The young woman who was dragged out was none other than Lin Yuchen's cousin-in-law, Liu Ruoshi. Her cousin Lin Zhen died in the battle with the Northwest three years ago.
Liu Ruoshi is only thirty-one years old this year.
Not even a child.
She could have remarried, but she decided to stay in the Lin family. She didn't know why.
But now, I saw her nose and face were swollen, her body was covered with scars, she was dragged out like garbage, and then she was thrown heavily to the ground, and someone even stepped on her shoulder.
A moment.
Lin Yuchen felt a twinge in her heart and a murderous aura.
She seemed to have returned to that day when all the women in the Lin family were captured by Murong Lin and allowed to be slaughtered, unable to resist.
But now, she is no longer the girl who lets others take advantage of her.
She is...the Grand Master!
"Shua——"
She is extremely fast and performs the Leng Yue Ling Xiao Dance.
Rush directly in front of the man in white.
The Luoshuang Sword in his hand has long been unsheathed.
A sword pierced the throat of the man in white who stepped on Liu Ruoshi's shoulder.
The speed is too fast.
It wasn't until Lin Yuchen pulled out the sword and blood spurted out that the man in white realized that he was going to die. He covered his throat and looked at Lin Yuchen in disbelief: "You...you.
....."
Lin Yuchen kicked him away.
He helped up Liu Ruoshi who was lying on the ground: "Sister-in-law, how are you? What happened?"
Before Liu Ruoshi had time to speak, a group of people in white surrounded Lin Yuchen and Liu Ruoshi.
One of them, a middle-aged man with a mustache, was furious: "Bold maniac, you dare to kill my White-robed disciples, you are seeking your own death! All the White-robed disciples obey the order, this person kills my White-robed disciples
Zhuge Xiang, who committed murder to pay for his life, use her head as a sacrifice to Zhuge Xiang and capture this murderer!"
"Who dares?"
From behind, a man's cold voice sounded.
Only then did the people in white realize that Lin Yuchen was not the only one coming.
Chen Yan held Wang Hongluan by the hand and walked over like a leisurely stroll.
There was an unparalleled force in front of him, pushing aside all the people blocking his way.
"Who are you?"
The mustachioed man frowned and stared at Chen Yan and Wang Hongluan.
Wang Hongluan sneered and said, "It's someone you can't afford to offend."
Unexpectedly, the man with the mustache looked disdainful, with the kind of arrogant expression on his face that said I am a local emperor: "There is no one in Baihuazhai that I, Deng Feiniu, can't afford to offend. I don't care who you are, where you are on the road, or what happened today."
If you dare to intervene, you must have the consciousness to stay in Baihuazhai forever."
Wang Hongluan looked at Chen Yan and said, "Husband, is your face more popular? Otherwise, the news was so big some time ago that they don't even know who you are?"
Chen Yan shook his head: "I'm not a celebrity, why do I need to be so famous?"
Just then.
At this time, the old lady of the Lin family rushed out of the house and directly pointed out Chen Yan's identity: "He is my grandson-in-law, the Demon King. What kind of white-robed sect do you dare to fight against the Demon King?"
In the eyes of the old lady, Chen Yan, the grandson-in-law, is the greatest glory of the Lin family.
The old lady doesn't know how to hide it.
If we don't speak out about this kind of thing about honoring our ancestors, wouldn't it be equivalent to walking in brocade at night?
result--
"The Demon King? Who is the Demon King?"
"Bullshit Demon King, the master of our White Robe Sect is still the God King, the Demon King is nothing!"
"You're not even worthy of carrying our shoes!"
The old lady was leaning on a cane, breathing heavily, and was speechless.