Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

The day before the decisive battle with Ji Siyao, Ji Laizhi felt very intuitively what it meant to kill for fun.

As the truth of that year came to light, including Ji Yuanshan and Shan Bo, few of the elders and hall masters and protectors of Qingyun Sword Manor were innocent.

They coveted Hanyuewu's Shadowless Mace Technique and inherited martial arts skills, and were jealous of Shen Liuyue's ability to become the number one person in the martial arts world as a woman.

So a trap in the name of love was set up to trap Shen Liuyue and all her subordinates in Qingyun Sword Manor. Once they left, the poison would relapse and they would act like mad until the last bit of Shen Liuyue's internal strength was absorbed.

When Ji Laizhi was young, some of them often regarded themselves as uncles, trying to train Ji Laizhi into a second blood bag that could help Qingyun Sword Manor to move to a higher level, and to cultivate a puppet for Ji Siyao that had no power to resist.

Every crime that came out of the scavenger's mouth corresponded to every person from Qingyun Sword Manor who was caught and forced to kneel on the ground in the small square.

At this time, Ji Laizhi was sitting in Jinchen's arms, and he became more and more silent as he listened.

"Okay." Jinchen raised his hand and asked the scavenger to step aside.

"Except Ji Yuanshan, all the people who participated in the incident are here. Your grandfather doesn't want to see them. He just said that you can do whatever you want with them. Just give your mother an explanation."

Ji Laizhi glanced at the uncles and aunts who were tied up on the ground, and the confusion that had lasted for more than ten years was finally solved at this moment.

"When I was young, I always felt that I wasn't obedient enough and didn't work hard enough." Ji Laizhi leaned his head on Jinchen's shoulder, his eyes looking far away at a certain point in the void, as if he was looking at his past self across the years.

"Otherwise, why don't my father and so many masters and uncles like me and only like Ji Siyao?"

Those malicious deliberate neglect and suppression, the open praise and hidden criticism in front of outsiders, almost left indelible damage in the little Ji Laizhi's heart.

"It's their fault." Jin Chen lowered his brows and gazed at the young man in his arms with tenderness, resting his forehead against his. "You are very good, better than Ji Siyao, better than anyone else."

Ji Laizhi lowered his eyes, put his arms around Jinchen's neck and rubbed it. Only when he was hugged tightly did he dissipate the coldness that had accumulated over the years.

"I want to kill them and avenge my mother and the dead Hanyuewu disciples."

He has never been merciful.

As Shanbo and his group looked terrified and shook their heads wildly, trying to arouse Ji Lai's fear and tenderness, none of them were spared and were pierced by the sword.

He was not blinded by bloodshed, nor driven mad by hatred.

Ji Laizhi always calmly identified who each of them was, and killed each person after calling their name.

Jin Chen kept an eye on Ji Laizhi's condition and instructed: "Send all these bodies to Ji Siyao and let him send these elders off for the last time."

"Yes." Mo Hei responded with a fist, signaling the scavenger to carry the body.

"Master, Ji Yuanshan is still hiding in Liuyun Zhuyue's residence. Are they determined to go against you?"

Jin Chen said in a cold tone: "Probably, it won't cause any trouble."

He thought that those two old immortals had become very powerful after fifty years of seclusion.

When he was born, he actually came for Wuxiangsi's martial arts.

A total of sixteen people were captured.

When Ji Laizhi killed the tenth one, his mood completely calmed down and he was no longer agitated. He was even a little nauseous because of the overly strong smell of blood.

He handed the sword to the scavenger, "The remaining few, you guys come."

The scavenger who was called looked at Jinchen, respectfully took the sword handed to him by Ji Laizhi, and killed all the remaining people with one sword.

The small square was filled with the smell of blood, and corpses were carried away one after another.

[The villain's darkening value is detected -10, totaling 47! 】

"Come here, come here."

Jinchen called softly from behind him.

Ji Laizhi took a deep breath, turned around, took a few quick steps and threw himself into Jinchen's arms. He fell a little hard and his forehead hit Jinchen's collarbone.

Ji Laizhi was stunned by the collision. He looked up at Jinchen timidly, then lowered his head and bumped into him again, very lightly.

"You son of a bitch." Jin Chen cursed softly, raised his hand and rubbed Ji Laizhi's forehead, "Does it hurt?"

Ji Laizhi pursed his lips, but smiled, burying his head in Jinchen's arms and rubbing against him.

"It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt at all."

“It really doesn’t hurt.”

Jinchen raised an eyebrow, leaned back and sighed softly, then pecked him on the lips, "It hurts, what should I do?"

Ji Laizhi thought for a moment and really thought that he was hurt. He lowered his head under Jinchen's somewhat teasing gaze, rubbed his nose against his collarbone and kissed him.

Suddenly, Ji Laizhi leaned against Jinchen's chest, and when he heard the steady heartbeat, he stopped making a fuss and stayed in his arms obediently.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 78! 】

On this side, people were expressing affection and sweet words to each other, while on the other side in Cangzhou city, someone was so frightened that he almost fainted.

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The long strips of objects wrapped in straw mats rolled into the yard one by one, and half of the shroud was lifted up by the wind.

Ji Siyao, who was still very weak, heard the noise and came out on crutches. Seeing the wrapped corpses all over the ground, he looked at Ji Yuanshan in confusion and uneasiness.

"father……"

Ji Yuanshan had some guesses in his mind, and he looked like he had aged by dozens of years, looking dilapidated and unwilling.

Zhuyue in the yard stepped forward and lifted the white cloth covering the nearest corpse.

Seeing the blue-gray jaw of his fourth uncle, Ji Siyao pinched the corner of his clothes with his fingertips turning white. He squatted down and lifted the white cloth covering the second corpse, and saw the body of his third uncle with blood still flowing from his throat.

"Third uncle...Seventh uncle..."

Ji Siyao counted until his back teeth made a clattering sound. The endless fear and shock made him lose the ability to think.

The blood-stained hemp rope suddenly brushed against his trouser leg and swung over. Two scavengers were dragging the sixteenth corpse over the threshold. The man's purple face caught Ji Siyao's attention.

It was Shanbo who had taken care of him since he was a child.

The cane in Ji Siyao's hand clanged against the blue bricks, his breathing became rapid, and he couldn't even blink.

Liuyun stepped forward angrily, "What on earth did Qingyun Sword Manor do wrong? Or did Jinchen disregard the rules of Wuxiangsi for the sake of his precious disciple?"

The scavenger threw out a piece of evidence, which was caught by Liuyun in mid-air. Zhuyue came over to take a look.

After a while, Liuyun and Zhuyue: "..."

Liuyun threw the charges at Ji Yuanshan, speaking incoherently, "You...you..."

Even though he claimed that he was not a good person, he had never seen anyone so shameless.

Ji Yuanshan didn't even look at it, and crumpled up the indictment paper into a ball, "Don't worry, two seniors."

He held on to his last bit of resentment and said with a twisted face, "We are in the same boat now. Jinchen may not let you go."

After the scavenger left, a middle-aged man covered in black cloth appeared in the yard.

He stretched out his purple hand, picked up the fallen cane, and said in a hoarse voice, "Ji Siyao, have you practiced today?"

The fear in Ji Siyao's eyes gradually became numb, leaving only the hatred to kill Ji Laizhi.

No longer able to cultivate his internal strength and swordsmanship, he would kill Ji Laizhi with his own hands in another way.