Xuanhuan: Senior sister, you can’t be a yandere, right?

"You go to the Void Trial Hall and send some disciples over, let them go to control Wang Sanmu's disciples, and the rest of the people follow me to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion."

Chang Shou hurriedly walked out of the hall and ordered several men in black at the door.

Taking out the sword from the storage ring, with a fierce expression on his face, he rushed towards the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

Wang Sanmu absolutely can't escape!

Seeing that Bai Yi's combat power was higher than that of the sect master, he chased and killed Bai Yi and the two all the way for a long time according to Gong Tianming's order.

If one day the white game kills back to Yanyue.

Although the sect master can't escape death, he definitely can't run away.

According to the order of the sect master, after taking Wang Sanmu, he will be detained in the Great Prison of the Trial Void Hall.

If everything goes well and this crisis can be resolved, then naturally everyone is happy, but if the sect master is also unable to protect himself...

With Wang Sanmu in his hands, he always had a life-saving talisman!

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at the door of the Tibetan scripture pavilion.

Wang Sanmu's only disciple looked alarmed, and when he saw his master's figure from a distance, he began to shout anxiously:

"Master! Chang Shou Chong led people towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it seems that the imposing person is not good, let's leave quickly.

Wang Sanmu sat on a rattan chair, his back against the half-hidden door of the Tibetan scripture pavilion, and he still held a fan in his hand, looking leisurely.

Hearing the disciple's voice, he raised his eyebrows, glanced at it, and closed his eyes again.

"Turn left when you enter the door, there is a storage ring on the table, inside are the bottles and jars that your master and I have accumulated over the years, you go and get them, leave through the back window of the attic, and don't come back unless the white boy returns to the moon."

The disciple was stunned, as if he understood something, and immediately asked, "What about you, Master?"

Wang Sanmu closed his eyes, raised the fan and waved it irritably: "Hurry up and get out, you can't leave if you want to grind and haw again." The

disciple was still a little hesitant, his lips squirmed, and he still had to speak.

Wang Sanmu opened his eyes and said helplessly: "Master, I can't die."

The disciple scratched his head and grinned, and then entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Over the years, Master has never lied to himself.

Master said that if he can't die, then he can't die.

Not long after the disciple left, Chang Shouchong and a group of men in black appeared in Wang Sanmu's field of vision.

He doesn't look at it.

The fan was light, shaking his heart like water, and he sat down again on the rattan chair.

He looked down at the horrific scar on his hand that ran through his shoulder.

A trace of memory floated on the wrinkled old cheeks of the dead tree.

"Brother Bai, old sister-in-law, alas, two lives for one life back then, unknowingly it has been twenty years younger."

The old man stood up, pinned the fan to the back of his trouser belt, and held the narrow chopping knife placed in the corner of the wall.

Gently rubbing his rough palm on the blade, "Bai Xiaozi has grown up, and now he is planning to take off the head of one of the ten great sects in the world. The

tall, thin old man slung the narrow chopping knife on his shoulder and grinned.

"Hey, it's not small!"

"Bai boy, you have called me Uncle Miki for more than ten years, but in fact, Lao Tzu doesn't like to hear it at all! Lao Tzu has no wife and no children, a handful of and a handful of urine to pull you up, what about a godfather? The

old man who had been looking forward to it for twenty years unconsciously moistened his eyes.

He gave one last glance to the north.

Carrying a chopping knife upside down, he rushed forward, and blood splattered everywhere he passed.

Under a great chopping knife, there was not a single complete corpse.

Before dying of exhaustion, the thin old man who killed the man with a rolling head was covered in blood.

With a strong breath, he slammed the chopping knife into the ground.

A corpse riddled with holes stood like this, dead but not falling, and his eyes were terrifying.

It actually made Chang Shou Chong and the frightened black-clothed men dare not step forward for half a quarter of an hour!

The tiger dies and does not collapse, but that's it.

In the storage ring that the old man asked his disciple to take away, he left a letter to Bai Yi.

At the end of the letter, it reads:

Smelly boy remember to bring me a few more bottles of good wine when I go to the grave, by the way, don't forget to bring two more delicious books for the current wine.

Old brother Bai and the old sister-in-law said in person before they died, I Wang Sanmu will be your godfather after that, they asked me to watch you grow up for them, let me educate you as an adult, Laozi is a rough person, how can you educate children, so all these years have been trembling, so you are a smelly boy with spirituality and talent.

The broken road of the imperial ghost really got you through, but in the year of establishment, you will kill the Yanyue Sect Master, hey, which one said that your future is hopeless,! All to Lao Tzu obediently give a thumbs up, brother said good.

Discuss, call the godfather when you go to the grave? Ha ha.

Go the way back and I'll send you here.

Gone gone.

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The two of the Bai family exchanged one life, and my king Sanmu lived for twenty years.

Death today is rewarded.

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"Died early?" Chang Shou was stunned, randomly a little embarrassed.

I was actually frightened by a corpse for so long that I didn't dare to move.

Chang Shou Chong's face was gloomy, and he wanted to step forward and kick a few feet at the corpse, but he was really frightened by the old man's appearance that he had just fought to the death and did not take half a step back.

So far, he waved his hand in annoyance and said:

"Drag away and drag, take advantage of the fact that an hour has not passed since his death, find a few disciples with strict mouths who are good at soul searching, I want to know his recent experience."

After instructing the black-clothed disciple, Chang Shou Chong left first with a look of confusion.

Now the plan to threaten Bai Yi with Wang Sanmu's life is unworkable, and he can only find another way.

Damn, stubborn old thing.

Think you can keep a secret if you die?

Don't!

People can lie, but spirits cannot fake.

Wait, I'll find out what you're paying attention to.

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(Woo-woo, the data is miserable, ask for a flower and generate electricity for love⊙_⊙)