The elder of the sect, she is going to hang out with the villain

Lin Beiqin unbuttoned his outer robe for him, the clothes inside were already stained red with blood.

Taking off his shirt, revealing the man's muscular upper body, with just one glance, Lin Beiqing was stunned.

Dozens of scars were criss-crossed, with different colors, and it seemed that they had been caused over the years.

Lin Beiqing originally planned to use his own spiritual power to help him stop the bleeding and heal his wounds, but unexpectedly, there seemed to be an invisible barrier in the man's body, blocking all her spiritual power out.

"strangeness."

Lin Beiqing had never encountered such a strange thing as spiritual power being blocked before.

She had no choice but to take out a hemostatic pill from the bag and feed it to the man. After the wound stopped bleeding, she cleaned it up briefly and bandaged the wound.

Although it was late at night, the long street was brightly lit, and a large group of soldiers held torches and searched around.

Lin Beiqing stood in front of the window, watching the clusters of flames downstairs.

Recalling the Liyang King who left the field angrily in the pasture in the northern suburbs today, the soldiers downstairs seem to be digging three feet.

Lin Beiqing turned around and looked at the wounded lying on the bed.

"The person they are looking for is you, isn't it?"

Lin Beiqing frowned, but the man had already fallen asleep.

Harboring criminals is no small crime.

"Could it be that I actually saved a heinous villain today?"

Lin Beiqing was thinking about whether to hand over this person, when he heard well-trained footsteps in his ears.

The soldiers had gone up the stairs and were going from room to room.

They knew that the people living in the first floor of the world were disciples of the Cultivation Sect, and they shouldn't have disturbed them in the middle of the night, but the palace was stolen, and the King of Liyang was furious, and he ordered them to arrest mortals and bring them to justice as soon as possible.

No matter how powerful the sect is, it will only stay in Zhongdu temporarily for a few days, and the king of Liyang is their immediate boss.

So after they notified the shopkeeper that they were going to check the room, they knocked on the door one by one.

Fortunately, although the incident happened suddenly, most of the disciples were very cooperative.

only……

The doors of two rooms were kept tightly closed, no matter how much they beat and shouted outside the door, the people in the room were unmoved.

"Commander Zhao, look at this..."

The middle-aged man named Commander Zhao called Xiaoer who was on the side and asked, "Who are in these two rooms?"

Xiao Er glanced at the room and replied, "Master, there were four Kunlun female disciples living on the left side, but only one came back tonight."

"The one on the right is the young master of the Murong family."

"Murong's family?" Commander Zhao asked him, "But Jingcheng Murong?"

"Exactly." Xiao Er replied.

Because this Mr. Murong has been wearing a golden mask, and his hands are very generous, Xiaoer is very impressed with him.

Commander Zhao had fought against the thief, and he remembered it very clearly. The man was tall and he was clearly a man.

He walked to the door of the room on the right and knocked on the door twice.

"Mr. Murong, the commander of the lower Liyang palace, because a thief broke into the city today and is running around in the city. The prince is afraid that something will happen to this person, so I have been ordered to come and arrest you. Please open the door and let me wait in. Check it out."

No one answered.

Commander Zhao's eyes changed slightly, and he knocked on the door for a while with increased strength.

"Master Murong?"

"If you don't open the door again, then I will have no choice but to force my way in!" His tone also became tougher.

Just as Commander Zhao was about to shoulder the door, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

A man was dressed in unlined clothing, with long hair hanging loose.There was also a golden mask on his face, and the eyes exposed under the mask were sleepy, as if he had just been woken up from sleep, and there was still a bit of displeasure in his eyes.

He turned sideways and made a "please" gesture to Commander Zhao outside the door.

"Don't you want to come in and take a look? Then please take a good look, sir, to see if there is the thief you are looking for in my room."

"In this case, Zhao has no choice but to bother." Commander Zhao walked in, looked around, and checked carefully.

Behind him, Murong Lian sat casually at the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it slowly.

His gaze moved with Commander Zhao's movements. Although he looked very calm on the surface, his back was stiff and no water had entered.

Commander Zhao searched the room up and down, but there was no one else.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of something, walked up to Murong Lian, bowed and saluted.

"There is nothing unusual in the son's room, you can rest in peace tonight."

"En." Murong Lian was indifferent, and got up to see off the guests.

Commander Zhao stared at the closed door in front of him, and came to the other side.

Before he could start knocking, Lin Beiqing opened the door.

"Sorry, I was fascinated by reading for a while."

On the small table behind her near the window, there were several medical books of different thicknesses, and most of the candles on the table had been burned.

Commander Zhao looked away and smiled at her: "It's okay, we are the ones who disturbed you tonight."

The moment he stepped into the room, Commander Zhao's eyes suddenly went dark. He shook his head, and when he looked over again, there was no change in front of him. There was only Lin Beiqing in front of him in the room.

But he seemed to smell a faint smell of blood in his nose.

That thief was injured tonight!
Commander Zhao then searched more carefully, but the room was only that big. He searched for a long time, but he didn't even miss the beams and the bottom of the bed.

Inexplicably agitated, Commander Zhao tugged at his collar.

"The girl was injured, why do I seem to smell blood?"

Lin Beiqing's heart skipped a beat, she was in such a hurry, she only had time to cover up the man's figure with a blindfold, but she forgot to cover up his smell.

"Today's Immortal Gate Conference, my strength is not good, I did accidentally get injured in the Sifang Tiandi, but it has been properly dealt with."

While speaking, she raised her hand, revealing the white bandage on her wrist.

"I see."

Lin Beiqing heaved a sigh of relief after finally sending the person away.

Looking at the man sleeping on the bed, Lin Beiqin grabbed his left hand. There was a small scar in the middle of the man's wide palm.

After Lin Beiqing made sure that he was not mistaken, he reached out and took off the mask.

Although he was quite different from the little boy in his memory, Lin Beiqing was sure that this person was Murong Lian.

The beloved son-in-law of the Murong family was originally her future husband-in-law.

The scar on his palm was injured by her own hands when he was young.

"I will see you again after many years, but I don't want it to be like today's scene."

Lin Beiqing's fingertips trembled slightly, and his eyes were moist.

The marriage between her and Murong Lian was originally settled by her parents in order to continue the deep friendship. At that time, they said that if they were both women or men, they would become Jinlan or brothers; if they were a man and a woman, they would kiss each other. Get married and become husband and wife.

When he was young, Murong Lian had a gentle temper, no matter how much she bullied him, he was not angry. The scar on his palm was left at that time.

It's funny, it's clear that he was the one who got hurt, but in the end it was Murong Lian who coaxed her and said: "It's okay, don't be afraid."

Murong Lian was very good when he was a child, but Lin Beiqing didn't like him being so good, he was like a puppet without temper, always the same.

She then said that she did not want such a husband.

The always good-tempered Murong Lian gave her a face for the first time, but he just walked away.

"Muronglian, you know, I don't like you."

"It's still a long time, you will like me one day."

The time was indeed long, but it was a pity that the time between her and him was not long.