Back then, Yang Jiumei's cultivation talent aroused Ling Xinmu's jealousy, resulting in the tragic death of the lotus picker. In order to survive, in order to show her surrender to Ling Xinmu and dispel her jealousy, she deliberately wasted her cultivation and caused trouble, becoming an arrogant, simple-minded, and bullying waste material in the eyes of everyone.

However, now, even she can't tell which is the real self. Perhaps, if you do something for too long, it will really become like that. She has never even killed a fish, but now it is commonplace to kill people, with knives in her hands, and no one can be ruthless.

In the face of Yang Jiumei's repeated demagoguery, Yang Duyan looked cold and said mercilessly: "Senior sister, I advise you to keep to yourself and not be whimsical. Shape up or ship out! After saying that, he turned around and left quickly without hesitation.

Yang Jiumei's eyes looked at Yang Duyan's distant back with dark eyes, and the corners of her mouth slowly hooked up a strange smile, since it couldn't be used by her, it could only be destroyed. It's a pity that a good chess piece was wasted.

Deep in the mountains behind Qinghe Town, a fair-skinned and handsome young man leaned against a pine tree and closed his eyes to recuperate. His face was unusually pale, his clothes were ragged, his left arm was mutilated, and there was a dazzling blood stain on the corner of his mouth.

The bright moonlight shone silently on his face, making his skin more and more pale and fragile.

Suddenly, the young man opened his eyes violently, and instantly jumped up from the ground, like a beast with sensitive sense, and quickly fled deeper into the mountains and forests.

After Yang Kaitian shook off Yang Duyan, he walked into the back mountain of Qinghe Town alone, his divine sense was released, and he carefully searched the entire mountain forest little by little.

On the other side, Lin Yu, who promised Song Qingli in the inn that he would never act rashly, reappeared in the mountain behind Qinghe Town.

She walked under the pine tree that Han Jingmo had leaned on when he was resting before, raised her left hand, and the palm sword in her palm flashed red, and instantly threw out a little white wolf.

"Idiot! What about the people you're talking about? Lin Yu raised his eyebrows, looked at the little white wolf with a confused face, and asked deliberately arrogantly.

The little white wolf propped up on all fours, cocked his buttocks, stretched deeply, then shook his head, walked unhurriedly under the pine tree and sniffed, and snorted: "You are a fool!" He grew legs, so naturally he ran! ”

"Not good! Come on! Lin Yu mentioned that the little white wolf quickly went in the direction of Han Jingmo's escape.

She faintly felt a coercion from the mighty, and with the experience of the previous life, she guessed that Yang Kaitian had probably already begun to search the mountain! If that hypocritical old puppet finds out that she is here, I'm afraid he will really kill her!

"Stupid woman! Put me down! The little white wolf kicked on all four legs, rolled his eyes, and snorted angrily: "I can run much faster than you, don't drag me down!" ”

Lin Yu's face suddenly turned black when she heard this, and in a hurry, she actually forgot the race of this little white-eyed wolf. This little white-eyed wolf's race is one of the most popular mounts in the cultivation realm, the Wind Wolf.

The Wind Wolf is not only fast, but also gorgeous and handsome in appearance, and has an extraordinary temperament.

The adult wind wolf, the body can reach three people tall, the hair is long and snow-white, the eyes are sharp, and the temperament is noble, and it is favored by the children of the family who boast of their identity.

And the speed of the Wind Wolf is even more amazing, let alone running, even if the sword flies, it can't catch up with the Wind Wolf.