Him and It_Mrs. Lianhe【Complete】(565)
After a second thought, he had another brilliant idea.
Only the people she trusts the most can approach the secret place where Teacher Zu retreats. So, who is the person she trusts the most?
Zhenyang shifted his gaze and looked at the thin and pale Jin Cuixu.
He smiled triumphantly.
Within a few days, Jin Cuixu heard a piece of news that went viral outside.
An important treasure was born in Beihai. Legend has it that it is extremely suitable for high-level monks to break through. This has attracted various sects to compete for it.
Her despairing state of mind suddenly lit up with a bright flame.
Granduncle...Grandma, my grandma! I can help her, I'm useful, I can help her!
She almost knelt down and begged Zhenyang to let him fight for that important North Sea treasure and give it to her great uncle to help her.
Zhenyang smiled slowly, and after he had enjoyed enough benefits from Jin Cuixu, he slowly told her that there was no need to rush, he had already sent almost all the Jindan-level elders in the sect.
After a "cruel fight", the treasure was recovered as expected, but it turned out to be a small green tree, like a jade sculpture, exquisite and cute, exuding a rich and tangy fragrance.
Everyone praised it as a good treasure. When Jin Cuixu smelled the fragrance, she felt refreshed and full of energy, which made her even more convinced.
Yan Huan whispered: "Tianji Tree, it is not easy to find this thing in the small world."
Liu Fuguang looked solemn and said nothing.
As much as you lose, you gain as much as you gain; as much as you gain, you lose as much. The balance and truth of the way of heaven are all revealed in the tree of heavenly secrets.
Jin Cuixu was over-replenished and felt full of spiritual energy after smelling the aroma of the tree. Others smelled it and endured the show. As for putting it in the secret room where Yuanying retreats, it will cause Yuanying to lose its true energy and die miserably!
"Now," Zhenyang looked pale and tried his best to close his seven orifices to prevent Jin Cuixu from seeing the clues, "who can get close to Master's secret retreat?"
Jin Cuixu felt relieved and said with a smile: "Let me go, I can put the heavy treasure in front of my uncle's door, so that she can smell the fragrance of the treasure."
Zhenyang held up her palms and laughed: "Yingchan is so ambitious! Then, go ahead!"
Liu Fuguang turned his face and almost couldn't bear to look anymore.
Yan Huan stared intently, devouring these negative sins like a hungry beast sucking warm blood.
Then, Liu Fuguang heard many voices.
Most of them were Jin Cuixu's voices, the cries of collapse, the screams of rage, and the grief-stricken twitching sounds from his throat. She became Zhenyang's accomplice, and it was she who... killed the person who loved her the most in the world.
She hit a dead end of despair. She wanted to kill Zhenyang, so why not kill herself first? Maybe she could kill Zhenyang first and then die to apologize, but what would be the point of that?
Luo Xian Guan is also an accomplice. The place she regarded as her home has now become a bad land where murderers gather. Zhen Yang’s power tentacles are entrenched here. Everything is under his control. She has nowhere to escape and no way out. Can be withdrawn.
She seemed to be dead.
Time stands still.
Yan Huan and Liu Fuguang both stood where they were and did not step forward.
"This time, she has to rely on herself." Yan Huan said, "No one else can help her."
Liu Fuguang agreed silently.
Time stopped for an unknown amount of time, and Jin Cuixu kept spinning in her own world. She muttered to herself, talking to herself as if in her sleep, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, sometimes calling her grandma with tears, sometimes screaming and begging Zhenyang not to come... She used her nails to draw bloody paths on her body, counting every hour. , just draw a line.
Just when one hundred and seventy-one lines were drawn, Jin Cuixu suddenly stopped.
Her eyes were originally dead and gray, but now they slowly gathered a glimmer of light.
She chuckled.
Even a blind person can see at this moment that her whole body and mind are filled with the word "revenge"!
Time begins to flow again.
She changed, began to become attached to Zhenyang, and began to become the kind of person she least understood before. She paralyzes Zhenyang's wariness, seizes power from him quietly, and arranges her own chess game. Her talent for cultivation was entirely used to absorb conspiracy and despicable power.
Unplugging Zhenyang's power and filling her own manpower, she did it with ease and as smoothly as instinct. Zhenyang was unaware that the positions of hunter and prey had long been reversed. He was still indulged in the gentle coaxing, unable to extricate himself from the taste of victory.
On the day Zhenyang died, Jin Cuixu bloodbathed Luoxian Temple at the same time.
The whole house was full of people, and she piled them all in front of the secret place. She grabbed Zhenyang's bloody scalp and made this lump of flesh, which was not human but still struggling to live, kneel at the closed door. She closed her spiritual orifice and reacted. His nose and eyes will be pressed to the Tianji tree.
After a moment, Zhenyang let out a vague cry, and the skin and flesh all over his body shrank, instantly withered and turned gray. The energy all over his body was dissipated in an uproar, and all the creatures withered into a pile of dry ashes.
It turns out that this is how Uncle Master died.
Jin Cuixu laughed twice, then twice again. She looked at the door of the secret place, stretched her hand again and again, but still did not have the courage to open the door.
She knelt on the ground and kowtowed ten times until her forehead bled. Then she stood up and left resolutely.
The sun and the moon go by, and the years fly by.
Liu Fuguang and Yan Huan were watching here. In their senses, time had only disappeared for a few minutes, but when Jin Cuixu came back, he was already at the level of Jin Dan.
She is thinner, but also more capable and sharper. She stood in front of the closed door, still not having the courage to push it open, so she knelt down and kowtowed ten times before leaving.
Then came Nascent Soul, Distraction, Refining the Void, and Hedao... Every time she came, her realm and strength became stronger than before, and she became more taciturn and solemn.
Naturally, she had never had the courage to open this door. After ten kowtows as usual, she got up and left.
She walked more hurriedly every time, not even daring to say a single unnecessary word. Her tears turned into blood in her heart, and the blood formed scabs.
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