When Lin Xiaoming walked out of the room, Zhong Wuyan, who was waiting anxiously outside the door, immediately approached and asked, "How is the ancestor?"
Lin Xiaoming was a little confused. He was obviously your biological grandfather, so why didn't he call him grandpa instead of ancestor?
However, thinking about his ancestor's virtue of not recognizing his relatives, Lin Xiaoming felt that he understood. Calling him grandpa seemed too affectionate, undermined his majesty, and reduced his murderousness, so he had to let Zhong Wuyan call him the same as other disciples.
Ancestor.
"Don't worry, he won't die for the time being!" Lin Xiaoming said and raised his hand to look at his wrist without a watch, "But in two hours, the toxicity will completely attack, and it will be hard to say."
Zhong Wuyan asked weakly, "Young Master Lin, do you really want him to die?"
Lin Xiaoming asked, "What do you think?"
Zhong Wuyan looked at his face carefully and said, "You are loyal, honest and generous, with a kind heart and a good temper. You shouldn't do such a cruel thing, right?"
The dozen or so twenty-four Xiaos who were barely intact stood aside, their expressions as expressionless as ever, but the corners of their mouths were twitching uncontrollably.
He is loyal, honest and generous, and has a kind heart and a good temper?
Don’t you feel guilty when you say this? We, the Blood Sect, can’t afford such a despicable, shameless, vicious character!
…
Lin Xiaoming asked Zhong Wuyan with a smile, "Do you think if you praise me, I will spare his life?"
Zhong Wuyan murmured: "This..."
"You guessed it right!" Lin Xiaoming nodded, "I am indeed a compassionate person who doesn't want to commit murder, but if he doesn't know how to cherish it and must seek his own death, then there's nothing I can do about it!"
Zhong Wuyan's IQ is not low. After thinking about it for a moment, she understood it somewhat. She quickly pulled him aside and asked in a low voice, "What conditions did you give him?"
Lin Xiaoming told her what he wanted from his ancestor.
After hearing this, Zhong Wuyan smiled bitterly, "Why do you do this? I will take over sooner or later."
Will I tell you that I don't have time to spend with you? Lin Xiaoming responded secretly, but asked, "The night is long and there are many dreams, and changes will happen later, and don't you understand the principles of attacking first and gaining the upper hand?"
Zhong Wuyan finally fell silent.
Lin Xiaoming walked to the sofa and sat down. When he was about to cross his legs, he couldn't help but grinned and inhaled repeatedly. The movement was too large and it involved the wounds on his body.
Seeing Zhong Wuyan still standing there in a daze, he asked angrily, "Why are you still standing there?"
Zhong Wuyan hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Young Master Lin, what are you going to do?"
Lin Xiaoming pointed to the wounds on his body that had not yet been dealt with, "Don't you see that I am in terrible pain?"
Only then did Zhong Wuyan wake up and quickly went to get the medical kit, then untied his clothes and began to sew and bandage his wounds.
"Ouch~~"
"It hurts, it hurts like hell!"
"You can't be gentler!"
"Blow me, do you really want to hurt me to death?"
"If I really die, let's see who will protect you from now on, Siss~~"
Lin Xiaoming, who had been so brave when fighting Twenty-Four Heroes and didn't even frown even though he was bruised and bruised, was now shouting and screaming.
Twenty-four Xiao over there was still expressionless, but his footsteps couldn't help but move farther away, and he really couldn't watch anymore.
Lin Xiaoming is not only despicable and shameless, but also has no limits when it comes to arrogance!
Zhong Wuyan was also dumbfounded, but thinking that she had been ruined by him, and that life, death, and destiny were all tightly tied together by him, she could only sigh and accept her fate. Not only did her movements become gentle, but she also kept coaxing her.
Hold him.
"Okay, okay!"
"I'll be gentle!"
"Please don't scream, please. When you scream, I get flustered and my hands shake!"
"..."
After all the injuries were sutured and bandaged, Lin Xiaoming was already a little exhausted and lay there limply, but he did not forget to use Zhong Wuyan's thigh as a pillow for him.
Zhong Wuyan looked at the weak Lin Xiaoming beneath her. Logically speaking, she should feel very happy, but in the end she felt extremely distressed. She couldn't help but ask, "How are you feeling?"
Lin Xiaoming responded feebly: "I feel like I'm going to die!"
Zhong Wuyan couldn't laugh or cry, "Good people don't live long. People like you... won't die so easily!"
Lin Xiaoming immediately glared at her, "What do you mean?"
When he was fierce, Zhong Wuyan's momentum weakened and she shook her head hastily, "I don't mean anything!"
Lin Xiaoming didn't let her go, "What do you mean it's not interesting?"
Zhong Wuyan had no choice but to coax him, "You are a good person, you are a good person, okay?"
Lin Xiaoming still refused to give up, "You still cursed me to be a short-lived ghost?"
Zhong Wuyan was about to cry but had no tears, "How can I?"
Lin Xiaoming asked, "Didn't you just say that good people don't live long?"
Zhong Wuyan: "..."
While Lin Xiaoming was bullying Zhong Wuyan, Wang Yiming, the leader of the Twenty-four Xiaozhong, came up and opened his mouth in a stiff tone and said: "Lin Xiaoming, our ancestors let you in!"
Obviously, the ancestor already had a choice.
Lin Xiaoming ignored Wang Yiming, and still asked Zhong Wuyan, "Tell me, do you wish I would die early so that you can find someone more handsome and capable?"
Zhong Wuyan sweated furiously, "How could I have such an idea!"
However, Lin Xiaoming was still messing around, "I don't think you are a good person, bitch!"
Zhong Wuyan: "..."
Wang Yiming, who was treated as transparent by Lin Xiaoming, couldn't help it anymore and repeated loudly again, "Lin Xiaoming, ancestor let you in."
"Lin Xiaoming?" Lin Xiaoming finally stopped being selectively deaf this time. He turned to look at Wang Yiming with a frown, "Did you call me my name?"
Yes, the reason why Lin Xiaoming ignored Wang Yizhe was not only because he resented their Twenty-four Xiaos for hurting him like this, but also because Wang Yizhe was rude.
Zhong Wuyan is a saint of the Blood Sect, so she has to call me Young Master Lin. How dare you, a loser, call me by my first name? You simply don’t know what to say!
However, Lin Xiaoming didn't know that although Twenty-four Xiao was a bitch, he was not an ordinary bitch.
Twenty-four Xiao is the ancestor's personal soldier, and his skills are not ordinary. His status in the blood sect is aloof. He is usually very arrogant. Apart from the ancestor, even Zhong Wuyan doesn't take him seriously. Of course.
, Zhong Wuyan doesn’t want to see them either.
After Lin Xiaoming's attack, Wang Yiming couldn't help it. He whistled softly, and the other eleven twenty-four Xiaos who were still guarding the door of the ancestral house rushed forward and stared at Lin Xiaoming eagerly.
Lin Xiaoming sat up, looked around at them and asked, "What do you mean?"
Wang Yiming snorted coldly, "Isn't our meaning clear enough?"
Another person said, "If you don't go in, we will beat you until you do!"
Another cold shout, "If it hadn't been interrupted suddenly, you would have been beaten like a dead dog by us."
Another person shouted, "Ancestor is already waiting, why don't you hurry in?"
"..."
Zhong Wuyan originally wanted to speak out, but in the end she held back.
The ancestor has been poisoned by Lin Xiaoming. If he doesn't rescue him, the ancestor will definitely die, and you will become a lost dog!
At this time, instead of worshiping him as an ancestor, you actually yell at him?
You really don’t know how to write the word death!
However, what Zhong Wuyan never expected was that Lin Xiaoming seemed to be afraid of being beaten, and he nodded timidly, "Okay, okay, I'll go see him."