Yang Zhentian has been following Le Kongming since he was a teenager when he practiced qi, and in these hundred years, he thought that he was the person who knew Le Kongming in the world, but it wasn't until he heard the description of the blood-clothed cultivator that Yang Zhentian knew that his understanding of the landlord Le Kongming was too limited.

Yang Zhentian never imagined that Lou, whom he had always admired, would actually do something to design and kill the disciples of the sect for the sake of his beloved son! This kind of thing is completely contrary to the concept that the landlord has been teaching him for a long time to do his best for the sect and die.

Thinking about what the landlord said to him all along, the words of the young master of salvation are completely for the future of the sect. Yang Zhentian suddenly became a little confused at this moment. He didn't know whether the task he was willing to give his life to complete was for the future of Cangyin Lou, or just for the love of Le Kongming's son.

Under this overwhelmed state of mind, Yang Zhentian couldn't help but take his eyes off the blood-clothed cultivator's body and look at his hands and feet, which had been completely broken.

The blood-clothed cultivator was stunned when he saw Yang Zhentian staring at his broken hands and feet, and after a little thought, he still didn't make a sneak attack at the first time, but asked in words with spiritual power:

"Yang Zhentian, now you should understand that whether it is us white-clothed puppets, or that Bailing real person, or even including you Yang Zhentian, in the eyes of Nale Kongming, they are just some chess pieces that can be discarded casually.

In Le Kongming's heart, I'm afraid that the entire Cangyin Building is not as important as his son alone.

Is it still worth your allegiance to such a person?"

Hearing the words of the blood-clothed cultivator, Yang Zhentian did not respond for a long time.

When Yang Zhentian was reminiscing about the past alone, a gust of howling wind pushed layers of yellow sand to the two of them.

It wasn't until the flying yellow sand covered a thick layer at the feet of the two that a ray of light flashed in Yang Zhentian's eyes again, and he slowly spoke as if he understood something, saying:

"Twelve, you go and tear some long cloth and thick clothing from those corpses to make a simple cushion that can be pulled by a long belt.

Now that my legs are useless and my mobility is incapacitated, before I find a more suitable means of transportation, you can temporarily pull me out of this sandbar realm. ”

Hearing that Yang Zhentian actually said such a paragraph, the blood-clothed puppet frowned slightly, and then asked slowly:

"There's nothing wrong with pulling you forward, but I want to know where you're headed?"

When Yang Zhentian heard this, he raised his head, stared at the eyes of the blood-clothed puppet, and said firmly:

"The plan remains the same, rescue the young master!"

Hearing Yang Zhentian's answer, the blood-clothed cultivator's brows furrowed even deeper, and he asked as if he was a little puzzled:

"Knowing all this, you are still willing to risk your life to rescue Nale Kongming's son?

Are you sincere, or do you still not believe what I just said?"

Hearing the blood-clothed cultivator's inquiry, Yang Zhentian shook his head slowly, and then, he said in a somewhat indifferent but unusually firm tone:

"Twelfth, you may not know, don't look at me Yang Zhentian now has the cultivation of the Jindan stage, but in fact, my cultivation talent is not high. If I hadn't met the landlord since I was a child, I'm afraid I would only be an ordinary disciple in the Qi cultivation period for the rest of my life. ”

Speaking of this, Yang Zhentian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and said with some self-deprecation:

"Now that I think about it, if I count the lives of a Qi cultivation period cultivator for a hundred years at most, I'm afraid that I am already a pile of loess in the grave where I have never met the landlord, and how can I still have everything now.

So, Twelve, it doesn't matter to me whether your words are true or not. No matter what the landlord has done, but for me Yang Zhentian, completing the task and rescuing the young master is the last thing that I, Yang Zhentian, can repay the landlord's great kindness in this life. ”

Hearing Yang Zhentian say this, a solemn expression appeared on the blood-clothed cultivator's face, and he muttered for a while before speaking again

"Yang Zhentian, do you remember?

When our ten white-clothed puppets had completed the second trial of killing their relatives and friends, you congratulated Le Kong:

We puppets don't know how to hesitate, we don't know how to fear, and we don't have any human feelings. Our ten white-clothed puppets will definitely replace the killers of Shadow Moon Stream and become the most terrifying people in the world.

I have always remembered this passage of yours, and once upon a time, I very much agreed with your last comment.

But it wasn't until this moment that I realized that what you said was not right. Emotionally unscrupulous puppets like us are not really scary at all, and the most scarious people are those who know how to take advantage of other people's feelings. ”

Speaking of this, the blood-clothed cultivator stared at Yang Zhentian and said coldly:

"Know how to decorate yourself with hypocrisy, know how to brainwash others with friendship, and even at the moment when all the truth is revealed, you can make others die willingly!

This kind of talent is really amazing, this kind of talent is the most terrible person in the world. ”

Yang Zhentian listened to the words that the blood-clothed cultivator seemed to be referring to, and he instinctively spoke with some shame

"Twelve, you... ”

It's a pity that before Yang Zhentian could continue, the blood-clothed cultivator rarely raised his hand to interrupt him, and even interjected directly:

"Yang Zhentian, since just now, you have been calling me on the twelfth, twelfth. Maybe in your mind, I'm just a puppet in white.

Originally, I didn't plan to deal with you, after all, there is nothing wrong with you, I do not have the feelings that a human being should have, and there is nothing wrong with you treating me as a puppet.

But at this moment, I really want to ask you, compared to me now, who is more like a puppet in the eyes of Le Kongming?"

Hearing the last sentence of the blood-clothed cultivator, Yang Zhentian's already open mouth suddenly stuck on his face, and an indescribable feeling quietly rose from his heart.

PS: Thank you for the cold and cold red envelopes.