"Kill it. ”

Three words, one life, is like a hanging mountain, and wants to block the wall of the door.

For the Lin siblings, Wan'er is more like a loyal sister and a playmate. If she is not Yun Ying's body, she can even be understood as a nurse. Although the Lin family siblings have cultivated for many years, they have not actually killed anyone, and it is hard to imagine that they can face this matter calmly and calmly drop the butcher's knife.

Relieved, Jusan Lang spoke his opinion and went out to meet the great enemy he needed to face.

It's Yilian who is relieved to be not Lin Tao, purely in terms of perseverance, my sister is much stronger than my younger brother, and even Thirteen Lang is difficult to find fault. Already smart and calm, Elaine has a ability and mind that her brother is far from matching, and the tragic change in the family path has brought this temperament advantage into full play, and finally let Mr. Eight Fingers make a choice, and Lin Ruhai, who is so stubborn that it is unreasonable, agrees with it, and she will preside over the overall situation of the future Flurry City.

Even so, it is still very difficult to let Yilian kill Wan'er with her own hands, especially when her father has a last wish, and she is destined to face her mother's doubts and even accusations in the future, this matter is not only difficult, but also cruel.

Is it because of Wan'er's identity?

There was no doubt that Lin Tao was turning this thought in his heart, although he didn't dare to say it. Mr. Eight Fingers has no doubt about his feelings for the spiritual realm, and naturally understands that the spiritual cultivator has painstakingly arranged for a baby to enter the Lin Mansion, and then found a way to let her identify herself, and finally is willing to betray the Lord and do vicious things, during which he does not know how much effort he has put in, how many years he has been in business, and even how many people have died.

In the face of such a meticulous work, in the face of such a poor woman, the object of his poisoning is the Lin family, who has a close relationship with him. If Mr. Eight Fingers were to handle it, what would he do?

Will he be able to do it? Will he let her go?

Suppose there is no answer. Lin Tao could only look at his sister with a blank eye, and at the same time he was thinking crankily in his heart. From his point of view. At this time, the most important thing is not to kill Wan'er to avenge her father, but to find out the truth and find out who is behind the scenes.

It is true that the Butterfly Flower is poison, but its essence is not enough to be fatal, and it would be biased to say that Lin Ruhai died at the hands of Wan'er. As for its effect, it is difficult to judge the purpose of the person who instructed Wan'er to poison it. In such a situation, Mr. Eight Fingers suggests, or orders Wan'er's death, and anyone will inevitably have doubts.

The biggest possibility is that he deliberately wanted to cover up the life of a weak woman. Disguise the real mastermind. From Thirteen Lang's point of view, it is normal to do this, and from Lin Tao's point of view, it is also normal to think like this.

The little young master didn't want to speculate about his teacher like this, but he grew up and couldn't help it. He may have such and such shortcomings, but he is not stupid anyway, and his face is inevitably a little ugly when he thinks of so many things quickly.

It was at this time. He saw that Yilian had calmed down a little, and then he raised his right palm and slashed it behind Wan'er who was kneeling on the ground without hesitation, completely shattering her heart.

"Wait"

The words did not fall. A terrible howl sounded in the bedroom, followed by eyes full of red and countless flashes of light. It was even accompanied by a few thunderous beast roars.

The upheaval that took place between several lightning and flint, and the fierce battles that decided life and death in the slightest. Several figures flying vertically and horizontally, with a desperate wail. Calm returned to the room.

The upheaval came too quickly, and it went too quickly, and it was over before the little master could react. Looking closely, the neat room was in a mess, and in the middle was a huge toad, with its long tongue stretched and stretched as if it was unfinished; the dumb aunt looked slightly tired, staring at the little young master's pale face with fiery red eyes, and there was a rare trace of emotion on the cold and lonely face.

Lin Tao understood that expression, and he was disappointed.

In the side corner, Wan'er's body shrank sharply, and in the blink of an eye, she turned into a dried corpse, and the flesh and essence of her body were gone, but she didn't know where it had fallen. In front of Lin Tao, Yilian fell to the ground with a pale face, her clothes were torn in several places, revealing the inner armor she was wearing closely, and there were traces of scorching corrosion on it.

Lin Tao knew the origin of that armor, which was the same as what he was wearing, it was all refined by the teacher himself, and the quality of the materials was excellent, even if it was activated without entering mana, the effect was comparable to that of a medium-grade magic weapon.

A ghost and a beast shot with all their might, Yilian still suffered several accidents, you can imagine how dangerous the situation is; if you expect Lin Tao to deal with it, not to mention whether the ability is enough, the first reaction will be three beats slower. In fact, if Elaine hadn't been trying to stop in front of the distracted little master, she wouldn't have fallen to such a point.

I'm not afraid of god-like opponents, I'm only afraid of pig-like teammates. The facts once again proved this sentence, in this short battle, Thirteen Lang didn't know if it was intentional, or took this opportunity to teach the sister and brother a lesson, and did not deal with it personally.

Whatever the reason, the result is in sight. Lin Tao's performance can only fail.

"Sister!"

The little young master hurriedly reached out to help, but was pushed away by Yilian and stood up by himself.

"Don't doubt the teacher. ”

"What?"

"Don't doubt the teacher. ”

Yilian looked at the little young master's face, her eyes seemed to penetrate her heart, and she said in a serious and even indifferent voice: "Any situation, forever." ”

Outside the house, a crowd of heroes gathered, the strong gathered, and the number of masters in Flurry City had already appeared, just waiting for Mr. Eight Fingers to appear, or the tripod in his hand.

The bitter-faced monk posed the most sufficient, his fat body sat steadily in the middle of the courtyard, and he found a chicken leg out of nowhere, and there was a bite to gnaw. Judging from his face, although the bitter appearance is enough to hide the joy and a trace of exhaustion, especially his lips appear dry, and his eyes are red, just like me who has sat in front of the computer and coded words for ten hours without blinking (okay, scold, no slapping in the face).

Catwoman crouched on the opposite roof like a cat, her pupils clearly visible in the night, matching her slender and agile figure, full of wildness and exuding a cold aura. The Blood Dance King possessed her, and the only person around her who could make her produce this kind of aura was the Bitter Face Buddha, but she didn't know Weishenme, she seemed to be a little jealous, and she didn't compete with it.

There were also a few people around, Lin Wanrong, Great Elder Shining. And the bell is fast. Beside Elder Sky Wolf stood a fresh-faced face, his iron-faced Tsing Yi body stretched straight. It should be a stand-in invited by Zhong Kuai.

There were also some monks from various tribes who came, but they didn't dare to go too far. Standing from the rooftop and watching from the sky. The common denominator is that everyone's eyes are a little red, and they look a little tired, as if they have gone through a hard battle.

The blood map lasted for about a stick of incense, and these monks seized the opportunity to watch and comprehend, and their mana spirit and even mental strength were consumed a lot. From the perspective of cultivation, the higher the realm, the greater the consumption, of course, the more information you see, and the more you perceive, it is not easy to judge, and it is related to understanding.

Just because the blood is alive doesn't mean you can pounce on it and snatch it. As a guiding treasure that has not yet been tamed in this realm, it has its own set of rules for choosing its master, and there is no way to force it unless it is cultivated to a level sufficient to subjugate it. This is also the reason why the Lin family has been able to preserve the blood tripod for hundreds of years, and everyone can maintain patience when the thirteen Lang takes the tripod.

If you want to get the blood tripod and become the only person who holds the tripod, you have to wait slowly, wait for Mr. Eight Fingers to succeed in winning the tripod, and then use all kinds of means to get him to hand it over. Other than that, there are no shortcuts. At the same time, everyone also understands that after tonight, the situation in Randance City will be truly determined. No matter who the blood tripod falls into, it is destined that a group of strong people will become the people of the attached tripod, but it is conceivable that without so many strong people, Flurry City will really be dominated by the academy. There is no longer anyone who is enough to interfere with its development.

There is only one thing left, who will Mr. Eight Fingers give to after he gets the Blood Ding. What happens after that.

With such and such thoughts, squeak. The door to the study opened, and Mr. Eight Fingers stepped out quietly. After a glance, his gaze fell on the face of the Bitter-faced Buddha and gave a fist.

"I've seen the master. ”

"Well, sir, it's hard work. ”

The monk was very satisfied with Thirteen Lang's actions, and with a hint of warmth on his bitter face, he asked confirmatively, "Got it?"

Shisanlang nodded slightly, spread out his left hand to reveal the small ding that was as quiet as his person, and replied, "Master, please look." ”

The master looks, everyone is watching, most people see the blood tripod for the first time, their expressions are inevitably a little shocked and puzzled, it is difficult to imagine that although the vicissitudes of life but can not see the slightest magic of the small tripod is the treasure that caused the change of the sky.

"It's it, it's it!"

The bitter-faced monk's eyes were blazing, and the expression on his face was agitated, and he wanted to pounce on it and hold it in his arms, and above the eaves, the catwoman's eyes flashed together, and the two colors alternated like gems, and then let out a cold snort.

Here's a reminder. For her, a reminder was enough, just like the low roar on the Dream Dance Pavilion back then.

"Good, you're doing a great job!"

The Bitter-faced Buddha was awakened by a cold snort, spread his right palm to reveal the palm of the heavenly bow, and said, "Take it, the monk will make a shot for you." ”

Seeing and talking differently, at the beginning of the boat, the bitter-faced monk refused to express his stance on the matter of the Blood Dance King, for fear of being used by Thirteen Lang. At this moment, he really saw the blood tripod, and in the face of the real thing that he was looking forward to but could not get, but now he was "at his fingertips", the monk finally opened the golden mouth and wanted to block a disaster for Thirteen Lang.

This is a gesture of goodwill, and it is also where strength and confidence lie. In front of so many people, the Buddha of Bitter Faces said that if he shot once, it would mean to save Thirteen Lang's life once. Daring to say this in front of the Blood Dancing King's eyes could almost be regarded as a provocation, or simply a demonstration.

Kind-hearted, sincere, in exchange for refusal, Thirteen Lang looked at the monk's face, and said sincerely: "This matter, the junior wants to deal with it himself." ”

"Deal with it yourself?" the monk was puzzled, and his face was slightly gloomy.

"One shot can't save a lifetime, and the younger generation wants to solve this matter once and for all. The master doesn't have to worry too much, the juniors know it. ”

After "appeasing" the monk, Thirteen Lang turned around without waiting for him to answer, looked at the catwoman who had stood up on the roof, and said four words in a row.

"You're the Blood Dancer, and the Blood Dance King isn't you. ”

"Old Black Man, like Catwoman, is your man. ”

"Wan'er is also your person, she is dead. ”

"I'm very familiar with Yamu, and I've heard him say two names: Blood to the Spirit, Mao Shang Dance. ”

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