Life passed by two days in peace.

Feng Youlian was sitting in her bedroom and was unable to rest assured that she was watching the movements in the precepts pavilion from time to time.

But strangely, the precepts Pavilion was calm and there was no way to find Queen Guang to ask for a criminal offense.

Feng Youlian couldn't sit still, and her heart gradually became unsure. She clenched her slender hands on the table into fists.

Could it be that way?

Feng Youlian gritted her teeth secretly, her beautiful eyes staring at the glass teacup in front of her, feeling unwilling to accept it.

Her mind twitched, suddenly stood up and walked out of the bedroom quickly.

Precept Pavilion.

A ‘bang’!

A sack was mercilessly thrown to the ground, making a dull sound.

The clone stood aside, with no emotion on his voice, "The person has been caught back."

After saying that, he bounced his fingers and the rope fell off. The sack was opened, revealing the unconscious Qilin.

The Dharma Lord wore a red dress, supported the chin with one hand, leaning lazily on the high seat, closing his eyes slightly, and lifted his eyelids after hearing this, looking at the Qilin lying on the ground, the jade crown with his hair tied up had already tilted to one side, his hair was scattered, his clothes were disheveled, and he was in a mess.

The Dharma Lord tsk and sat up with his body, "Didn't you disturb Your Majesty?"

The clone shook his head, "No."

Fazun nodded, put his left hand on the table, his sleeves slightly slipped, revealing a hand with distinct joints and a dark golden bracelet on his pale wrist.

As soon as the thought moved, a golden light suddenly appeared, and the question of heaven turned into a vine and wrapped around the body of the unicorn, entangling him firmly.

The Dharma Lord waved his hand and the empty hall was instantly enveloped by the barrier. He took out another photo ball and placed it on the table.

After all the preparations were made, Fazun sipped the tea slowly, his fingertips moved slightly, and a golden light flashed on the sky question, and the Qilin screamed and woke up instantly.

Qilin was a little confused when he opened his eyes. The stinging pain from his soul made him feel scared. He was stunned for several seconds before he came to his senses. When he raised his eyes, he met a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling.

Qilin was stunned. After seeing the person's appearance clearly, he suddenly became trembling and screamed in a daze, "Da Zun?!"

Fazun held the teacup, gently stroked the edge of the teacup with his fingers, staring at him with a smooth look, and said carelessly: "It's the real person."

"Why are you here?" Qilin asked while trying to stand up, but he realized something was wrong as soon as he moved. He looked down and saw a golden vine tied him tightly. As long as he moved, the vine would tighten, making him unable to move in an instant. At the same time, the pain like needles came from his soul.

Qilin's face turned pale, and she suddenly felt cold sweat from the pain. Her eyes slightly moved to see the sacks and her messy clothes under her, and she instantly remembered the scene before her coma.

At that time, he was looking for the dog man, but suddenly he was stopped. When he looked back, he saw that it was the Dharma Lord. His fear of the Dharma Lord hit him in his heart. He was so scared that he didn't dare to move. Then the Dharma Lord approached, and then there was no more.

When he woke up again, he had already arrived at this fearful precept pavilion pavilion and saw the Red-clothed Shura Dharma Lord who was unwilling to see him.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw a bright red look next to him. He looked up and his eyes suddenly widened.

In front of me was a man who looked exactly the same as the one on the tall seat!

"Fa...fa Zun?" Qilin's eyes wandered around between the two.

The clone looked cold and had no intention of talking.

The Dharma Lord on the main seat smiled, as if he was amused by his stunned appearance. He lowered his head and sipped the tea, and slowly spoke, "What are you doing in the Hundred Thousand Mountains?"

Qilin was stunned for a moment, and quickly thought about the meaning of Fazun in his mind.

Was he brought back from the 100,000 mountains? Did the Dharma Lord happen to pass by or came directly for him?

It’s okay to pass by, but if it came for him, what is the purpose of the Dharma Lord?

He hasn't done anything to provoke the Jielu Pavilion recently, right?

There is something strange about this.

He needs to sort it out.

However, Fazun did not give him time to think twice. He put the teacup on the plate and made a slight sound, instantly pulling back the Qilin's thoughts.

Qilin looked at him in confusion, and Fazun supported the chin with one hand and said lightly, "Have you found that man?"

“!!!”

Qilin's face changed drastically.

Damn?

What is he talking about?

How could he know?!

Who told him?!

Where is Jin Yue?

How is she doing?

Will you be locked up by the Dharma Lord?!

The storm waves arose in Qilin's heart, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and his drooping eyes flashed with uncertain emotions.

Just as he was about to deny it, a sharp pain suddenly came from his soul, as if someone was drilling into his head with a cone. The sudden pain instantly made his face fade away, and his whole body could not stop shaking slightly due to the pain.

Qilin gritted his teeth and forced himself not to moan. His eyes were closed, his five fingers clenched into fists, and he fell into his flesh. The veins on his forehead burst out, and drops of cold sweat flowed down his forehead, dripping onto the ground, making a slight "plash" sound.

Qilin could not hear these inaudible sounds at this moment. He focused all his attention on the pain that seemed to torture him to death. His body softened and fell to the ground, curled up, and his body shook slightly.

Fazun frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with the answer. His thoughts moved slightly, and Tianwen Jinguang Dasheng. He repeated the question just now with light words, "Have that man found it?"

Qilin's breathing suddenly became rapid and gritted his teeth. Even if he couldn't lie, he would at least not say a word.

If you don’t get the testimony, Fazun can’t do anything to him, at least you can’t kill him blatantly.

He really hated the whistleblower now. It was really a big deal!

Qilin clenched his fists, and his clean-cut nails had already sunk into the flesh. Thin of blood flowed out of his palms and dripped onto the darkness, and soon a small pile of blood was accumulated.

The Fazun's expression remained unchanged. He had long been accustomed to blood, and this insignificant blood was nothing in his eyes.

Seeing Qilin slow to speak, his lips were closed and he refused to cooperate, he occasionally heard a few dull and painful whine that overflowed from deep in his chest or between his teeth, which was heartbreaking.

The Fazun's face did not change, and he was unmoved at all, and his eyes glanced at his clone.

The clone understood and knelt on one knee in front of Qilin. He opened Qilin's mouth with a rough movement and ordered coldly, "Speak!"

Qilin's throat trembled and said something vaguely. No one heard it clearly. He only heard a slight "guru" sound from the depths of his throat. It was only in the extreme pain, like a broken bellows.

The clone looked up at the Dharma Lord.

The fingertips of the Dharma Lord moved slightly, and the dazzling golden light on the vines dissipated a little.

At first, the pain was relieved, Qilin's straight body relaxed slightly, and she exhaled a long breath of bloody air.
Chapter completed!