Jin Shusheng was surrounded by the ghost district and others begging for a breakaway from the mountain, but he was very calm, and he was not in a hurry to answer, but quickly weighed in his mind, different choices, and various pros and cons that might bring him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was sure that Xi Mutong was dead, and even if these people took it back to Xingshan, all they would get would be a corpse. Since they will definitely not be able to do so, and the act of returning the mountain will help him, the lost immortal head, regain the hearts of the people, why not?

I had already thought about it so far, and then felt that Ling Xuanluo did not hesitate to let go of his arrogance and begged him with urgency, so I was even more sure that it was absolutely wise to give up the choice of being separated from the mountain.

But even if he has made a new trade-off between gains and losses, he is not willing to nod immediately. How can his heart that despises all things tolerate anyone who can easily get his wish and take advantage of him? If he doesn't toss these people to exhaustion, and then reluctantly become a good person, is he still a Jinshu saint?

No one can read his despicability, and everyone still thinks that the reason why he remains silent is that he is still planning to cling to the mountains in order to continue to imprison Xi Mutong.

Ling Xuanluo's heart was anxious, tears rolled in his eyes, and when he saw that he didn't let go, he could only plead again: "Everyone present should know very well how Xuanluo came to this world. For nearly a thousand years, Xuanluo was just a weak primordial god of Chi You, and it would be impossible to survive without the inner dan essence that his aunt left in the Ximu Lingzhu to raise. If it is said that the wolf mother of Dry Cow Mountain has the grace to raise me, then my aunt is the biological mother of infinite kindness to me. Hua Liuxian, I beg you, forget who my aunt and I used to be, just when we were a pair of mortal mothers and sons. As long as you are willing to let her leave the Fragmented Mountain and reunite our mother and son, I will swear to heaven that I will take her out of the Six Realms, go far, go to live that life without fighting with the world, and never appear in front of you again!"

He said it so emotionally, but Jin Shusheng was really like a stubborn stone, sitting motionless, and he didn't know how much he listened to those words just now.

What kind of attitude is this? The head of the ghost area was full of anger, and he pressed the knife on his waist, almost pulled it out, and slashed it over, but when he looked up at Jiang Nanjun, he was nervously hinting that he was calm, and he was busy and withdrew his hand.

Seeing that Jin Shusheng had no reaction, Ling Xuanluo became more and more anxious, climbed two steps forward with his hands on the ground, and added: "No matter how deep the grievances you and us have in the past, Xuanluo is willing to bear it alone, from now on, you let me be a slave and a servant, a cat or a dog, I will never disobey your will again, as long as you can let my aunt and uncle come out......"

Before he could finish speaking, another head knocked down, and this time he never stopped, and his forehead touched the hard stone in the dirt, and soon the blood flowed down the bridge of his high nose, dripping downward.

Except for Jin Shusheng, everyone else was moved and wanted to pull him up, but he blocked it with both arms, and no one was allowed to approach, only kowtowing to himself.

Jin Shusheng's invisible vision, he can not only see him, but also see Jiangnan Zimo who is standing not far away, and then think about the demon king who caused a wave of admiration at the oath ceremony, and the jealousy in his heart suddenly jumped up three feet high.

But what he was jealous of was not these three people, but his predecessor Xi Mutong. They are all fairy heads, why are they 108,000 miles away from her? They are all fairy heads, why does the whole world treat her as a flower, no matter life or death, there are thousands of people who are concerned, but she is not as cheap as a grass?

Jealousy can burn everything, including the only remaining nostalgia for Xi Mutong. Unable to suppress his hatred, he simply escalated his new decision: he wanted to announce her death at the same time as he agreed to return the Broken Mountain, and he wanted to make them appear to get what they wanted, but in fact they got nothing.

(To be continued.) )