Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

"You're not right. How can you save her if she's not here?"

"If she went to see her old friend, she wouldn't come to save you?" the little monk gently pressed the lamp fragment against Chu Lin'an's neck without making a hard effort.

Suddenly, he glanced behind him, as if he heard something and was waiting for something.

The little monk seems not happy.

"Old friend..." Chu Lin'an murmured, then raised his eyes and smiled. "If you want to kill me, do it. What are you doing here?"

The little monk's left index finger lightly touched his lips, and his beautiful face was filled with a smile: "shh."

Such an action made Chu Lin'an close his eyebrows. The lamp fragment did not go deep on the neck, and even the slightest blood stain did not seep out. Even if it reached very close, it could control the strength very well.

The moon moved to the west, and the mountains were dark in the middle of the night.

I don't know how many archers and dead men are hidden in the mountain. Wouldn't it be a waste if these dead men were only used to kill him? What trick is Beiyuan doing

Chu Lin'an saw the Centennial tree outside the Yanguang temple with the little monk's sight.

The wind never cut, no one came.

The little monk put down the fragments, but said, "don't you think it's troublesome to stay outside the temple for so long?"

Still no one spoke.

The little monk said again, "if you don't come out, I'll kill Chu Lin'an."

Still no one spoke.

The little monk turned red and stamped his feet angrily: "ningxiluo!"

With these words, Chu Lin'an stepped up quickly. His sword had been drawn out from his waist, and his handsome face was very pale. He stood behind the little monk and his eyes reached the front door of shiyanguang temple.

Bang

The door flew out with a slap.

A pair of black brocade Luan dragon boots stepped in, the man stepped on the wooden door, the man's black and purple clothes swayed in the wind, and the Phoenix's eyes shone on the little monk's face.

The little monk smiled and raised ningxiluo's hair at the moment when he hit the palm wind. But the palm wind did not hit ningxiluo, but was stopped by ningxiluo.

Feng's eyes are faint, sweeping a little peace.

The little monk said, "Yunxi is not here."

Ningxiluo came here without saying a word.

The little monk looked at him and said, "it's still this temperament. I don't know how to get along with people on weekdays."

The black brocade Luan dragon boots stopped, and Ning Xiluo said faintly, "do I need to get along with people?"

The little monk put on a bitter face: "always get along with the minister."

Ning Xiluo's eyes flashed over here and finally stopped on Chu Lin'an's face: "if you don't obey, the minister can kill. If you obey, you don't need to get along."

Chu Lin'an held the sword and Yuli looked straight at Ning Xiluo: "what are you doing here?"

The little monk looked back and said, "I don't think I'm here to save you."

After this, the little monk saw Ning Xiluo and looked at him again. The little monk directly pinched his waist: "the East Palace said that no one can see Yunxi. If you want to say a few words to her, I can guard nearby. If you want to take it away, I'm not afraid to fight with you. Of course, before that, I need to kill Chu Lin'an, can you stop it?"

Black and purple long sleeves blew the long wind. Just for a moment, Chu Lin'an's sword twisted directly!

In an instant, Chu Lin'an threw his sword directly, and Ning Xiluo's palm had fallen on his abdomen. Chu Lin'an was shot out and blood was scattered on the ground.

Ning Xiluo looked back at the little monk: "do you need me to kill you?"

You don't need any ideas, kill anyone, and don't need any concerns. Is this ningxiluo?

The little monk still smiled at the corners of his lips, thinking about the man in the East Palace, looked at the man in front of him, and faintly looked at Chu Lin'an who was seriously injured in the distance: "it's a means of thunder, but he didn't kill him."

The little monk went towards Chu Lin'an. The palm wind moved, and the lamp fragments had been sucked into his hands.

Chu Lin'an propped up his body, and the medicine powder in his sleeve had been clenched.

The little monk didn't stop.

Since Chu Lin'an hummed lightly for a moment, the medicine powder has been scattered by the country

At this moment, the little monk blew out the palm wind on his side. The medicine scattered on the ground a few feet away, melted the wall and blackened the land of green grass

Chu Lin'an was stunned: "you..."

The little monk hummed: "the smallpox dance is extraordinary. There are some reasons why the East Palace asked me to kill you. Otherwise, your life would have been handed over to the Bodhisattva long before a incense."

Chu Lin'an said coldly, "do you have conditions?"

The little monk bent down and whispered slowly, "if you are willing to give me your life, I will protect it."

With his back to ningxiluo, the little Shami looked into Chu Lin'an's eyes with a smile.

Although he is laughing, it is also frightening.

Chu Lin'an clenched the soil and said bluntly, "what do you want? You can say it."

The little monk sighed, looked back at Ning Xiluo and said leisurely, "although I'm not a doctor, I also understand that if you die, these eyes will be useless. So I want you to live and take down your eyes and give them to someone."

Chu Lin'an suddenly looked at the little monk, but he was trembling all over.

The little monk's hand had touched his eyelids gently, and his cold hand stroked it slowly. The beautiful face burst into a smile at the moment: "as long as you give it to me, all the dead people outside will die. Even the East Palace won't say a word more. From now on, no one in Beiyuan can touch you. No one dares to move your life in the continent."

Chu Lin'an couldn't help retreating.

In front, Ning Xiluo frowned slightly, but looked at the little monk faintly without any sound.

What did the little Shami say? Chu Lin'an couldn't listen. He only remembered the little Shami murmuring: "she will like these blue eyes... She will like..."

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An hour later.

Yunxi goes out of the inn. It has entered the mountain at night. If there is no guide, it will be difficult to walk in the middle of the mountain. Yunxi came up from the foot of the mountain. There were more than 100 dead bodies all over the mountain. Everyone died with one blow. However, Yunxi is familiar with the palm technique to the extreme. It is the little Shami - Jiang this meaning!

If you want to kill Chu Lin'an, why did the little monk kill so many people in the east palace? As the lifeblood of Beiyuan, did the little Shami betray the east palace? Or what is he going to do?

Yunxi was terrified, but he didn't know what had happened. He could only hurry towards Yanguang temple.

What she saw was that the door was empty and the wooden door fell on the ground.

Yunxi couldn't think about it. He stepped into that moment and shouted, "Lin'an!"

In front of him, the man stood quietly, his black purple gown moving with the wind. The man turned his back to Yunxi. After hearing the sound of Yunxi, he turned back and looked at her faintly.

The cold and beautiful face, the white and deep skin, and the slightest glance frightened Yunxi.

He stood there and said slowly, "Yunxi."