The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

Hearing Mu Lingsang's words, Bai Lin trembled.

Fellow fellow... what does he mean by this?

Could it be that Master is also practicing the magic way, trying to use the power of evil spirits to make himself stronger?

impossible!

He looked up at the standing figure as clear as jasper, Mu Qinghe was dressed in white, even if it was stained with a little bit of filth, it would look extremely vicious!

But the atmosphere fell silent for an instant.

And the longer the silence, the more scared Bai Lin became.

……say something.

Bai Lin stared at Mu Qinghe's cloak, how he wished that the man could deny it and angrily reprimand Mu Lingsang for deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors!

Even... even just saying "no".

But he refused to say it.

"Master..."

At his feet, Mu Chengying was so weak that he was dying, and he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

Mu Qinghe frowned, the Demon Slayer Sword in his palm was already trembling to the extreme, and there was still a trace of unbearable in his cold voice.

"Lingsang, you shouldn't have forced me here..."

The sharp sword was drawn out of its sheath, and instantly turned into countless thorns of light and pierced directly towards Mu Lingsang's heart!

But his huge figure stood in place, motionless, and even kept provoking/provoking Mu Qinghe.

"You kill, Mu Qinghe, that's how you killed my parents and my beloved back then! You deserve to watch Immortal Hexuan die tragically, and you deserve to wear sackcloth and filial piety for them all your life. You are a mad and heinous bird/beast!!! "

His eye sockets were so wide that they almost burst open, making people feel horrified, Bai Lin couldn't help but find a tree to hide.

The expression on Mu Qinghe's face was slightly startled, he hesitated.

His sword had already pierced into Mu Lingsang's chest, seeing that the scene of black blood splattering that day was about to happen again, Bai Lin tightly closed his eyes.

But following Mu Lingsang's words, Jianfeng suddenly stopped in midair.

The practicer was tempted for a moment, and the Demon Slayer Sword once again lived up to its name.

"Mu Qinghe, what's the matter, you don't want to avenge your beloved disciple anymore? Aren't you a righteous man who slays demons?"

Faced with Mu Lingsang's repeated provocations, Mu Qinghe remained silent.

After a while, he withdrew his sword and clenched his other fist tightly.

"You go."

At this moment, as if she was sure that Mu Qinghe would not kill him again, Mu Lingsang became even more determined to continue standing and cursing.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Mu Qinghe stood still, and the sword energy of the Demon Slayer Sword swung, unexpectedly pushing him back more than ten feet.

The meaning of chasing customers is already obvious.

"Today you are no longer my Immortal Feather Sect disciple, the next time we meet, we will meet each other in battle." He coldly issued an ultimatum.

Immediately, the Devil Slaughter Sword let out a sharp howl, none of the monsters could bear the sound, Mu Lingsang had a headache, and finally ran away covering her head.

Knot...is it over?

Bai Lin came out from behind the tree where he was hiding, and immediately ran to the side of Mu Chengying, who was already lifeless. Mu Qinghe didn't move, he stood on the rock and looked at him, wondering what he was thinking.

His body was covered in blood, his breathing was weak, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Big brother, big brother!"

Bai Lin poked around Mu Chengying's neck with his fingers in fear.

His pulse almost showed no signs of beating, and his whole body was getting cold and stiff.

Are you dying?The senior brother, who is usually so approachable, is about to be plotted to die?

Eldest brother is also so kind and gentle, if he dies, there will be no cp to drink...

Bai Lin knelt on the ground for a long time, his face felt numb and his eyes were itchy.