Help!After being transformed into cannon fodder, he was doted on by the yandere villain.

After greeting Mo Xiaosheng, Qi Hanzhi and Xie Xingchen were able to successfully enter the Yulun Sect. On the way, Xiao Yihe stared at the two of them with a slumped face.

The look in his eyes was about to pierce the two people's backs into sieves.

Xiao Yihe only withdrew his unkind gaze when the figures in his field of vision gradually faded away.

He drew out the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and the sharp blade quickly came out of its sheath, condensing a sharp white light. He frowned: "Senior brother, this is Qi Hanzhi."

The voice is deep.

It's not that Mo Xiaosheng didn't know the situation, "Oh, I know, young master. Besides..."

As he spoke, he pressed Xiao Yihe's well-proportioned hand and pushed the sword into the scabbard with an indifferent look on his face.

"Junior brother, do you think you can beat him?"

Mo Xiaosheng went straight to the point.

Xiao Yihe lowered his sword, quite frustrated: "..."

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The mountain mist shrouded the back mountain, and the lush trees were hidden in the clouds and mist, hazy and misty.

Qi Hanzhi pushed away the clouds and mist.

The spiritual plants were wet with dew, the leaves drooped heavily, and crystal water drops flowed down the stems.

The two of them shuttled among the spiritual plants.

Recalling the time when he had just passed through it, Xie Xingchen couldn't help but sigh, "I remember that the disciples had been punished a lot for these spiritual plants."

"Now I see that my back still hurts a little bit."

Conditioned reflex.

As soon as he saw Lingzhi, he remembered the pain of the spiked whip hitting his back, and his back winced.

Suddenly, frost rose from the ground.

The water droplets condensed into frost and stuck on the stems, and the plant rhizomes climbed up to the cold air. If the cold was too severe, the spiritual plants wilted and died in an instant.

"..."

Xie Xingchen turned around and saw that all these spiritual plants were dead?

Every plant is a natural treasure!

Just like that? !

Xie Xingchen collapsed a little, but he was not the master of the spiritual plant after all. While bleeding, he asked, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Now that I see them, my back will hurt. If I kill them for my master, it won't hurt anymore."

Qi Hanzhi had no regrets about killing the treasure of heaven and earth with his own hands. He was calm and calm, and his eyes were as calm as snow.

Xie Xingchen was speechless.

However, just selling any one of these spiritual plants would be enough for him to survive in the world of cultivation for half a year.

"Disciple's back doesn't hurt anymore, it's just that my heart aches..."

Xie Xingchen was worried about money. If he had known about it, he wouldn't have said it.

"Distressed?"

Qi Hanzhi was startled when he heard this and frowned.

He stepped over the remains of the spiritual plant that had died of the frost, and in one step, he appeared in front of Xie Xingchen in the blink of an eye. Out of worry, Shuangxue forgot to hold back, and just rushed towards him.

The neck was frozen first, and then the sleeves were rolled up and the skin was touched inch by inch, making the ice tremble.

"Is there anything else that makes you feel uncomfortable?" He followed his spiritual veins and found nothing out of the ordinary. Qi Hanzhi looked nervous and stared at Xie Xingchen.

Xie Xingchen was so cold that his brain was not working properly. Hearing the concern in Qi Hanzhi's cold voice, he was frightened by his outburst.

He couldn't help but stutter a little: "No... no, no, the disciple just said casually... I feel sorry for these spiritual plants, they can be sold at a good price."

Qi Hanzhi: "..."

Xie Xingchen touched the tip of his nose.

Regarding the profoundness of Chinese culture, we cannot blame him.

Xie Xingchen decided to expose this embarrassing matter. He grabbed Qi Hanzhi and rushed to the end of the back mountain.

At the end of the back mountain, vines grow, lying on the ground like a spider web, and the roots are so intertwined that they cannot be separated.

Xie Xingchen stopped, half-knelt on the ground, peeled away the vines on the wooden monument, cleaned the wooden monument for a while, and then stood up.

"Master, this is the monument that my disciple erected before. I cannot go home, so I can only visit my mother...my mother's grave in this way."

There is a name engraved on the wooden tablet. The carving method is unfamiliar, but it is extremely careful and it shows that it took a lot of effort.

Qi Hanzhi glanced at it and said, "Yes, I know."

Xie Xingchen was surprised, "Ah? Master, do you know?"