Uncle, don't overdo it

"Where did the Leng family get the country?" Leng Yanqiu looked towards the dark valley, with a quiet voice, as if he was tracing the final history, and the renewal flowed continuously.

"Don't tell me these things, I only care about what our Leng family got." Hei Ying snorted coldly.

"Leng Lie, what you care about is actually the desire for power. For your own sake, you don't hesitate to pay for the lives of those loyal to the Leng family, or you deliberately cultivated these dead people, and you don't care about the turmoil in the court. Do you think you can really be a qualified king?" Leng Yanqiu turned around and stared at the black shadow calmly, but his words were sharp words that pierced the spine.

"I didn't say that I want to take that seat. If you want, I can assist you. As long as someone from the Leng family is in charge of the country, I have no problem." Leng Lie said, on the road to restoration, people like Leng Yanqiu are indispensable. A person who is good at strategy, he tried to persuade Leng Yanqiu countless times.

But Leng Yanqiu tried to persuade him countless times, but no one succeeded.

"Brother Yanqiu, just come with us. If we succeed, we will also repay the ancestors of the Leng family with immeasurable merit." Another petite black shadow who had been silent all this time said.

The voice was pleasant, and it turned out to be a woman.

"Muran, I'm not afraid of success and failure. I'm just afraid that more people will be involved in misfortune during that process. We can't afford it. The replacement of the imperial court comes when it is declining. We have the responsibility to save the world. But you can't ruin the peace of the world for your own selfishness." Leng Yanqiu said.

Leng Muran is a talented girl, at an attractive age, but was influenced by Leng Lie and got involved in the road to restoration.Why is it so easy to walk the evil path, no matter how hard he tries, he can't reverse the obsession of these people?

"Oh, you said you are like a saint." Leng Lie sneered, "Actually, you are just a person who is afraid of death, holding Ximen Jingxuan's thigh tightly, and even granting him the unique anti-drug method of our Leng family. Otherwise, how could Shibujuechangcao let him drag on for so long? A traitor to the Leng family like you shouldn't be alive!"

Leng Yanqiu smiled lightly.

"Muran, you have heard and seen that this person is stubborn. If we don't get rid of him, it will hinder our plan to resume our business. Don't forget the purpose of our visit this time, do it!" Leng Lie sternly said to Leng Muran .

"Brother Yan Qiu..." Leng Muran couldn't bear it, and was reluctant to draw the sword in his hand.

"Do it!" Leng Lie yelled again, "Now prove my determination to swear allegiance to the Leng family!"

"No...no...I can't do it...Brother Yan Qiu, just come with us..." Leng Muran took a few steps back and tried to persuade him.

Leng Yanqiu saw that Leng Muran was unable to make a choice, took a few steps forward, and smiled slightly, "Muran, you can't bear to kill me, do you just have the heart to let those dead men die? Have the heart to let innocent people die for the Leng family To die for your own selfishness?"

"Muran, do it!" Leng Lie yelled again, Leng Yanqiu was already standing in front of Leng Muran, as long as she drew her sword and stabbed, the chance of success was great.Even if Leng Yanqiu's martial arts skills are extremely high and he dodges Leng Muran's sword, as long as she is willing to swing the sword, there is no turning back.

"No...no...don't come here!" Leng Muran trembled, unable to pull out the heavy sword at all.

"Leng Yanqiu, we will never be a family again in the next life!" Leng Lie shouted, and personally drew his sword to stab Leng Yanqiu.

Leng Yanqiu stood quietly in front of Leng Muran, without dodging, allowing the long sword behind her to pierce into her body.

"Brother Yan Qiu!" Leng Muran grabbed Leng Yanqiu.

The body was slightly tilted, and the Leng Lie sword was also slightly tilted. The sword passed through Leng Yanqiu's shoulder, and the tip of the sword was dripping with fresh blood, which was dazzling under the moonlight.

"Is this a severance with me?" Leng Yanqiu turned his head slightly, looking at Leng Lie behind him, without hatred, annoyance, sorrow or regret.

"Brother Yan Qiu, Brother Yan Qiu..." Leng Muran supported Leng Yanqiu tremblingly. They were the remaining blood of the Leng family's royal family. They were supposed to depend on each other for life and death, but they were killing each other.

"Muran, stop making unnecessary sacrifices, find your own happiness, and live an ordinary and happy life. This is what our ancestors hoped for. They must not want to see their only remaining descendants for the glory of the past. On the road of no return." Leng Yanqiu held Leng Muran's hand, enduring the pain on his body.

"Shut up and continue to confuse the crowd!" Leng Lie scolded, and withdrew the long sword that had been pierced into Leng Yanqiu's body.

The movement of the sword made Leng Yanqiu tremble involuntarily in pain.

"Brother Leng Lie, don't!" Leng Muran yelled when he saw Leng Lie stabbing again with his sword.

Dang!

A broken branch hit the sword like a flying knife, and the strong pressure forced Leng Lie to deflect the sword edge involuntarily.

"Who is it!" Leng Lie patrolled around. After staying on the mountain for so long, he still hasn't found out where anyone is hiding.

Lin Xiner floated down from the nearby big tree, wearing black night clothes with a light figure, she really looked like a civet in the dark night, the only eyes that were only exposed, sharp and bright, as bright as stars, and like a cold sword Generally sharp.

Lin Xiner walked up to the three of them silently, swept away Leng Lie's sword light that was about to stab her with a backhand with a wave of her sleeve, pulled Leng Yanqiu away from Leng Muran's side, leaped into the air, and jumped away. As far as Leng Lie could reach, he took Leng Yanqiu away from Wanzang Mound.

Although it was just a few simple shots, Leng Lie knew that the martial arts of the visitor was not inferior to Leng Yanqiu, and his own kung fu was always inferior to Leng Yanqiu, and he was not a match for the man in black at all.

"Is it King Xuan?" Leng Muran asked.

"No, the figure looks like a woman." Leng Lie said, squinting at Leng Muran, and snorted coldly, "Women always do bad things, hum! Go back first and make other plans."

Leng Muran bit her lip, feeling relieved to see Leng Yanqiu being rescued, squatting down, burning the unlit yellow paper that fell on the ground, and then running after Leng Lie.

Lin Xiner brought Leng Yanqiu back to the Zhulin courtyard.

It was dawn and Wuyou was still sleeping soundly. Lin Xiner didn't call him, and brought Leng Yanqiu into the room by herself, and put him on the bed.

"Your place is full of poison, right?" Lin Xiner checked in the cupboard and saw porcelain bottles placed there, not sure which one to take.

Leng Yanqiu covered the wound with his hands and stood up firmly, went to the cabinet, took out a medicine bottle, and pulled out a white cloth from the drawer.

"I'll help you." Lin Xiner followed Leng Yanqiu to the bedside.

"No need, your help ends here, I've written it down." Leng Yanqiu said flatly, holding a medicine bottle and a cloth strip in his hand, not planning to do anything in front of Lin Xiner.

"I didn't help you, I just wanted to repay the favor." Lin Xiner said.