He Yingyuan was a disciple who had just been transferred here to guard the guards at the beginning of the month.

He didn't have a long time to enter the Blood Sect and his talent was not outstanding. He was arranged to guard the gate of the sect leader because he was down-to-earth and steady in his work and didn't talk much.

This is not a good errand.

Because everyone in the Blood Sect knew that the leader had a bad temper and was moody, and he might not get any benefits around him, but his life was likely to be out of order. Therefore, He Yingyuan's position is a high-risk job. Although he can receive much more salary every month than other disciples, if his life is gone, what's the use of more salary?

The disciples who followed the sect leader have been exposed to them over time and are mostly as hard as iron and do not save them when they die.

But He Yingyuan's conscience was not completely eaten by the dog, or half of it was left. Seeing that Changming knew nothing about his fate, he couldn't help but feel a little compassion.

"The sect leader failed to retreat. If you go in now, it will probably be miserable."

His tactful hints didn't work at all.

Because the other party was not afraid after hearing this, but was more eager to try.

"Maybe the sect leader will stop losing his temper when he sees me."

He Yingyuan:...

He felt that he was playing the piano to a cow, and it was useless to say that when others heard that they came here, they cried and called their parents. This was not only a brain disease, but also a fear of death.

He Yingyuan stopped talking nonsense. He closed his mouth tightly, reached out and gently pushed the door open, signaling the other party to walk inside.

Changming really took a happy step and walked into the door.

In He Yingyuan's view, the other party was like stepping into hell without knowing it.

He couldn't help but prick up his ears, arched his waist and raised his butt, almost pressing his head against the door, listening carefully to the movements from inside, and counting silently in his heart how long he would scream in Changming.

Fortunately, everyone knows the temper of the sect leader. Apart from the daily duty disciples, there are no ignorant people outside who come to wander around every now and then, so naturally no one sees He Yingyuan's indecent attitude.

He Yingyuan was nervous and expectant, and he was a little angry that he didn't listen to my advice. He couldn't say what he described in detail. He stirred up the whole heart and waited for the scream to make his heart hanging in the air and landed peacefully and verify that what he said was true.

But after waiting, he couldn't wait to scream.

Not to mention screaming, there was no groaning, pain, begging for mercy, and howling.

He Yingyuan's legs were sore when he waited, and he couldn't help but move. He changed one leg to support most of the weight, and continued to eavesdrop with his butt sticking out his butt.

It was unknown how long it took, and his legs began to get sore.

He Yingyuan sighed secretly. Contrary to his physical fatigue, his curiosity was already bursting. He wished he could open the door and look in a little more to see what was happening inside.

Just now!

boom!

The two doors were knocked out, and He Yingyuan was led out by the door that was smashed to the front.

It was the most unforgettable flight experience in his life.

Others use swords, ring bells, and teleportation formations.

Only him, the Imperial Gate.

The people and the door fell heavily, and the people were under the door. He Yingyuan felt his nose sore, and before the tears could flow out, the nose bleeding came out first.

Time went back half an hour ago.

Changming just entered that room.

The door behind him seemed to be afraid that he would regret it, so he closed it immediately.

The room is big, more like a chamber.

The surroundings are empty, there are no chairs, only floor-to-ceiling veils hanging between the pillars, and no wind is automatically.

A few cushions were scattered on the ground, some of which were stained with blood and were already black. Changming's gaze slid from above and fell on the round platform in the middle.

One person sat cross-legged, with his back facing him, his hair disheveled, his legs were raised, his hands were slung on his knees, and he grabbed a wine cup.

The wine in the cup was dripping along the mouth of the bottle, but the other party seemed to be unconscious, as if he was sitting and asleep.

When Changming took the fifty-first step, the voice finally rang out from the front.

"I asked Xu Jingxian to find the human pill, but she found a waste who had no cultivation skills to come over?"

It is sinister, cold and cold, without any emotion, as if all living beings are ants except him.

The so-called human elixir is similar to the furnace and cauldron, but the fate is worse than that of the furnace and cauldron. Taking humans as the elixir naturally loses value after being sucked out of qi and blood, and eventually it can only become a shriveled corpse that dies quickly.

Zhou Ke is Changming's third apprentice.

When Changming sought all the worldly paths but failed, he first left the Taoist sect and entered Buddhism. After abandoning the Buddha and practicing demons, he accepted Zhou Ke as his disciple.

He still remembered that at that time, Zhou Ke was submissive, inferior and introverted. Although his talent was stronger than ordinary people, it was completely different from the other two apprentices. The only thing that could be achieved was persistence and concentration. If he determined that one thing would go on unswervingly and never look back.

Of course, this also caused Zhou Ke to become paranoid later and even now.

Before Changming could study the life path of this apprentice, the man with his back to him had moved.

The sleeves of the robe were swaying without wind, and their shadows were blurred in an instant, and then in front of Changming, it was not even in the blink of an eye.

There was a cold hand on the neck, which was like ice to match the skin.

If it were someone else, this action would make them tremble and kneel down and beg for mercy.

But Zhou Ke saw that the person he was pinched not only did not tremble and shout in fear, but instead showed him a kind smile that he thought was amiable.

"A disciple, I haven't seen each other for many years, are you okay?"

Many people hear the title of the Blood Sect Master Zhou Ke, but before they can see the real person, they will avoid it, for fear that the murderous devil will destroy himself with one wish. There are only a few people in this world who want to interact with Zhou Ke so closely.

Nine out of ten people who have done this, either dead or disabled.

The remaining one-

If Xu Jingxian and He Yingyuan outside the sect were here, they would definitely have doubts about their eyes.

Because everyone was afraid of seeing the Xue Sect Master Zhou, not only did not crush Changming's neck, but he even pulled his hands back for the first time, with a few cracks even showing his expression, and he was about to break completely.

He stared at Changming with his expression changing, and alternately expressed a look of confusion first and then shock at the end.

Zhou can suspect that he is dreaming.

How could his dead ghost master who had been dead for decades suddenly appear in front of him?

Is it an illusion of being possessed by the enemy or a bait sent by the enemy?

He urgently needed human pills to relieve the boiling heat in his blood, but at the moment he saw Changming, he calmed down and his mind seemed not as manic as before.

"Who are you?"

Zhou Ke looked coldly and looked like he was stunning his hand into his body and took it out of his heart the next moment.

"The skin bag is good. Although it has no cultivation, it can break the bones, open holes on the top of the head, pour mercury in it, take out the skin bag completely, hang it at the door for the visit and enjoy..."

As he spoke, he slowly laughed, handsome but gloomy, without any warmth.

This expression was like a cool breeze blowing on Changming's face, and he spoke slowly.

"You were eight years old when you entered the sect. You were very brave. Not only did you feel inferior but also afraid of thunder. One summer, you kept thundering at night. I wanted to see if you went to bed on time. I found you sleeping on the ground. I thought you were not honest when you went to bed. When I touched the bamboo mat, I found that you were wet...

"shut up!"

The expression of Sect Master Zhou, who is afraid of everyone, is cracking inch by inch.

It became more and more ferocious.

Although it wasn't necessarily very cute when I was a child, it was still a bit better at that time.
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