"I don't care who you are or what your cultivation level is. If you have the guts to hurt my family, Lin'an, I want you to pay with your life."
"From now on, there will be only you and no me."
Turning her palm over, she took out six black talismans from the Qiankun bag that contained the Ninth Level Full Strike of the Half-Saint that Jiang Linan had condensed during his lifetime.
"Duan Ziqian, I hope it wasn't you or Wen Dian who did this."
"Lin'an was taught by you single-handedly. He is the most outstanding disciple of Wen Palace in the past 30,000 years."
"Once a teacher, always a father, the relationship between you and him should not have reached this stage."
"Don't force me, don't force me, a junior or below, to commit the crime."
Muttering to herself, she said with firm eyes: "This time, no one can let Lin'an leave me."
"He is Suning, and he is also the Jiang Linan whom I have been waiting for for six thousand years."
"Boom."
Thunder was rolling, and Chilong was forced to speed up again.
Long Yin was miserable, but he had to try his best.
...
Wenren’s fairyland, Buried Heart Lake.
The lake is as big as half a small city. The water is crystal clear and the surface is as smooth as a mirror.
There is no wind, no waves, no waves.
It was the year when Wenren Siyu lost his charming heart eight thousand years ago that he personally ordered his disciples to dig it out.
Bury the heart, bury the heart, the meaning is self-evident.
Therefore, this forbidden area is the place where Wenren Siyu comes most often.
Whether she is practicing in seclusion or passing the time when she has nothing to do, she likes to sit in a boat and wander around the Heart Burial Lake.
Quiet and undisturbed.
Just like this moment, she was lying lazily on the cabin floor, holding a yellow-lined book in her hand and reading attentively.
Her jade fingers are slender and her red lips are alluring.
Those slender legs are crossed up and down. Through the thin skirt, you can clearly see a touch of spring in the mysterious area, looming.
It's a pity that there are no outsiders here, let alone the disgusting men from the outside world who are stalking her.
The only thing left is the soul belonging to Tang Jingyue that Wenren Siyu has been helpless for the past three years.
After nearly a hundred attempts at fusion and thousands of earnest persuasion, it got to the point where it went crazy, but it still failed to swallow it up.
This made Wenren Siyu feel broken, broken and helpless, and extremely unwilling.
With only one step left, she would be able to successfully enter the 19th level of True Immortal, surpassing Jiang Changnian in one fell swoop and take the lead in touching the threshold of Semi-Saint.
She had the opportunity to become the second half-saint to appear in the Eight Hundred Immortal Realm after Jiang Linan. How could she not be anxious or annoyed about this?
However, there was no point in being anxious and angry, she just couldn't deal with Tang Jingyue's remaining soul.
Not only was it not solved, but the control of the physical body was divided into two parts during the nearly one hundred times of fusion.
It is true that she is Wenren Siyu, but she also indirectly became Tang Jingyue.
The pain of not being able to tell others made her feel almost worse than death these days.
"Urgent, what are you urging for? Is it time yet?"
"Isn't there still a few minutes left?"
Gritting his teeth, Wenren Siyu dropped the yellow-lined book in his hand and sarcastically said to the air in front of him: "Don't think that you can replace me if you control half of my body. I tell you, don't daydream here.
, it is impossible for me to give you a chance to change things."
"I am me and you are you."
"I heard that Siyu is the supreme being in the immortal world and is expected to join the path of saints. What about you? You, Tang Jingyue, are just an ant in the animal world."
"What belongs to me can only be mine, and no one can take it away."
"Suning? Ha, you really care about that kid."
"Tang Jingyue, Tang Jingyue, you are so shameless, you actually fell in love with your nephew who calls you aunt."
"Hahaha, this is really the funniest joke I have ever heard in my practice."
He laughed so hard that his branches trembled with laughter.
Wenren Siyu walked out of the cabin with bare feet, came to the bow and looked up at the night sky.
"I won't save him. Firstly, I don't have the ability. Secondly, because of you, I hope he dies in this disaster."
"As long as Suning dies, the persistence in your heart will disappear."
