School flower's personal master

Chapter 12894

"It's better to be safe than sorry."

King Li Jin said in a deep voice, "So far, Han Zhao is the first person to publicly stand up for you; all other parties are watching and waiting."

"Han Zhao's fate directly determines their attitude towards you in the future."

"So unless you don't want to have any further dealings with Xuanwu God, you must protect this person and help him make a comeback."

"You need to let everyone else know that you will not treat anyone who has helped you unfairly."

"Only in this way can we truly compete with the Huan family in the future."

Lin Yi deeply agreed.

At his level, he naturally understands that the support or opposition of the people is the key to success or failure.

Some things, even if they don't bring direct benefits, and even if they involve huge risks, must be done in order to win people's hearts.

However, he quickly realized what he meant and said with a strange expression, "What you said makes a lot of sense, but why do I feel like this has nothing to do with you?"

"Brother Li, why didn't you put in any effort and instead disappeared without a trace?"

If it really comes down to fighting the Huan family, Lin Yi can't avoid it, but in the end, Prince Li Jin is the real main force.

Prince Li Jin laughed heartily: "Nothing can be hidden from you."

He clapped his hands, beaming with confidence: "Don't worry, after you've drawn this wave of fire, I'll give you a surprise!"

Lin Yi said meaningfully, "Then you'd better not disappoint me."

So far, although his cooperation with Li Jinwang has not gone wrong, it is far from being as close as they seem.

Lin Yi always harbored some wariness towards this ally of interest.

However, overall, we can remain cautiously optimistic.

At least until the Huan family is truly brought down, they can still be trusted.

Tianjun.

A small, unassuming secret place.

As far as the eye could see, there was only desolation.

Han Zhao knelt alone on the ground, his breath weak and listless.

As a powerful cultivator with a 40-foot-tall Dharma Form, forcibly initiating the Xuanwu Judgment, the very act of doing so drained him of almost all his vital energy.

Now that they have been sent back by the Huan family, they will have to endure an additional layer of severe backlash.

Fortunately, he had a strong will and a solid foundation; otherwise, he would probably have died by now.

Even so, his aura had already weakened to the extreme.

However, Han Zhao's eyes remained incredibly bright, and his unwavering belief almost materialized from his body: "The Xuanwu God will never be deceived! The Xuanwu God will never allow himself to be deceived!"

A voice suddenly rang out from behind: "Of course the Xuanwu God will not be deceived by a villain like you."

Han Zhao suddenly turned his head in response to the sound, and his pupils contracted immediately upon seeing the person who had come.

Huan Yin.

He had naturally met this flamboyant core member of the Huan family before.

Before Han Zhao could speak, Huan Yin had already stepped on him.

Huan Yin sneered as he rubbed Han Zhao's head: "You're a lowly piece of trash, not even as good as an insect, and you're quite capable, huh? You actually dare to complain about our Huan family to the Xuanwu God? Who gave you the courage?"

Han Zhao was powerless to resist, and his skull cracked as it was stepped on.

In the blink of an eye, his entire face was a bloody mess, a truly gruesome sight.

"Who do you think you are? You think you're worthy to oppose the Huan family?"

Huan Yin looked down at him and sneered, "What benefits did Lin Yi give you to make you work so hard for him? Admit it, you're being used by Lin Yi, and you want him to be a tool to deal with our Huan family, isn't that right?"

Han Zhao gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse but firm: "I have never met Lin Yi. Everything I have done is out of public interest! The Huan family has committed fraud, so I will investigate, that's all!"

"Public-mindedness? You're talking to me about public-mindedness?"

Huan Yin laughed in exasperation: "Fine, fine, you're so tough, huh? Then I'll see just how tough your bones really are!"

As he spoke, he pressed down harder with his feet, and Han Zhao's skull immediately emitted a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

At this rate, it could explode like a watermelon at any moment.

Even so, Han Zhao remained silent.

"That dog's pretty tough!"

Huan Yin squatted down, drew his short knife, and brandished it in front of Han Zhao: "Tell me, should I cut off your ear first, or gouge out your eyes first?"

"Anyway, there's plenty of time; I can take it one step at a time."

"Let's do an experiment and see how many pieces I have to cut you into before you finally die."

"My previous record was 3,867, which was a tough nut to crack. Don't let me down."

Han Zhao struggled to turn his bloodied face, staring intently at Huan Yin, and said, word by word, "You will be punished."

"retribution?"

Huan Yin laughed loudly, and the short sword immediately fell: "I am your retribution."

Just as the blade was about to strike Han Zhao, a hand suddenly appeared out of thin air and firmly grasped the blade.

"Killing someone on my turf without even asking me out, isn't that inappropriate?"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Huan Yin's heart skipped a beat.

Meeting Lin Yi's calm expression, Huan Yin's eyes flickered: "You knew I was here?"

His arrival in Tianjun this time was through the internal channels of the Xuanwu Divine Society, so theoretically it was impossible for him to alarm anyone in Tianjun.

Moreover, the torture and murder of Han Zhao was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and even within the Huan family, very few people knew about it.

How did Lin Yi manage to track his movements?
Lin Yi ignored him and looked at Han Zhao on the ground: "Brother, can you still hold on?"

Han Zhao struggled to lift his head, his eyes filled with disbelief.

But in the end, he just opened his mouth and said nothing.

As an inspector of the Xuanwu Divine Society, Lin Yi was also among his targets of inspection. According to the rules, he was not allowed to have any substantial interaction with Lin Yi.

Lin Yi smiled and said, "Leave the rest to me."

"I'll leave it to you? You're quite confident?"

After a brief moment of surprise, Huan Yin immediately regained his arrogance, saying with utter confidence, "I'm determined to kill this dog today. If you dare, try to stop me and see if you can!"

Although this is Tianjun, nominally Lin Yi's home turf, he was certain that Lin Yi couldn't do anything to him.

Anyone who lays a finger on him is asking for death.

Lin Yi said calmly, "I'm in charge of Tianjun. If you don't want to get yourself into trouble here, you'd better be sensible."

"You're shameless for spouting nonsense? I'm just being disrespectful, what can you do about it!"

Huan Yin refused to believe in evil spirits and immediately summoned his two-zhang-tall Dharma Image, intending to kill Han Zhao in front of Lin Yi.

When the knife fell, it didn't budge at all.

Lin Yi simply stood there, without even activating his Great Dao Dharma Form, showing no sign of exerting any force whatsoever.

Huan Yin drew his knife again, but still failed to harm Han Zhao in the slightest, which infuriated him.

Huan Yin roared, "Are you all dead men?! Get out here and get to work!"

As soon as he finished speaking, five powerful auras suddenly emerged from behind him.

The school beauty's 15th anniversary, youth is not over.
You may not know me, but you must have seen "The School Beauty's Personal Bodyguard".

This is the youth that has accompanied several generations of us.

Time flies, and "The School Beauty's Personal Bodyguard" has been with everyone for fifteen years.

This story was born on April 26, 2011, and it has grown up like my child.

Fifteen years have passed, the characters I've written about have gone through one chapter after another, and the bond between me and my thousands of readers has grown deeper and longer with each passing day through my words.

These fifteen years have witnessed countless encounters and growth.

The teenagers who followed the story back then have mostly entered the workforce and started families. It is no longer just a web novel, but more like a vessel of a generation's youth, containing youthful memories, passionate aspirations, and the warmth of countless days and nights spent together.

Whenever I see readers leave comments saying "still following" or "reluctant to see it end," and that they have to check their phones for updates before bed like an obsession, I know that this companionship shouldn't end hastily.

The story still has unresolved plot points and unfinished journeys, like a long-time friend. As long as there are people willing to listen, the story will continue.

The 15th anniversary is not the end, but a new beginning. Thank you to every reader who has remained loyal. It is your support that has kept this work alive for 15 years.

May our youth never end here; may this story that has accompanied everyone for fifteen years continue to warm our hearts.

Happy birthday to my child on April 26th.

Love you all, Fish Lao Deng.