Junior brother, he is both wild and fierce

There was a crisp bang.

The porcelain in the house shattered and fell to the ground with a noise.

Sanyuan was furious.

"What nonsense are you talking about, you bastard!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the child's body flew out and broke the water tank in the yard.

The water in the water tank poured out directly, soaking the child all over, making him look very miserable.

The little boy covered his almost bursting chest with a look of grievance, his eyes filled with tears.

Knowing the sect leader's temper, the little boy ignored the pain in his chest and knelt down and kowtowed.

The bluestone slabs made loud noises when they were knocked against each other.

He hurriedly said:

"Master, I am not talking nonsense."

"I'm really not talking nonsense!"

“Young Master…his body was hung on the sycamore tree at the entrance to the mountain, all blue and purple….”

Before the little boy could finish his words, Sanyuan had disappeared from the spot.

The entrance to the mountain gate.

The century-old sycamore tree has lush branches and thick leaves.

At this time, many disciples gathered under the paulownia tree, but no one dared to step forward and take Sanji down from the tree.

A figure flashed by, and Sanyuan appeared at the entrance of the mountain gate.

From afar, a very familiar figure was hanging on a paulownia tree by a foot-long white silk.

When he saw the figure on the paulownia tree, Sanyuan's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Who did it!"

Sanyuan's body went limp, and with a thud, his knees hit the bluestone slab and broke directly.

Sanyuan's voice was sad.

"My son."

“My Son”

Sanji is his only bloodline. Before Qing'er died, she told him to take good care of their child and let him grow up happily.

But now.

Now...Ji'er is dead.

Sanyuan's eyes were filled with grief and anger.

He made a mistake.

"puff--."

The smell of blood surged into his chest, and blood spurted out of his mouth directly.

With a bang, the tall figure of the past fell to the ground.

His vision became blurred. Sanyuan held on to the last bit of consciousness and looked at Ji'er hanging on the paulownia tree.

My Ji'er.

Daddy’s Ji’er…

not far away.

Two figures watched everything that happened at the entrance of the mountain gate.

The smaller figure said:

"Second Senior Sister, won't that bad old man Sanyuan be pissed off to death?"

"Ha ha ha ha--."

"It would be great if Sanyuan was really pissed off to death."

"Hmph, Sect Master Lin Yuan, you have been locked up in the water dungeon by this ruthless father and son. I wonder how he is doing now."

Another figure:

"Water prison?"

"Master is... imprisoned in a water dungeon?"

The dungeon was a dark and damp place, with blood-sucking poisonous insects, snakes and ants crawling everywhere, and the smell was foul.

In her previous life, she was framed by Youtao for murdering a fellow disciple and was thrown into a water dungeon.

Mu Chunhua looked at Second Senior Sister’s frowning brow.

She said, "Second Senior Sister, don't worry. Sect Master Lin Yuan is a lucky person and nothing will happen to him."

Lin Qingzhi pursed his lips: "Hmm."

master.

wait for me.

----

A few days later.

Because of Sanji's death, Sanyuan's jet-black hair turned completely white overnight.

Sanyuan in the room had disheveled hair and looked haggard, as if he had aged dozens of years. Sometimes he looked like a madman, sometimes he laughed, and sometimes he cried.

For a time, the disciples of Taohua Sect became panic-stricken.

The sect leader has gone crazy, what should they do?

The trembling little child was waiting at the door with a cup of tea, not knowing whether he should go in.

In the past few days, the sect leader has been rarely awake and often calls the young master's name to the air.

This is obviously crazy.

The sect leader was furious over the death of Master Sanji.

Suddenly, the noise in the house disappeared and it became eerily quiet, and then the sect master could be heard speaking calmly.

"come in!"

The little boy swallowed nervously, lowered his head, and went into the house.

He said, "Master, what do you want me to do?"

"How was the check?"

"Who killed Ji'er?"

At this time, Sanyuan's eyes were clear, as if he had regained his sanity.

For some reason, the little boy felt that a sober leader was more terrifying than a crazy and insane leader.

The little boy put the teacup in his hand on the ground and then knelt on the ground.

"Master of the sect, currently..."

Sanyuan hummed and looked at the child coldly.

"What at the moment?"

The little boy replied tremblingly: "Master, there is no news of the murderer who killed the young master yet."