"Take them all to the Yellow Prison. Jin Lin looked at the two of them angrily for a while, then waved his sleeves and turned around, snorting in hatred.

The people around seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and as soon as the words fell, four people began to enter the door from all directions, walking in unison.

There is no need for Jin Lin to speak again, but the direction of his eyes determines the goal, and the deep meaning in his eyes is already clear to these law enforcers who have been trained for many years.

Sixteen men were dressed in black tights with scarlet tweed straps around their wrists and ankles. The leading executor grabbed Pang Cao, and the words in his mouth seemed to have been stored in advance.

The tone is neither salty nor light, neither intimate nor raw, making people unsure of what kind of thoughts these Red Cloud executors have.

Even if you want to give a gift, I'm afraid you will have to worry about it for more than half a year, and these red clouds and oil and salt will not enter, so if you commit a crime in the sect, you don't expect these people to be accommodating at all.

Pang Cao's expression was natural, he didn't look particularly distressed, he sometimes gave people short heels, but he didn't expect it to be so unusual at this time.

Wei Jiu didn't dare to disobey, his body posture was still lying on the ground, he glanced in the direction of Pang Cao, and a strange feeling crossed his heart.

Maybe I underestimated this person in the past, and looked at the tiger's brain, but in fact, people's minds are not bad at all, and they are so careful, thinking about him, and they are also so responsible, and they are not afraid of punishment.

The few people led by Hongyun took Pang Cao and Wei Jiu away.

For a while, most of the people were gone, and Jin Lin, who was used to being quiet, also felt a little at a loss in his heart.

How could it be like this, he crouched on the side of the bed and watched Linfeng.

He vaguely understood his subordinates in his heart, his subordinates he understood, and he smiled self-deprecatingly.

The devil is indeed the devil, and his bloodthirsty nature is already in his bones, and only the pleasure that plunder can bring.

He looked at his somewhat pale hand, his left hand clenching his trembling right hand with some nervous restraint.

A little sweat droplet out of his forehead, and he gasped for breath in a suppressed manner. He frowned at his handsome eyebrows, his brows constricted, as if something was wrapped around him.

"Ahh

He clasped his hands to his temples, which pricked his nerves and prevented him from thinking.

Some not-so-good memories surfaced, and the faces of those people who died tragically were reflected in his heart.

"You're a monster!"

"I'm not, I'm not!"

"Look at your eyes, it's really ugly, you are a bad omen. ”

"Do you know what is the reason why you have a noble status and are not as good as a subordinate in the end?"

The man grinned fiercely and poked his fingers everywhere, leaving him with nowhere to run.

"You'd better die early than you live!" the men threw rotten eggs and tomatoes at him.

The rancid smell of rotten eggs lingered around him, and his expression gradually changed from fear to anger and resentment.

Why, why, he didn't do anything, why say that he is an ominous person.

He resents, he hates, he is angry, he is mad.

He leapt to his feet and pounced on the people who were talking badly to him.

Biting off a large piece of flesh from the man's neck, the man shouted hoarsely, rolling on the ground in pain, his right hand trembling a little or pointing straight at him, "You, you, you, I dare to bite too!"

"Phew. He spat out the rust-smelling flesh in one gulp, and he burst out laughing, chilling in a chilling way.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes seemed to be full of spirits, bright and intoxicating, just looking into his eyes, it made people feel like they had drunk old wine, intoxicated, and unable to move their steps.

He looked at the person who had been cursing at him, and in the eyes of the other party, he seemed to slow down the camera and walk towards him step by step.

He admitted that Jin Lin's face was too bewitching, so bewitching that it made people stagnate at first, and then a sense of fear rose in his heart.

"Don't, don't, don't come here!"

"What do you want to do!" the man moved back in fear.

"Die!" Jin Lin was still young, he was young, but he was fed up with such torture, swearing, such a double blow of body and mind, time accumulated, stimulated, and his heart became distorted day by day.

He pulled out the dagger in his arms and stabbed the man in the chest, blood spraying him all over the face.

"Then I won't show you anything, I've had enough of your torture of me!" he smiled brighter and brighter, but it made people shudder.

He threw his dagger and curled up in the corner, hugging himself, trembling with fear.

He didn't know when it became like this, and when he usually asked his father, his father just smiled lovingly and said that his mother had something to do and was not at home.

In fact, the nurse treated him well, and gave him motherly care, and when he could walk, he overheard ......

"If it weren't for the high salary, who would want to serve that strange boy with different pupils?"

"yes, those eyes are just looking at people. ”

"Sue you, when his mother gave birth to him, she died in childbirth!"

"Sure enough, it's an ominous person. ”

"Hey, we're juniors in the market, we can't afford to provoke this disaster, so let's stay away. ”

"Yes, yes, the farther away the better. ”

As time went on, he gradually understood a lot, those people treated him politely on the surface, but privately they didn't know how ugly to say about him.

One day, the nurse brought a bowl of ginseng tea, her expression looked uneasy, there were even sweat droplets oozing from her forehead, and the hand holding the tray trembled slightly.

Jin Lin narrowed his eyes, taking in the other party's expression, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Your Highness, please drink ginseng tea. ”

"Oh, I'll give you this ginseng tea. ”

As soon as the words fell, the nurse's expression turned much whiter.

"What?" Jin Lin raised his eyebrows and looked at her panicked expression, he was obviously just a teenager, walking step by step, but people felt invisibly cold. He stared at her, clinging to his ear, muffling his voice. "Sue me who instigated. ”

The nurse's pupils shrank and she looked at him in shock. "This, this ......" Soon the nurse shut up and kept her mouth shut.

"Someone. ”

"Yes. ”

"Hold her for me. Soon someone came and took the nurse. Jin Lin directly pinched her chin fiercely, and poured the ginseng tea into it one by one, the nurse struggled, the soup overflowed, and some of it was sprinkled into her neck.

"Ahem, don't, don't. She choked and struggled.

After a while, the nurse's face turned black, her lips turned purple, and she trembled, as if she had lost her breath, and lay on her side on the ground.

From then on, everyone was afraid of him like a snake and scorpion, but the advantage was that there would not be some people who did not want to eat and drink him, and if there was, let him taste it himself.

He will also give others the opportunity to be honest about who is behind it, and if he says that he will stay alive, if he doesn't say it, he will naturally not stay.

For a long time, he didn't feel very comfortable confessing his feelings to others.

In addition to the shadow in his heart brought by the past, he is not a bad person in nature, humble and gentle, easy to get along with, and he is also very capable, and he can handle the things that his father explained at the beginning.

Maybe God was generous to him, it gave him a good skin, so that he almost did not suffer any setbacks in appearance, except for his eyes, many people saw him at a glance and were amazed by him.

It was as if the sun was shining into people's hearts, sweeping away all the gloom.

Perhaps he was destined to be alone.

He was bullied until he was eight years old, and then he inadvertently met a master and taught him martial arts.

He also knew in his heart that it was an evil work, a harmful thing, but he had no choice.

When others saw him, they would only avoid him because of his different pupils, let alone communicate and teach martial arts.

Only the original master never disliked him, and was very patient and taught him little by little.

He was very grateful to the master. In fact, the practice is not so important, the evil path is the right path, the important thing is how people use it.

What happened later made him feel that he was still too naïve, it turned out that there were some things, sincerely, and I couldn't help you.

He hid his face with one hand, trying to let go of those scenes.

But the more I want to get rid of it, the deeper I get entangled.

"Brother Lin. A bright woman dressed in goose yellow walked towards him with the little flower in her hand.

"Don't come here. ”

"Why?"

"I said don't come here, the current Brother Lin is terrible. ”

"I'm not afraid. ”

At that time, he felt sad for a long time, everything has a price behind him, he can be strong enough to hurt people with poison, but he didn't expect that one day, his poison will also hurt his cherished sister.

He hugged her little pale face, and he was no longer popular.

That will be the primary level of his exercises, and he can't control the poison power, and once it leaks, it will be an indiscriminate attack power.

Sometimes he is even a little desperate, is he as those subordinates said at the beginning, he is destined to be an ominous person, and will only bring bad luck to people.

When he didn't become the sect leader, he had a close partner, and the two of them had a good relationship.

"Mingyu ......," he whispered.

He didn't dare to think about it, those thoughts seemed to be inexpelling, and they were flooding him with mountains.

It would have been an excellent day, and he and Mingyu hugged each other.

The next day, he saw Mingyu lying in his arms covered in blood. He looked in disbelief, his hands covered in blood.

As if it wasn't a hand, it was a life-chaser from the region.

"Mingyu, Mingyu...... Why is all this?!" The other party spat out a mouthful of blood, and his hand trembled and touched his face.

"I'm fine, Jin Lin. He coughed again. "I'm satisfied to die in your arms. ”

"Jin Lin, I can't bear you,...... I hope you, I hope you, you will be okay in the future. Don't be upset, listen to me, you'll be fine later. As if he had taken his last breath, Mingyu seemed to be relieved, closed his eyes, and looked very peaceful, without any regrets.

When Jin Lin thought of this, his expression became frightened, such a self, I'm afraid, I am afraid that it is too difficult to join hands with others.

He cowered in the corner, looking at the man on the bed with some nostalgia in his eyes, both hopeful and desperate.