Before Lu Yin disappeared, a faint smell of blood came from her thin back. Looking from the neck, she should be very beautiful, with fair skin, but with a hint of abnormal blush. The bamboo hat fluttered in the wind, and the two short knives were hanging down. The blades were terrifying.
Han, she is the leader of the third peak of Death Hill, Long Yin.
When Shi Qiu was looking for trouble, Long Yin would definitely be there, but no one expected that she would help Lu Yin.
All around, the women from the Death Hill saluted one by one: "See the Peak Master."
"See the Peak Master."
"Meet the Peak Master..."
The people around him were silent, looking at Long Yin with complicated eyes, fear, envy, jealousy, etc., indescribable emotions, not only towards Long Yin, but also towards Death Hill.
Death Hill is so unique.
The head of the Linlushan family, the people from the Luo family, and the Chunqiu Jian disciples all looked at him, guessing that Lu Yin's identity was that he also came from Death Hill?
Mr. Mo looked downcast: "Master Longyin Peak, what does this mean?"
Long Yin raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Mo. The cold light of the short knife in his hand covered the surrounding area of ​​one foot. Anyone who looked at it would feel as if their line of sight was cut off and their eyes hurt: "I can't see through it."
Mr. Mo smiled, and his smile was full of ridicule: "This person is causing trouble for me, Chun Qiu Jian, and stealing my disciple's title. It is reasonable for me to take action. What can't you see?"
Long Yin's voice was hoarse, as if it was being cut by a knife: "It's just an excuse, but you take it seriously. I will help anyone who troubles you."
The people around were stunned. These words were too straightforward.
Chapter completed!