"But now......"

Luo An'an slowly took out a porcelain bottle, stuffed the pill into Huiyi's mouth, and forced him to swallow it. Looking at Huiyi's frightened eyes, a certain pout: "It's not a medicine that kills you, don't be so afraid." ”

But then the sword in Luo An'an's right hand slashed lightly across Huiyi's body, and in a few seconds, hundreds of subtle wounds were slashed across his body.

“…… Hmmm!!"

Hui Yi suddenly rolled on the ground with a hideous face, but the next second he was blocked by Luo An'an, and he couldn't even move.

"How about the pain being magnified a thousand times?" An Baobao smiled very kindly, "It's a pity, if it weren't for the fear that you would commit suicide, I could have played something more painful for you." For example...... "itch".

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Luo An'an, and a certain one turned his head to look at the scarlet eyes and hateful gaze of the shovel officer.

"Lolo...... I'm going to kill him!" At this time, Mo Jiuxiao was both indifferent and bloodthirsty, and the hand that grabbed Luo An'an was trembling all the time, as if it was going to penetrate Hui Yi's body and pull out his heart in the next second. "I'm going to kill him now!!"

"Jiuqing. Luo An'an put away the spirit sword and held Mo Jiuxiao's hand: "When your illness is cured, Hui Yi will be at your disposal." Well, you're so excited right now. ”

Isn't it too excited, I can't help but show the demon side. It seems that the demon induced the shovel officer to recall the loss of his father and mother, which made Jiuqing angry and out of control.

Luo Anan hopes that the shovel officer will kill Huiyi when he is sober, otherwise this revenge will definitely be unhappy!

Hui Yi was sweating in pain, and sweat flowed into his eyes, and Zhe narrowed his eyes. At this time, Huiyi opened his mouth tremblingly, and looking at the shape of his mouth, he could see that he was saying the word "devil".

Luo An'an smiled even more happily this time, and said softly: "That's right, he Mo Jiuxiao is the son of Mo Chachen, and he is an out-and-out demon! But so what, you, a cultivator, will still die in the hands of the devil, and you will die very miserably." ”

After speaking, Luo An'an kicked Hui Yi one by one, dead bald donkey, and dared to criticize my family's Jiuqing's life experience when he was dying!

Fengxue pulled Hui Yi aside with great discernment, and let Luo Anan concentrate on coaxing Mo Jiuxiao, who was bent on killing.

Yan Xiaoer looked at his eldest brother in pain rather distressed, and after a while, he still couldn't help but say: "Lord Youhe, why don't I wash this Zen sect in blood and vent my anger for my eldest brother!"

"There's no need. Luo An stepped on his feet and hugged the shovel officer, sighed and said: "Very few Zen Buddhist cultivators who participated in framing the Tianmen Sect have already been killed, and now the remaining ones are almost dead." What's more, as long as there is no Huiyi, even if I don't do anything, they will kill each other for the head of the house. In this case, we don't have to touch the killing and dirty our hands. ”

The most important thing is that killing those Buddha cultivators who shouldn't be killed will definitely count the pot on the shovel, so why bother?

Under Luo An'an's soft comfort, Mo Jiuxiao's snow eyes finally faded, but the whole person also fell on Luo An'an's body like a loss of strength.

An Baobao safely caught the shovel officer, and said to Feng Xue casually: "Feng Xue, go and call Song Lian." ”

Because Yan Xiaoer's enchantment was blocked, those Buddhist cultivators were all blocked outside the Buddha hall at this time, and they didn't know what was going on inside if they couldn't enter. But suddenly, Luo You and the strange monk beside him walked out and waved Song Lian in.

At this moment, the eyes of the rest of the people looking at Song Lian suddenly changed, and Song Lian himself was only confused.

"Song Lian, do you want to be the head of Zen Buddhism?"