For example, Ye Qingyi didn't look abnormal, but the extremely weak magic heart stone aura emanating from that person's body still couldn't escape his eyes.

But the inside story of all this obviously cannot be explained to these monks.

Qiu Shengmiao beside him was also anxious.

As the first apprentice for decades, he is of course familiar with his master's character of not saying much.

In the current situation, of course Lin Chushu would not speak up to defend himself.

But he couldn't let the crowd's anger go on.

"Don't be impatient, everyone. We are also deeply saddened by the death of Daoist Ye. But Master's judgment will never be wrong. The magic heart stone is very harmful. We also adhere to the principle that we would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go. ..."

However, his explanation was not heard by anyone, but was drowned in waves of resistance.

Angry and puzzled faces were in front of Lin Chushu's eyes, but his heart was calm.

He was determined by destiny to be the lone star of Tiansha since he was a child, and since he can remember, he has been accompanied by the same disgust and doubts as before, and he has never been unfamiliar.

He can not care about the eyes of others, because there is always such a person who will stand firmly by his side.

But this time...

His eyes stayed on Zhou Changming who had been silent for a long time.

The man kept his head down, but his trembling wrists revealed his turbulent emotions.

Ye Qingyi's blood soaked the bracelet, and the light pink crystal was dyed in a coquettish red, scorching like a raging fire, scorching his heart and lungs.

Why……

Why did Lin Chushu kill this innocent young man involuntarily?

Zhou Changming believes in the judgment of the system.

Therefore, it is even more unacceptable to the facts in front of us.

In his memory, although Lin Chushu had a cold temperament, he was born pure and kind.

The world is surrounded by pain, but he takes it calmly, no matter what kind of difficulties and setbacks he faces, he does not blacken it, and vents his resentment in his heart by plundering.

But why should this young man be unreasonably killed at this moment?

Is it because of a simple sentence of jealousy?

Love desires its life, hate desires its death.

He had indeed overlooked how years of obsession can turn people's hearts into what they should look like.

"You know he's not infected, do you?"

Zhou Changming forced his voice into a line, and his voice lingered in Lin Chushu's ears.

Lin Chushu's brows furrowed even deeper.

He originally thought that Zhou Changming just couldn't accept the lack of killing for a while, but he didn't expect that he couldn't detect the existence of the magic heart stone at all, and he no longer trusted himself.

Fierce blood flowed in his chest, perhaps for a moment he wanted to explain, but the pale words were finally silent.

And this silence finally became the fuse of Zhou Changming's collapse.

Even though the murder was caused by Lin Chushu, the pain and remorse are thousands of times deeper than what he did by himself.

After all, it was him who forced Lin Chushu into what he is now step by step.

The pain in the dantian became more and more severe, and it seemed like a sharp knife rolled in the abdomen.

His throat was fishy and sweet, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Lin Chushu's pupils shrank, and he stretched out his arms to help him, but he swung him away.

"Lin Chushu, how can you bear it?"

He said hoarsely:

"Even if you don't trust me in your heart, Ye Qingyi is just an innocent monk. Why do you have to involve others for no reason in the matter between you and me?"

"This wristband is his heartfelt wish. I originally wanted to return it to him after the game, but now...but I don't have the chance anymore."

The fishy smell went straight up, he covered his mouth and coughed, and the dazzling bright red continued to ooze out along the cracks of his fingers.

Zhou Changming didn't blame Lin Chushu much.

In his opinion, the most heinous culprit is himself.

If he hadn't teased him again and again and made actions beyond human design, Lin Chushu wouldn't have fallen into obsession and chased after him.

If it wasn't for the fact that he lacked due sense of propriety in dealing with others, Ye Qingyi wouldn't have felt admiration for him, and would have caused jealousy and hatred in the end, leading to his death.

The cause of all chaos is his intruder in this game, and his original wish of coming here has long been completely destroyed by his own reckless actions.

Lin Chushu, Ye Qingyi, Zhou Changye...he couldn't be sorry for any of these three people.

The excruciating pain came one after another, endlessly.

Zhou Changming tried his best to keep his consciousness clear, and slowly took out the blood-stained jade hairpin from his sleeve.

The object of this gift is the introverted but strong, resolute and gentle junior in Qin Cangyan's eyes.

Not the indifferent, iron-hearted fairy in front of him.

What's more, Lin Chushu had already questioned the source of this jade hairpin.

Since the former Junior Brother no longer existed, and Zhou Changming, the creator, was also not accepted, this gift completely lost its meaning.

He loosened his fingers.

The hosta clattered to the ground.

In the flying dust, the golden-red white jade shattered into several pieces in the blink of an eye.

Fragments tumbled and splashed everywhere nearby.

Lin Chushu finally showed obvious emotion on his face.

He stared fixedly at Zhou Changming, and suddenly stretched out his hand, tightly grasping Zhou Changming's collar.

"……what do you mean?"

The pain and despair in the man's eyes were so obvious that Zhou Changming's eye sockets became hot.

He coughed in a low voice, blood dripping from his lips:

"Because... it doesn't make sense anymore."

"It's all my fault that made you...cough, cough, and made you look like you are now."

The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, like a dying butterfly, shaking its residual wings intermittently.

"But I tried my best, Xiaoshu... I don't even care about my brother's life or death, just stay by your side like this to please you... Cough cough, why do you still feel dissatisfied and not enough?"

Fingers stained red with blood fell limply to his side.

Zhou Changming was so weak that he couldn't stand on his knees, and he could barely stand upright only with Lin Chushu's strength.

His long hair wet with cold sweat was sticking to the side of his face, making his complexion pale like frost:

"How can you stop suffering... How can you stop other people from being hurt?"

"Zhou Changming..."

Lin Chushu gritted his teeth and called his name, then lowered his head and blocked his lips.

At the same time, a strong spiritual brilliance ignited from his body, and everyone's eyes were blurred immediately, and they couldn't see the intimate movements of the two.

The taste of blood permeated between the lips and teeth.

"Zhou Changming..." Lin Chushu panted, calling his name almost frantically,

"Why don't you trust me?"

If you don't believe that he is targeted, if you don't believe that he is prepared.

Or is he so narrow and unbearable in this person's eyes?

Raging, cramping, strong emotions almost burst his heart.

Zhou Changming seemed to want to struggle, but his whole body fell apart, too weak to gather strength.

The pain in the dantian became more and more painful, and the body became hotter and hotter.

He finally couldn't take it anymore and began to moan uncontrollably.

The painful groaning finally brought back Lin Chushu's sanity.

He looked down at Zhou Changming's pale face and blood-stained lips, tried his astonishingly high body temperature, and suddenly realized a certain fact.

That person's Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation should be coming soon.

It is the first case that a mature mirage adopts the method of the human race to cultivate to such a level.

In addition, there are Yang Qiao, Qin Cangyan and Jianling's power in his body.

He was not sure whether Zhou Changming could withstand this catastrophe.

Right now, the infected people in the vicinity have been cleared up by them, and Yin Xiangrong and Xia Houkun are also coming from the southeast direction to join them.

Maybe there is still time, let myself bear this disaster for him.

Hand up, palm down.

He slapped Zhou Changming on the back of the neck with his palm, and the man fell softly into his arms in a blink of an eye.

"What's going on..." Qiu Shengmiao was startled.

At the same time, Lin Chushu's lips moved slightly, and a voice transmission was sent to his ear.

Qiu Shengmiao suddenly froze.

There were mixed feelings in his heart for a moment, and he never expected that under the seemingly peaceful appearance, there was a turbulent turmoil.

And the last rope that maintains stability is about to break.

"I understand," he nodded heavily at Lin Chushu, "Master, please rest assured."

The persistent focus in his eyes was unprecedented, and Lin Chushu was slightly shocked when he saw it, and his eyes were slightly moved.

There is no one around who can be trusted, and even so far, the experience of Qiu Shengmiao is far from enough.

I don't know if he will be able to bear it when the situation is irreversible?

Lin Chushu lowered his eyes, and a purple six-petal lotus appeared out of thin air in his palm.

"Yu Zhuo, follow me into the country."

After he said a word, the light around Lianhua suddenly exploded, and the figures of the three disappeared without a trace as the light and shadow dispersed.

Unable to get a reasonable explanation, coupled with the temporary easing of the crisis, the emotions of the people present became more and more turbulent.

"Qiu Xianzun, why did Chief Lin leave without saying goodbye?"

"Could it be that he refused to give an explanation for Senior Brother Ye's death because of a guilty conscience?"

"Master's judgment will never be wrong, not to mention that if we hadn't rescued in time, where would your lives still be?"

Qiu Shengmiao's brows were deeply furrowed, and her voice was colder than ever before.

"Whether you are willing or not, you have now been involved in this catastrophe. Any action that disobeys Chaoyin Pavilion's order may cause more casualties."

"Since Master has entrusted me with the power of law enforcement, I have the obligation to protect you."

His gaze swept across the crowd coldly:

"If you cherish your own life, then don't make unnecessary troubles again."

Under strong pressure, everyone did not dare to say any more, even if there were thousands of dissatisfaction and anger, they could only end in silence for the time being.

Min Yueru bit her lip, retreated from the crowd, and walked towards Ye Qingyi's body.

Except for being pierced by a sword in the chest, he actually looked as if he was asleep.

It's just that his complexion is bleak, and there are mottled blood stains on his face.

Once the proud son of heaven, now he can only be described as exposing his corpse to the wilderness in embarrassment.

The sects outside the pavilion were very much in the same spirit, and thinking of each other being good or bad, they could be regarded as sisters and brothers. She fought back tears and prepared to do the final funeral for Ye Qingyi.

But as soon as she stretched out her hand, a white light suddenly struck from the slanting stab:

"Are you courting death? Don't touch him!"

The author has something to say: Misunderstandings begin to stack up

Will Chang Ming be all right?What secret did Xiaoshu tell Qiuqiu?

Is Ye Qingyi an infected person?

Hee hee, I updated it in advance today, I want to be praised (I will also try my best to grow thick in the future, okay?)