The whole division is begging for my forgiveness

Lin Mobai took the opportunity to raise his right hand, and the magic weapon on his hand made a loud noise.

Standing in front of Xiaojing's forehead for a moment, Lin Mobai hesitated for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at Lin Jinghong lying unconscious on the couch in the cubicle from the corner of his eyes.

Now that the matter has been done for this sake, it's okay for Xiaojing to hate him or blame him in the future.

There is no way to stop.

The young master of the Lin family cannot live a life of mediocrity and mediocrity.

For Xiao Jing, mediocrity may be his best amulet.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

"Xiao Jing, don't be afraid. It won't hurt very much. I'll act quickly. When I wake up, everything will be over."

Lin Mobai comforted in a low voice, no longer hesitated, and directly separated Xiaojing's primordial spirit with a weapon.

Xiao Jing suddenly felt a splitting headache, like hundreds of thousands of chisels, gouging his skull at the same time, as if they were going to cut through his entire skull.

Even though he was holding back and refusing to groan in pain, the shattering screams still overflowed from between his clenched and bleeding teeth.

"You...you lied to me! You lied to me!! I'm going to kill you, ah!!! I'm going to kill you!"

Lin Mobai frowned, never expecting that Xiaojing still had the strength to struggle at this point.

In order to ensure that a trace of essence can be drawn out smoothly, Lin Mobai absolutely did not allow Xiaojing to struggle, and immediately raised his left hand, covering Xiaojing's mouth directly, and said in a low voice: "Don't scream! It's just to draw out your essence. Why are you in such pain?

But Xiaojing just felt so painful, trembling uncontrollably all over, only felt that his primordial spirit seemed to be sucked out alive.

Then someone used a sharp knife to cut his soul out little by little.

For a moment, Xiaojing felt as if he was being stabbed | Chi.

The unbearable pain should have been shouted out to vent it.But because Lin Mobai kept covering his mouth, he was not allowed to vent.

Lin Mobai may never be able to empathize with him, and he will not understand how painful it is for Xiaojing when he pumps Xiaojing's essence.

Lin Mobai would never know that this simple action of covering his mouth blocked all Xiaojing's resentment in his chest.

This pain, which is difficult to vent, is enough for Xiao Jing to lose ten years of life, and suffer physical and mental injuries.

"Hurry up, bear with it a little longer, it's because you've been moving around that you've suffered so much."

Lin Mobai said in a low voice, vigorous spiritual power poured into the magic weapon one after another, and then forcibly separated Xiaojing's soul from his body.

It's like using a knife to cut Xiaojing's flesh and chop his bones.

"It's strange...in your primordial spirit, how come there is a soul that doesn't belong to you..."

Lin Mobai frowned, he didn't think of Yue Wuchen, he just thought that this soul didn't belong to Xiaojing, but Chang Xuan's real soul.

"No wonder, your mind is so sinister, completely different from Lin Jing back then, that's why."

Mixed with a humble soul, it's no wonder Xiaojing is so abnormal.

Lin Mobai wanted to completely disperse the remaining soul of "Chang Xuan", when he lowered his head to see Xiao Jing's expression in pain, he thought for a while, and thought, if the soul of "Chang Xuan" was forcibly dispersed, it might belong to Lin Jing The soul will also completely dissipate.

He was not obsessed with it, but just borrowed a magic weapon, like a woman picking fruits and vegetables on the street, to forcibly separate Xiaojing's essence orifices.

Then divide it into strands, and then pick the best trace of essence.

How powerful the prosthetic arm is made depends on whether the essence used is pure or vigorous.

In this way, the prosthetic arm can be faked and fit perfectly with Lin Jinghong.

If the essence is strong enough, the arm made out of it will be even more powerful.

Not only will it not cause bad backlash, but it can also enhance one's own cultivation.

Lin Mobai said in his heart, anyway, the matter has been settled, so he will be cruel to the end.

Directly extract Xiaojing's best essence, maybe in this way, Xiaojing's cultivation speed will not be the same as before.

It also saves Lin Mobai from worrying all day long, always fearing that Xiaojing will become an enemy of Lin Jian Villa.

Even the effort of breaking Xiaojing's tendons in his hands and hamstrings was saved.

And this move is not easy to be discovered by others. If Xiaojing's soul is not drawn out, who will find that Xiaojing has lost a trace of essence.

After picking for a long time, Lin Mobai picked out the best strand of essence.

Two fingers pinched this fine orifice vainly, and the most painful moment came.

Lin Mobai wanted to directly draw out this strand of essence.

He had personally tried this kind of pain back then, and the pain was tantamount to pulling out a person's tendons.

It is the most painful in the world.

But there is no way out.

"Xiao Jing, don't worry, after the matter is completed, I will definitely deliver the most precious elixir of Lin Jian Villa to you."

After a pause, Lin Mobai covered Xiao Jing's mouth more forcefully, and turned his head away, refusing to look at Xiao Jing's red eyes, which were almost exactly the same as Lin Jing back then.

Suddenly pulled hard.

Then he heard the wooden frame making violent noises, and under the unbearable pain, Xiaojing actually cracked the four thousand catty talismans on his body, and the yellow talismans turned into flying ash inch by inch.

Lin Mobai felt a sudden heat in his palm, and turned his head to look in astonishment.

Blood overflowed from between his fingers covering Xiaojing's mouth tightly.

Tick ​​tock, dripping down the back of his hand to the ground.

The spell under his feet spun rapidly, and the blood was redder than cinnabar.

Lin Mobai only felt that the blood was unusually hot, and subconsciously withdrew his hand in panic.

From Xiaojing's mouth, he could see blood vomiting out.

The whole person trembled violently, his complexion was as pale as paper, not even a trace of blood remained.

In Lin Mobai's eyes, it gradually overlapped with the scene of Lin Mobai who was in a panic after being seriously injured.

Lin Mobai couldn't help calling softly: "Zhaoying?"

"Break love... cut love!"

Xiaojing was bound tightly by the spirit rope, blood flowed to his chin, and gradually stained the Taoist robe on his body, and he called in an inaudible voice: "Whisk! Whisk!"

But what is very disappointing is that Duanqing was thrown into the sword mound by Lin Mobai, and he couldn't get out at all.

Fuchen was also sealed in Daozong by Yue Wuchen.

If Daozong was very close to Linjian Villa, maybe Fuchen heard Xiaojing's call and could break through the seal on his own to save him.

But the mountains are high and the waters are far away, thousands of miles away.

Lin Mobai decided that no one could save Xiao Jing, so he did it to Xiao Jing.

"Don't struggle, the essence can't be out of the body for too long. I'll deal with it first, and I'll come to see you soon."

Lin Mobai was in a hurry to deal with the essence in his hand, he wanted to put Xiao Jing down first, but he was worried that Xiao Jing would go crazy and hurt others.

I'm afraid that no one will be able to control Xiaojing at that time.

I can only tie Xiaojing here for the time being.

Lin Mobai called a few disciples, and said in a deep voice: "Prison him, if you let him go, you don't have to live!"

The disciples hurriedly surrendered.

As soon as Lin Mobai left, Xiaojing began to struggle violently again, and it seemed that he was about to break free from the spirit rope.

Seeing this, the disciple hurriedly pasted a thousand catty amulet on his body.

But half of it was useless, and the Qianjin Talisman couldn't restrain Xiaojing at all.But in a moment, it turned into fly ash.

"No, it's not an option to go on like this!" One of the disciples said anxiously, "If you let him go, we will all die!"

"Then what should we do? The thousand catty talisman can't hold him down! If not, how about finding a few more spirit-binding ropes to tie it up?" Another disciple said.

"It doesn't work to bind the spirit rope. If you tie him for a while, you won't be able to tie him forever. The Patriarch doesn't know when he will come back. If not, just use this instead!"

The disciple raised his hand, and a pair of iron hooks appeared, and he said in a low voice, "Pass through his lute bone! It will temporarily seal his spiritual power!"

"This... but the owner didn't allow us to use iron hooks in private."

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, if people run away, we'll all die!" The disciple holding the iron hook said in a low voice, "Besides, if the Patriarch really cared about this Taoist priest, he wouldn't smoke him. Qiao, reshape the young master's arm!"

Others think it makes sense.

Anyway, if the iron hook pierces the lute bone, it won't kill anyone.

It's a big deal to feed a few panacea afterwards, and it will soon be back to normal.

"Chang Daoist, I'm sorry, we just obeyed orders, if you want to blame, you can only blame yourself for being blind, why did you meet our young master in the first place!"

"Quick, stop talking nonsense, the two of you hold him down, and I'll pierce his lute from behind!"

As soon as the words fell, two disciples came forward, one of them held Xiaojing's shoulder.

A disciple walked slowly behind Xiaojing with an iron hook.

The cold sweat on Xiaojing's forehead dripped down in big drops.

He just came here to offer a stick of incense to his dead mother for Lin Jing.

Originally, I also wanted to wander around in Gusu to relax.

I don't want to cause trouble.

However, the result of his forbearance all the time was that these people humiliated him more and more brazenly.

Now he has to use an iron hook to pierce his lute bone.

Xiaojing clenched his fists and muttered to himself in a low voice: "I'm sorry, brother, I really can't wait for you to pick me up."

Then the next moment, Xiaojing tried his best, and suddenly summoned his spiritual power to give him a strong shock.

The 28 golden needles pierced into the acupuncture points by Lin Mobai were forcefully forced out of the body by him, and flew out again.

Those three disciples couldn't dodge in time, they were pierced by the flying golden needles and fell down very quickly.

The spirit binding rope also snapped, and Xiaojing knelt down on the ground as if he was powerless.

The whole hall was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Xiaojing panted heavily, knowing that he might not be able to leave the Lin family in one piece.

Simply give it a go, maybe there is still a chance.

After thinking it over, Xiaojing propped himself up on the ground, stood up slowly, and stepped forward to draw out the disciple's waist sword saber.

He staggered towards the door step by step.

Only then did he open the door of the main hall, and before he had gone far, he bumped into a group of disciples of the Lin family.

They shouted loudly: "The owner of the family has his life! Stop the Taoist priest and prevent him from leaving Linjian Villa!"

With an order, dozens of figures approached.

Xiaojing clenched the blade of the sword with his right hand, tore off his sleeve with difficulty, and tied the hilt of the sword to his palm tightly.

Today, either these people died or Xiao Jing died!

All of a sudden, there were clashing sounds of swords and swords everywhere, and blood spattered.

As more and more people fell down, the Taoist robe on Xiaojing's body gradually became stained with blood.

There is a bloody road under the feet, and every step forward is a bloody footprint, with Xiaojing's blood and more blood of others.

The blade in Xiaojing's hand was cut with gaps, and blood flowed down the blade.

He didn't really want to kill people, he just cut the hands and feet of these disciples, making them unable to stand up and hold their swords, preventing him from leaving.

"Go away!"

From the corner of his eyes, Xiaojing saw another disciple pounced on him, raised his hand and blocked it with a sword.

The Fate Sword in his hand was overwhelmed, and broke in two with a clang.

After the long sword in the student's hand cut off the blade in Xiaojing's hand, not only did he not stop in time, but he slashed at Xiaojing's shoulder.

With a click, the blade cut deeply into Xiaojing's shoulder horizontally.

The pain made his cold sweat drip down, and the disciple didn't seem to expect that he would accidentally smash the blade into the Taoist priest's bone.

Shocked and terrified, the disciple shouted: "Quickly inform the Patriarch! Hurry up!"

"I tell you to go away!"

Xiao Jing waved the broken sword in his hand, and cut the clothes on the disciple's chest with one sword, leaving a long bloody gash.

The student quickly dodged, dropped the sword in his hand, and took a few steps back.

"Get out of here!"

Enduring the severe pain, Xiao Jing clenched the blade of the sword tightly on his shoulder, pulled it out of the bone with a snap, and threw it viciously into the distance, impartially, and just nailed it to the stone pillar not far away. up.

Those disciples looked at each other and seemed to realize that the Taoist priest in front of him was a tough one with too stubborn a temper, and he was afraid that he would not let him go without a fight.

Then there were a few clever ones who began to persuade each other with kind words in order to delay the time and wait for the Patriarch to arrive.

"We just obeyed orders and kept the Taoist priest. Why should the Taoist priest make things difficult for us? And hurt so many disciples?"

"Don't be impatient, Daoist. It's better to go down with us to bandage. This is a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding? Is it a misunderstanding? It all came out of your mouths." Xiaojing sneered and clenched the broken sword in his hand, "Now you keep saying that you have misunderstood, maybe you will change your words after meeting your Patriarch It is said that I have acted recklessly and killed innocent people indiscriminately."

Since he has never had the final say on reputation or reputation, even if he dies today, what can he do?

Do you want him to stay, like a pug, groveling, servilely begging for Lin Mobai's mercy?

Relying on Lin Mobai's breath to live?

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

"roll!"

Xiaojing swung his broken sword with fierce force, forcing the few remaining disciples back, and then flew away.

Seeing this, the disciples hurriedly shouted: "Quickly pull the spirit net! Stop people!"

Before the spirit-binding net was drawn, Xiaojing had already jumped onto the eaves, and Jue Jue's back quickly disappeared in place.

By the time Lin Mobai finally made Lin Jinghong's artificial arm, it was already too late.

All he could see was the blood dripping from the wooden frame that originally restrained Xiaojing.

The three corpses fell on the ground, and the golden needles that had been pierced into more than 20 acupuncture points on Xiaojing's body before seemed to be soaked in blood at this moment.

Lin Mobai clenched his fists, secretly thinking that it was not good, it seemed that Xiaojing had gone crazy, not only killing his disciples, but also absconding in fear of crime.

If Xiaojing appeared in front of Yue Wuchen with such a badly injured and embarrassed appearance, I'm afraid it would bring an unprecedented disaster to the Lin family!

Immediately ordered, no matter what method is used, Xiaojing must be captured.

After Xiaojing escaped from Lin's house overnight, his spiritual power was almost exhausted.

Holding a bloody broken sword in his hand, he hid all the way to Tibet.

Trying to drag his seriously injured body back to Daozong, asking for the protection of his master.

But Daozong is thousands of miles away from Gusu.

After Xiaojing lost his love, his spiritual power was almost exhausted, and he couldn't return to Daozong at all.

Fearing that the Lin family would catch up again, Xiao Jing didn't dare to stop for a moment, and walked into a dense forest in the dark.

The roars of wild beasts were everywhere around him, and he couldn't control it anymore.

He didn't even dare to stop and treat the wound.

He could only temporarily tear off a section of his sleeve, and first bandage the wound on his shoulder briefly.

Xiao Jing suddenly remembered that the small purple gold gourd Shen Qingyuan gave him contained a lot of pills.

Immediately, he reached out and touched his waist, and it was empty.

It should have been accidentally thrown in the Lin family during the fight in the Lin family.

Xiaojing's eyes were a little sore and uncomfortable, and he quickly raised his head to look up at the sky, holding back the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes.

He secretly told himself that from now on, he would never deal with anyone from the Lin family again.

He will not let Lin Mobai go, and he will never let him go.

Xiaojing suspected that Lin Mobai might not admit what he had done to Daozong, and he might even beat him up, slandering Xiaojing for killing innocent people indiscriminately, and absconding in fear of crime.

The current plan is to quickly inform Zhizong and let Master know that he has been greatly wronged in this matter.

Earlier, Xiaojing learned from Shen Qingyuan that Shen Qingyuan was going down the mountain to do something.

Although Shen Qingyuan didn't say where it was, he said that it was not too far from Gusu.

I don't know if I'm leaving now.

Can we meet Xiaojing again?

Xiaojing didn't like Shen Qingyuan very much in the past, and thought he was too cold and cruel.

For Lin Jinghong's safety, Shen Qingyuan stabbed him without saying a word.

But now, Xiao Jingshen knows that if he can really stop Shen Qingyuan in the middle of the road.

Instead, he could save his own life.

Shen Qingyuan will not let him go.

After thinking about this point clearly, Xiao Jingshen took a deep breath and did not dare to take the big road, for fear of being overtaken by the disciples of the Lin family.

You can only go as far as possible in the remote wilderness.

Until dawn, Xiaojing didn't even meet a single family.

On the contrary, because of tossing and tossing all night, both legs seemed to be filled with lead, and I couldn't walk anymore.

I can only hold on to the trunk and rest for a while.

Suddenly hearing the sound of branches stepping on leaves in the distance, Xiao Jing frowned, mistaking it for someone from the Lin family to catch up.

He immediately clenched the broken sword in his hand.

Looking up again, dozens of figures fell to the ground, uniformly wearing blue-colored imperial robes.On the right chest, seven bright stars are embroidered.

Not from the Lin family.

But this may be worse than being a member of the Lin family.

Seven Stars, Seven Star Pavilion.

The person who came was actually from the Seven Star Pavilion!

The leading man frowned and looked at the embarrassed Taoist priest in front of him. It was not difficult to recognize his identity from the blood-stained Taoist robe on the Taoist priest's body, and said in a low voice, "Are you... a disciple of the Wuji Taoist sect?"

Xiaojing didn't say a word, but clenched the broken sword in his hand more and more tightly.

Already ready to kill one more time.

"Why don't you speak? A disciple of Wuji Dao Sect, how could he appear here? Did he travel down the mountain?" The man's brows furrowed deeper, and he said in a deep voice.

Suddenly he thought of something, raised his hand and said to the disciple behind him: "Bring Chang Xuan's portrait!"

"Yes!"

The disciple behind him handed the portrait forward with both hands.

With a clatter, the man unfolded the portrait and compared it with the Taoist priest in front of him.

Although Chang Xuan was painted with paint and powder on the portrait, the outline of his face was still very clear.

It was indeed somewhat similar to the Taoist priest in front of him, but in order not to mistake him, the man called softly: "Chang Xuan?"

Seeing that the Taoist priest in front of him ignored him, he simply told the disciples on the left and right: "Go, wipe off the blood on his face, I want to see if he is Chang Xuan who killed my brother!"

It turned out that these people in front of them were really disciples of Seven Star Pavilion.

And the man who spoke was Qin Chao's elder brother.

I didn't expect that Xiaojing was chased all the way to the boundary of Gusu when he asked Xiaojing for his crime.

It seems that the people in the Seven Star Pavilion are afraid of the Wuji Dao Sect, but they are not afraid of Lin Jian Villa like Lin Jinghong said.

Seeing two people approaching him, Xiaojing swung his broken sword to block them away.

The breeze blew away the broken hair in front of Xiaojing's forehead, revealing that gorgeous face that the whole Nanyang is talking about.

"Okay, God help me, I actually met you here!" The man gritted his teeth and said every word, "You forced my brother to death in public, and I want you to be buried for him!"

"Come on, kill him!"

With an order, dozens of disciples rushed up with their swords in hand.

Xiao Jingshen breathed out, looked down at the broken sword in his hand, and thought bitterly at the corner of his mouth.

It turned out that Luo Suxuan said before that if Taoist disciples do not kill Taoist disciples, it is simply a lie.

In other words, these people never regarded him as a Taoist disciple from the bottom of their hearts.

Instead, it was regarded as the same crooked way as Luo Suxuan.

But Xiaojing thought that he didn't cause trouble outside, and he never thought of killing anyone.

But these people just wouldn't let him go.

Never let him go.

He wanted to beat and kill him, and turned over old scores again and again, using his background and all kinds of humiliation he had experienced to speak out.

Xiaojing originally thought that he didn't care about these things.

I thought I didn't care what other people think.

Only now did he realize that he cared.

It is the fault of others to maliciously slander his reputation!

He's just doing it for self-protection.He did nothing wrong!

"Not me! I did nothing wrong, I didn't!"

Xiao Jing didn't know where he got the strength all of a sudden, he cut open the wrist of a disciple who was rushing over with his sword, and waited for the opponent's sword to drop his hand.

Then he grabbed the opponent's neck and slammed into the air with one blow.

Xiao Jing seemed to be in a frenzy, and loudly defended his heart: "It wasn't me! I didn't kill anyone! From the beginning to the end, it was his own fault and responsibility. It's not my fault, it's not my fault!"

"How dare you say it's not your fault? What kind of status do you need me to remind you? A disciple from a small family with such a bad reputation has actually been worshiped by Yue Wuchen!"

The man sneered and said: "Who knows what kind of means you used to worship Daozong! I heard that you used to be the furnace of the evil Luo Suxuan?"

Xiaojing said loudly: "I'm not a furnace!!!"

He threw the disciple who was pinched in his hand violently.

The disciple flew backwards, hit the tree heavily, and fell to the ground vomiting blood.

When he rolled his eyes, there was no movement.

A disciple next to him sniffed the opponent's breath from the side, and suddenly shouted in horror: "This Taoist has killed a man!"

Xiaojing's anger still persisted, but he felt the anger surging up in his chest.

Why should he abide by the clear rules and precepts of Taoism.

Can't do this, can't do that.

Why can't he fight back when others humiliate him, hurt him, or kill him?

Why is this?

He came here to practice Taoism, not to suffer this kind of uselessness!

The rabbit is in a hurry and knows how to bite people, but he is a person, a real person!

A person with emotions, he is not a heartless piece of wood!

"Why should I be bullied by you? Why? I just killed someone, so what?"

Xiaojing gritted his teeth and said, his face became distorted, "I just want to kill you!"

"Okay! Then today I will kill you, a scourge, on the spot for the sake of Xuanmen! To save you from coming out and harming others!"

The man said coldly, flipped his right hand, and the long sword suddenly appeared, and he slashed at Xiaojing directly.

The blade doesn't look ordinary at first glance.

If it is said that Xiao Jing is in his heyday now, and he has a broken heart, even if he does not win today, he will not lose completely.

But Xiaojing was seriously injured and couldn't move, and he only had a scrapped broken sword in his hand!

Only one broken sword!

There is no way to win!

If no one came to rescue him, then Xiaojing really had no choice but to die!

Xiaojing showed no fear, thinking in his heart that he would not admit defeat even if he died, so he raised the broken sword with all his strength to meet him.

When the two swords met, the broken sword disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye, shattered into countless small pieces, and scattered on the ground.

The flying residue scratched Xiaojing's forehead.

Reflected in the eyes, a bright long sword.

When the tip of the sword was only an inch away from Xiaojing's throat.

Suddenly there was a sound of breaking wind coming from the side.

With a bang, he stood in front of Xiaojing.

The man was defeated, the tiger's mouth burst open and bled, and the blade almost fell out of his hand.

Clutching his right hand, which was almost numb to the point of no sensation, the man looked around vigilantly, gnashed his teeth and said, "Who is here? You are hiding like this, but you want to be an enemy of my Qixing Pavilion?"

Xiaojing looked at the sword blade lying in front of him, and suddenly understood something, raised his head and shouted at Lin Shenshen: "Luo Suxuan?!"

"it's me!"

Like a ghost, Luo Suxuan appeared in front of Xiaojing in an instant.

Supporting Xiao Jing with one hand, and grabbing the life sword floating in mid-air with the other.

Looking at Xiaojing's handsome face with pale blood, Luo Suxuan's eyes burst into fierce anger, and he said coldly: "They hurt you?"

Xiao Jing didn't speak, and gritted his teeth hard, so as not to be wronged enough to cry.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'll help you kill them all!"

Luo Suxuan gently pushed Xiaojing to the side and waited, then set up a barrier to protect Xiaojing in the center.

Then he turned around, and the blade was in his hand, emitting a brighter and sharper light.

"You guys are really shameless, what kind of decent family, don't you bully the few with the more?"

The man saw that it was Luo Suxuan who came, and immediately panicked, knowing that he was no match for Luo Suxuan at all with this little manpower.

After saying "wait and see", he immediately flew to escape.

But in the next moment, Luo Suxuan flashed in front of him and knocked him to the ground with a palm.

With a bang, Shengsheng smashed a not-so-shallow human pit on the ground.

Without waiting for the opponent to get up, Luo Suxuan flew to the ground, stepped on the opponent's head, and crushed it hard into the pit, blood gushing out.

With a click, the sound of the skull breaking resounded throughout the mountains.

"How dare you touch my person! I'm not willing to hurt him even an iota, who will allow you to touch him? Huh?"

Luo Suxuan stepped on it one by one, until the opponent's head was crushed like a watermelon, then he raised his foot in disgust, and said coldly: "It's really dirty!"

This move directly made the other disciples present dumbfounded, and after finally regaining their senses, all of them were scared out of their wits.

Like headless flies, they fled in all directions, shouting "help".

Without exception, they all died under Luo Suxuan's sword one by one.

But for a moment, corpses were scattered all over the surrounding area, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.

Luo Suxuan was worried that the blood on his hands would stain Xiaojing.

Wipe it clean with a handkerchief before daring to go over to help Xiaojing.

With a hand, Xiaojing couldn't help but groaned in pain.

Luo Suxuan didn't even know how to treat Xiaojing.

Holding Xiaojing, worried that Xiaojing would be in pain.

He didn't hold Xiaojing, but he was worried that Xiaojing would fall to the ground.

After a long time, Luo Suxuan said in a trembling voice: "What should I... do so that you don't feel hurt? Xiao Jing, it's my fault. I didn't protect you well."

"Please, come with me, okay? Don't stay in Xuanmen anymore. If you want to practice Taoism, I can teach you."

"I'll divide my cultivation into half...no, I'll give you all of it."

"As long as you come with me, there's nothing I can't do for you."

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Everyone is welcome to watch next, how the senior brother was martyred, how the eldest brother broke with Jinghong, how brothers killed each other, how the Lin family was destroyed, how the master blew himself up and died, and how Luo Suxuan licked Xiaojing.

In principle, except for the relationship between attack and object, everything else can be reversed.