Quickly wear the host, don't panic, the person hasn't run far yet

Chapter 296 The Merciless Immortal and Her Fragile Little Disciple 07

It’s not that he is prejudiced against Elder Bai.

I just think that with Ji Luochen's talent, it is not an exaggeration to be accepted as a disciple by the sect leader.

Moreover, Elder Bai has indeed not brought out any outstanding disciples over the years.

It must be because of this that Elder Bai took a fancy to Ji Luochen's talent and tried every means to get him.

Si Nian thought that he would devote himself to training Ji Luochen.

I didn't expect this result...

When we met again, it was like this...

He couldn't help feeling a little sorry and wanted to go see him.

But when he thought about the person on Qingzhi Peak who hated being disturbed the most, he gave up the idea.

He recalled what he had seen in the sky, where the spiritual roots of those people were destroyed in an instant.

He couldn't help but shudder, and decided it was better not to provoke him.

Now, my junior brother has finally reaped the rewards of his hardship. With the Immortal Master Biluo protecting him so much, no one will dare to bully him in the future.

He didn't miss it just now when everyone was gathered here.

There were several disciples of Baiyun Peak in the crowd, their faces clearly showing fear.

Suddenly, he vomited blood and fell to the ground, and was carried away by his equally panicked companions...

Those people must have bullied this junior fellow apprentice.

He looked back at Qingzhi Peak again and made up his mind secretly.

In the future, he also wants to become someone as powerful as the Immortal Lord Biluo.

Only in this way can you protect the people you want to protect.

He turned around and caught up with Qiu Wenxiu.

Everyone dispersed.

At the foot of Qingzhi Peak, the former tranquility has returned.

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The wind blows through the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves shake, making a rustling sound.

The birds in the mountains seemed to be startled by something and flew away in all directions.

In front of the bamboo house on the top of the mountain, there stands a crabapple tree with an unusually thick trunk, and with the breeze, the petals fall to the ground.

Mu Wanxi stood with her hands behind her back, the corners of her lips slightly raised, her smile was as gentle and beautiful as a blooming flower, making it almost impossible to look away.

The young boy standing at the door stared at the scene in front of him without blinking.

There was a deep-seated passion and desire in his eyes.

Mu Wanxi turned her head and met the young man's burning gaze, her smile becoming even brighter.

The boy listened to his heartbeat which gradually quickened and became more and more panicked.

Like the strings of a musical instrument being blown randomly by the breeze, the sound is chaotic and disorderly, with no order at all.

He found it particularly wonderful.

The person standing against the light is like a beam of light, illuminating his entire dark world at this moment.

And this beam of light, at this moment, is coming towards him.

He couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

His hands secretly grasped the clothes on both sides until the clothes were wrinkled, and he refused to let go.

Mu Wanxi walked up to Ji Luochen with a smile.

He tilted his head to look at the "little boy" who was now half a head shorter than him. He lowered his head slightly with a suspicious blush on his cheeks.

Mu Wanxi reached out and naturally ruffled his messy hair.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something first?"

Mu Wanxi's voice is gentle, as pleasant as the clear spring in the mountains.

Ji Luochen raised his head, met Mu Wanxi's concerned gaze, and nodded slightly.

His eyes couldn't help but feel moist, and he lowered his head again, not wanting Mu Wanxi to see how useless he was...

However, he really hasn't felt the care from others for a long time.

Ever since he became a "waste", no one cared whether he was hungry or needed to eat.

Needless to say, those teachers and leaders who have already practiced fasting.

However, his fellow brothers who had not yet started fasting also ignored him.

It's as if he doesn't exist.

He could only find some leftovers from the kitchen to avoid starving to death.

But every time he was caught by his fellow disciples, he would inevitably be ridiculed and given the cold shoulder.

Thinking of this, he pursed his lips tightly and looked at the few people lying on the snow, almost fainting, with a sinister look in his eyes.

Mu Wanxi took Ji Luochen's hand and brought him in front of the few people.

"You can do whatever you want to them."

Ji Luochen lowered his head, his eyes filled with undisguised murderous intent.

He had seen it all while hiding in the house.

The Immortal Venerable had always protected him and helped him vent his anger, but now their spiritual roots, like his own, had been destroyed.

Shouldn't he...but he really hated them.

The despair and pain of losing everything.

It still haunts him, making him feel like he's living in hell...

He pursed his lips tightly, raised his head, and met a pair of eyes full of encouragement.

Ji Luochen mustered up his courage and spoke softly.

"Is it really okay to do anything?"

There was a hint of hesitation in the boy's young voice.

Mu Wanxi raised the corner of her lips and said gently.

"Of course, you can do whatever you want, even kill them now."

Ji Luochen widened his eyes in surprise, as if the most secret and vicious thoughts and ideas in his heart were easily seen by the Immortal Lord.

It left him with nowhere to hide.

He was actually very worried that the Immortal Master would think he was too cruel.

He was afraid of seeing even the slightest hint of disgust in the Immortal Master's eyes.

But no, not at all.

The Immortal Master's eyes were still so gentle, full of smiles and indulgence.

He even turned his palm over and handed him a sword.

The sword gleamed silver, the blade sharp, reflecting his troubled face.

"Go."

He no longer hesitated, took the sword, and his eyes became firm and fierce.

The teenagers lying on the ground could no longer make any sound. They could only tremble their lips helplessly, and hoarse sounds escaped from their throats.

His eyes were full of despair and fear.

Ji Luochen walked over to them and took care of them all with his own hands.

Warm blood splattered on the boy's face. He pursed his lips tightly but let out a breath of relief.

It's finally over.

He avenged himself with his own hands.

Even though he is a "waste" now.

Mu Wanxi walked to Ji Luochen's side, held his hand with one hand, and the blood-stained sword disappeared from her sight in an instant.

Then she leaned over, hugged him gently, and stroked his back softly with her hands.

"You did very well."

The warm embrace made Ji Luochen's heart completely calm down.

He lay on Mu Wanxi's shoulder, feeling a peace and tranquility in his heart that he had never felt before.

It makes him particularly nostalgic.

A golden light flashed at the fingertips, and the bodies of several young men on the ground, whose faces were covered in blood and whose eyes were wide open with expressions of fear, all disappeared.

The gentle breeze occasionally blew the branches, and a few leaves fell to the ground.

The open space in front of the bamboo house has returned to its previous appearance, as if those people had never appeared here.

Wait until Ji Luochen's emotions calmed down a little.

Mu Wanxi then took his hand and walked into the house.

Ji Luochen let Mu Wanxi pull him until they sat down at the table.

The aroma of food entered his nose, bringing his thoughts back.