The whole division is begging for my forgiveness

Lin Mobai kept watching Xiaojing from the corner of his eyes.

He found that Xiaojing, a young man, although he was young and didn't seem to have any cultivation, looked very extraordinary.

But whoever is another person today is strangled by the neck in public and held up in the air, life and death are out of their control.

Still listening to the "companion" say, the substitute, the stove, it's not important, his life is worthless.

But if you change to a normal person, let alone fly into a rage and cry, at least there should be some emotional changes on your face.

At least there should be anger or sadness, right?

But on Xiao Jing's face, Lin Mobai couldn't see any emotional changes in him.

He was so eerily calm that one wondered whether he could understand human speech.

A pair of very coquettish eyes are extremely clear at this moment, without any impurities.

Through these eyes, Lin Mobai suddenly remembered a person, his half-brother Lin Jing, who once had a pair of clear and gentle eyes like glass.

No wonder Lin Jinghong would say that the young man in front of him was Lin Jing's substitute that Luo Suxuan had found.

Those eyes, no, to be precise, the eyes are too similar.

Lin Mobai even thought to himself, maybe, if he can bring Xiaojing back to Linjian Villa, just having eyes similar to Lin Jing's is enough for him to protect Xiaojing for the rest of his life.

After a while, Lin Mobai said coldly: "It seems that you really don't take this young man's life seriously. Since you want my second brother's whisk, I'll give it to you."

Luo Suxuan showed a strange look, quietly waiting for Lin Mobai's next words.

Sure enough, Lin Mobai continued to say: "But, you mustn't hurt a hair on your back, otherwise, I'll smash the young man in my hand to ashes!"

As he said that, with a sudden force under his hands, Xiao Jing felt his neck was firmly clamped by the steel plate, and when his throat itched, blood gushed out unstoppably.

Xiaojing didn't say anything, didn't say a word, even his breathing was very low.

Blood dripped from the corner of his lips onto the back of Lin Mobai's hand.

Lin Mobai frowned subconsciously, feeling quite dirty.

The strength under his hands did not loosen at all.

Xiao Jing hangs powerlessly in mid-air, and his loose clothes make his figure extremely thin.

In fact, Xiaojing didn't understand why.

He never hurt Lin Jinghong a single iota, nor did he have any malice.

But the people around Lin Jinghong wanted to put him to death one by one.

The Senior Brother Shen that Lin Jinghong was talking about, the moment he met, he mercilessly stabbed Xiaojing with a sword, passing through his chest.

The good brother that Lin Jinghong was talking about, as soon as he met, he pinched Xiao Jing's neck and lifted him in the air.

Now it is said that he will be smashed to ashes.

Xiaojing didn't know why Luo Suxuan insisted on Nao Shizi's whisk.

I also don't understand why Luo Suxuan is worth so much trouble for a mere whisk.

The only thing Xiaojing knew was that Luo Suxuan would rather have Lin Mobai smash his bones into ashes than Lin Jing's whisk.

In Luo Suxuan's eyes, even a whisk is more important than him.

From this point of view, his life is really worthless, just like a bundle of Chinese cabbage on the street.

Lin Mobai nodded, and even agreed, but when he was about to take out the whisk, he suddenly turned his face and said to Xiaojing: "Your eyes look a little like my second brother, it's your luck in this life, and it's also you Greatest misfortune."

Luo Suxuan raised his head suddenly, and looked at Xiaojing with a face full of disbelief, and saw that those tightly closed eyes had opened at some point.

Xiaojing heard it all!

He heard it all!

heard all of them? !

Luo Suxuan's breathing was suddenly suffocated, and the familiar dull pain quickly spread to the atrium.

Before he could regain his composure, Lin Mobai had already pulled out a whisk from his sleeve, raised it upwards, and said sharply: "Luo Suxuan, the whisk is here, why don't you let Jinghong go?"

Luo Suxuan's eyes subconsciously followed Fuchen to look in mid-air, and flew to snatch Fuchen.

Unexpectedly, in the next moment, Lin Mobai seemed to have thrown some junk.

He casually pushed Xiao Jing out, and the disciples who had come late behind him saw this, and with a bang, the long sword came out of its sheath, and stabbed Xiao Jing in the back of the heart.

That is to say, if Luo Suxuan wants to take the whisk, then Xiaojing will be pierced into a sieve by the blade.

If Luo Suxuan went to save Xiaojing, he would not be able to get Fuchen.

With such a burden as Lin Jinghong, whether it is to fetch Fuchen or save Xiaojing, it is extremely troublesome.

Regardless of whether Luo Suxuan got Fuchen or rescued Xiaojing, as long as he put down Lin Jinghong, he would be besieged and killed today.

Lin Mobai played a tricky game and completely regarded Xiaojing as a tool that could be used.

She didn't even think about it, if Luo Suxuan really didn't care about Xiaojing's life.

Then Xiao Jing would be stabbed into a sieve by the blade behind him.

He is an ordinary person with no cultivation base, it is absolutely impossible for him to survive.

In this short moment, Xiao Jing was pushed out like weightless.

There was the rustling of the wind in my ears, and the fallen leaves blown by the strong wind scraped against my cheeks, causing some stinging pain.

Everything seemed to freeze, and Xiaojing's eyes widened subconsciously.

The figure of Luo Su Xuanfei taking Fuchen was clearly reflected in his pupils, and became a nightmare that he could not get rid of for a long time in the future.

Abandoned, abandoned, because his life was worthless.

Be ignored, belittled, just because he is not important.

Lin Mobai said that being able to look a bit like Lin Jing was his luck in this life and also his greatest misfortune.

Xiao Jing didn't know how his eyes looked like Lin Jing.

He only knew that even if everyone gave up on him, he would never give up on himself easily.

He wants to live, but he doesn't want to die.

"Xiao Jing!"

Luo Suxuan put down Lin Jinghong, but his body flew up uncontrollably, he raised his hand to grab Fuchen, but his face subconsciously turned to Xiaojing.

He watched helplessly as there were several long swords lying behind Xiaojing.

Xiaojing will soon be turned into a sieve.

Luo Suxuan's eyes were shattered, and getting Lin Jing's whisk seemed insignificant at this moment.

He doesn't want Lin Jing's whisk, what he wants is Xiao Jing in front of him! ! !

He has never seen Lin Jing before, the person he cares about, pities, and wants to protect is obviously Xiaojing in front of him!

Seeing this, Lin Jinghong suddenly suffocated his breath, subconsciously stretched out his hand and roared: "Don't!!!"

Just when Xiaojing's body was about to be pierced by several sword blades, he froze in mid-air.

Xiao Jing exuded a strange stellar energy all over his body, and the blade stabbing at him from behind broke. Dozens of disciples were defeated and flew upside down, vomiting blood.

He slowly raised his head, showing a pale and beautiful face, and asked without any emotion: "Why was I the one who was abandoned? Don't you all have to consider my opinion before making a decision? "

"Xiao Jing!"

Luo Suxuan's pupils trembled violently, and he was about to fly towards Xiaojing, but Lin Mobai protected Lin Jinghong with one hand, and came to snatch Fuchen.

As a result, Luo Suxuan's feet seemed to be pinned, and he had no time to care about Xiaojing.

He thought to himself, Xiaojing's temper has always been gentle, and he is very simple and kind. Xiaojing believes everything he says, and he believes every word.

The big deal is that he can just coax Xiaojing afterward.

Now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it will be even more difficult to find Lin Jing's whisk in the future.

Luo Suxuan has no other thoughts, but only wants Xiao Jing to return to the original Lin Jing as soon as possible.

He can also use this to retrieve his lost memories for many years.

But in this way, the figure of several people scrambling for Fuchen completely appeared in front of Xiaojing.

Xiaojing's throat was very itchy, and the blood couldn't stop pouring up from the bottom of his throat. The original sword wound also burst due to the wound, and the blood soaked through his clothes, turning into a large area of ​​blood red.

He bent down uncomfortably, raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed violently, his emaciated shoulders trembled unceasingly, blood overflowed through his fingers, and dripped to the ground, and soon the small piece of grass beneath him seemed to have been covered for a while. A rain of blood.

But from the beginning to the end, Luo Suxuan never looked over.

He has been fighting with Lin Mobai for a whisk.

The dust whisk looks very ordinary, with an ebony handle and a slightly sparse yellow animal hair attached to the front end, which may be because it is often held in the hand and repeatedly played and rubbed.

The animal hair was combed very smoothly, but it lacked the color it should have.

I don't know why, it's obviously a dead object, but Xiaojing clearly feels that the whisk has been sealed for a long, long time, as if "dead", lifeless.

Lin Mobai protected Lin Jinghong with one hand, and flew up with a sword in his hand, but in a short while he passed no less than dozens of moves with Luo Suxuan, and he said sharply: "Luo Suxuan, what are you? Trying to get my hands on my second brother's magic weapon? Court death!"

"Who loses and who wins is unknown! Today, I will decide on this whisk!"

Luo Suxuan said with certainty and authenticity, regardless of Xiaojing still waiting below, all he wanted was to snatch Lin Jing's whisk.

Just when the two were fighting fiercely, they suddenly heard the sound of branches and leaves coming from a distance.

Everyone looked around, and saw a group of Wuji Daozong disciples Yujian walking.

The person in the lead is Shen Qingyuan!

Not only did he not die, but he chased after him, but his face looked very pale.

As soon as he landed, Shen Qingyuan said to the disciples behind him: "All disciples obey the order, arrest the evil Luo Suxuan, and don't care about life or death!"

With an order, hundreds of figures rushed forward with a whoosh.

Shen Qingyuan caught a glimpse of Xiaojing almost at a glance, and the moment he saw him, he was slightly taken aback, thinking to himself, this young man is blessed with great fate, and he is still alive after being struck by his sword.

The second reaction is that Luo Suxuan cares about this person very much, presumably the relationship is extraordinary.

Looking up again, he was surprised to see Luo Suxuan wounding Lin Mobai, and grabbed Fuchen.

If you read it correctly, that whisk should be the one in Lin Jing's hand.

Shen Qingyuan was quick to wit, raised his sword and pointed at Xiaojing's throat, and said sharply with Luo Su: "Put down Fuchen, and I will spare Xiaojing from death, otherwise..."

The long sword attached to Xiaojing's neck exerted a little force, and picked out a bloodstain on his throat, which was slowly oozing blood.

Luo Suxuan scolded sharply: "How dare you!"

Xiaojing's heart seemed to be gouged out by a human being, and then fell from a high altitude, turning into a pile of mud.

Eye sockets became astringent again, and she glanced at Shen Qingyuan in front of her, Xiaojing then turned her head to look at Luo Suxuan.

Just before that, he didn't seem to know anyone.

Xiaojing's eye sockets gradually turned red, and dense blood spots soon covered his eyeballs.

Shen Qingyuan was looking at the situation on the field, and he didn't care to stare at Xiaojing at all, waiting for him to react and something strange happened behind him.

Before he could turn around, he was sent flying by a burst of strong energy, and he fell to the ground and vomited blood.

"You...you are not an ordinary person! Who are you?!"

Xiaojing didn't speak, but just raised his hand to grab it, and the whisk buzzed, and his whole body glowed with unusually bright light.

Luo Suxuan's hand couldn't bear the righteous aura, so he let go of the whisk, and heard a bang, and the whisk spun several times at high speed in mid-air.

It fell straight into Xiaojing's palm.

The moment the old dust whisk fell into Xiaojing's hands, it seemed to come back to life, and it instantly washed away the lead and became smooth and soft.

It also made a "buzzing" sound, as if meeting a relative, trembling non-stop.

Shen Qingyuan fell to the ground in embarrassment, clutching his chest and coughing up blood, with a pale face, he looked at the young man holding the whisk in front of him in disbelief, and almost lost his ability to speak in an instant.

It took a while before he murmured to himself in a low voice: "This is... this is Lin Jing's whisk, he...how can he use it?"

Also full of shock, there were the other three people present. Lin Mobai's eyes became much darker. Looking at the young man with the whisk in his hand, he shook his head and said, "This is absolutely impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Lin Jinghong's eyes widened in shock, and he said in shock, "My second elder brother's whisk... is actually in Xiaojing's hands? It's impossible, impossible!"

Only Luo Suxuan didn't say a word, and suddenly flew forward, only a step away from Xiaojing, and said in a low voice: "Xiaojing, you follow me first! Things are not what you heard, I don't care about you, Xiaojing ! You give me a chance to explain!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to grab Xiaojing's wrist, trying to lead him away from the place first.

But before touching Xiaojing's sleeve, he dodged it directly.

Xiao Jing said expressionlessly: "Just to fight for such a whisk?"

Luo Suxuan called out tremblingly: "Xiaojing..."

"In your eyes, my life is not as good as this mere whisk?"

"Xiaojing, that's not the case!"

Of course not, Xiao Jing's life is of course very important, but if there is no whisk in hand, Xiao Jing is powerless, when will he recover his memory and return to the original Lin Jing?

Luo Suxuan said in a deep voice: "I know you heard everything, Xiao Jing, I can explain, I can beat or scold you, but now, you must come with me!"

"Don't go! He's holding my second brother's whisk! I won't let him go!"

Lin Jinghong said loudly, staring at the whisk in Xiaojing's hand with burning eyes, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "Xiaojing must not go with you!"

"Why, just because you want to stop me? It's too self-righteous!"

Luo Suxuan didn't take it seriously, sneered a few words, and raised his hand to grab Xiaojing's wrist, but Xiaojing refused to have the slightest touch with him.

With a flick of the whisk, with a whoosh, it slapped Luo Suxuan's chest fiercely. With just one blow, Luo Suxuan's blood surged, and his throat was also a bit salty.

"Xiaojing, come with me!"

Luo Suxuan still didn't give up, and stretched out his hand to Xiaojing, with blood overflowing between his teeth, he called again with a painful face: "Xiaojing!"

But Xiaojing turned a deaf ear, as if he didn't understand what Luo Suxuan was saying.

A strange aura emanated from his whole body, surrounding him in a circle.

Seeing this, Lin Mobai took a step forward and said: "He can't go with you, I have to take him back to the Lin family to see what kind of connection he has with my second brother!"

Lin Jinghong followed suit and said, "My second brother was born as a member of the Lin family, and died as a ghost of the Lin family. There is absolutely no way I will allow you to snatch my second brother's belongings!"

What they kept saying was that they couldn't take Fuchen away, and from the beginning to the end, they were the ones who wanted to abandon Xiaojing.

Now they are the ones who are stubborn and refuse to let Xiaojing go!

Xiaojing doesn't like them like this!

What do you think of him for calling him around for no reason?

A cat or a dog that no one wants on the street?

Just throw him a bone, and he has to beg for mercy in a servile manner?

Xiaojing can't do it, and he can't do it even if he dies.

Luo Suxuan couldn't bear the strong energy on the whisk, and he took a few steps back holding his chest before barely stopping. He raised his head, sweating, and said in a low voice: "Xiaojing, come with me, Hurry up!"

"Xiao Jing, don't go with him, he will kill you!"

Lin Jinghong dragged a broken arm, and shouted hoarsely, "Until I figure out who you are, you are not allowed to leave! Come back to Lin's house with me!"

"That Fuchen is my second brother's magic weapon. Except for meeting the master, it will definitely not be like this! You go back to the Lin family with me, and I want to take a good look. What is the relationship between you and my second brother who has been dead for many years! "

After saying that, Lin Mo Baifei stepped forward and raised his hand to catch Xiao Jing, even if he was dragged by force, he would bring him back to Lin Jian Villa.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Jing not only refused, but also hit him hard with a whisk. Lin Mobai hurriedly dodged sideways, but was still swept by the tail of the whisk to the back of his hand, leaving bloodstains.

"I'm not Lin Jing. My name is Chang Xuan. I'm a concubine from the Chang family in Nanyang. I'm not Lin Jing. From today on, don't call me Xiao Jing anymore!"

Xiaojing's face was expressionless, and the aura around him was getting stronger and stronger, and a gust of wind was blowing up, rattling like sharp knives.

For a while, sand and rocks flew, trees fell, smoke and dust billowed in front of my eyes, and I couldn't see the surrounding scenery clearly.

Seeing this, Shen Qingyuan propped himself up with his sword, stood up slowly, and looked at the young man in front of him standing in the center of the wind gust, exuding a strange aura all over his body.

The pupils trembled violently, the blood-stained lips kept trembling, and they wriggled for a long time without speaking.

The name was on his lips, and he couldn't say it out.

After a long while, Shen Qingyuan said in a hoarse voice: "None of you are allowed to take him away today, he is a member of my Wuji Dao Sect!"

After a pause, he staggered a few steps forward holding his sword, looked at Xiaojing, and said word by word: "Follow me back to Wuji Dao Sect, and I will take you back to see Master!"

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