"Hmph." Miao Cui'e pointed at Ye Haoran's nose and cursed: "It's all your fault. If you hadn't secretly given birth to that wild girl Ye Ling'er, how could we have been humiliated like this today."
Ye Haoran was so scolded by Miao Cui'e that he couldn't even raise his head, and he didn't even dare to make excuses.
"No. I must avenge today's revenge." Miao Cui'e said through gritted teeth.
Ye Haoran's heart moved. He raised his head and looked at Miao Cui'e: "You...don't want to ask brother to come forward..."
"That's right. I just want to ask my eldest brother to come forward. My eldest brother is now a cultivator. It should be very easy to deal with Ye Ling'er's bunch of bad men and women." Miao Cui'e sneered.
"But the eldest brother is far away from us...how do you contact him?" Ye Haoran asked doubtfully.
"You don't have to worry about this. I have my own way of contacting you." Miao Cui'e's eyes flashed with strong murderous intent.
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Ever since she came back from the Ye family's birthday party, Ye Ling'er has become taciturn. She sits at the door every day either in a daze or sighing. She is no longer as lively and agile as before.
Lin San tried to persuade her several times, but to no avail.
A month passed before I knew it.
Lin San's body-refining formula has reached the eighth level. The broken meridians in his body are almost healed. Only his magic power and spiritual consciousness have not been restored. There is a problem that has been bothering Lin San. According to the record of the body-refining formula. It would take at least several decades to practice the body-refining formula to the level of Dacheng. Even to practice the first three levels, it would take more than ten years. But Lin San only took more than half a year to reach the eighth level. This kind of speed can be called "horrible". At first, Lin San thought that there was something wrong with his cultivation. But after careful inspection, he found that he was practicing correctly and there was no problem at all. Now it was strange. Body training formula It was clearly said that it would take decades to practice, but why did he succeed in practicing in less than a year? After thinking about it, Lin San could only attribute it to his talent and intelligence, and his speed of practice was different from ordinary people.
It’s noon this day.
Ye Linger cooked two vegetables and made a pot of egg soup. She also bought a pot of wine.
Lin San picked up the wine bottle and poured it into his mouth for a few sips. Then he smashed it and said, "This wine is really spicy." He looked up at the unhappy Ye Ling'er and said, "Miss Ye, what's wrong with you recently? .Why are you always frowning?"
Ye Ling'er shook her head: "I miss grandma."
Lin San said with a crooked mouth: "Go and see if you want. After dinner, I will accompany you to see grandma."
"The Ye family will not let me in." Ye Linger said helplessly.
"If you're not allowed to come in, punch in. I'll see who dares to stop you." Lin San didn't like the Ye family at all: "Miss Ye, for some people, you have to greet them with your fists. There is a saying that goes well: the better you are, the more you fight." The tougher you are, the more others will be afraid of you."
"The stronger you are, the more afraid others will be of you." Suddenly there was a burst of applause from behind.
Lin San turned around and saw that at some point, a young man in white shirt had appeared in the yard. Lin San glanced at the young man in white shirt. His pupils shrank sharply: "Cultivation of Immortals." He has now lost his mana and consciousness. But his intuition was still there. Lin Sansanming felt a weak spiritual energy fluctuation from the young man in white shirt.
The young man in white shirt was stunned. He looked at Lin San in surprise: "I didn't expect you to be quite knowledgeable. That's right. I am an immortal cultivator."
"What are you doing here?" Lin San stood up with a solemn expression. The so-called breaking into a private house is either rape or robbery.
"Haha..." The young man in white shirt took out a folding fan, opened it and shook it a few times. Then he pointed at Lin San: "Of course I'm here to take your life."
Lin San narrowed his eyes: "Why? I ask myself, I don't have any conflict with you, right?"
"There is no conflict between you and me. But there is a conflict between you and my sister." The young man in white shirt said calmly.
"Your sister." Lin San thought carefully and couldn't figure out who the white-shirted young man's sister could be.
"My sister's name is Miao Cui'e." The young man in white shirt didn't hide anything. He said his sister's name very happily.
Lin San twitched the corner of his mouth a few times: "I really didn't expect that Miao Cui'e actually has an elder brother who cultivates immortality. No wonder she is so rampant." Lin San looked calm on the surface, but in fact he was still very nervous inside. He now had a trace of magic power. No. Probably no match for the young man in white shirt.
Ye Ling'er suddenly stood up and blocked Lin San behind him: "This incident all started because of this. If you want revenge, just kill me. It has nothing to do with Brother Lin."
Seeing Ye Linger coming forward to defend herself, Lin San couldn't help but feel a little moved.
"Hey. What a pretty woman. But her skin is a bit darker." The young man in white shirt looked at Ye Ling'er with a smile: "If you were fairer, maybe I would be tempted and let you be my maid."
"How shameless." Lin San said contemptuously: "I don't even urinate and look in the mirror. I'm uglier than a pig. How dare you even think about finding a maid."
The young man in white shirt's face darkened: "Looking for death." He didn't see the young man in white shirt move. He suddenly appeared in front of Lin San. He flipped his wrist and a short sword emitting blue light appeared in his palm. He stretched out his hand and sent it forward. .The dagger pierced Lin San’s chest.
Lin San screamed, clutching his chest and lying on the ground. His body twitched a few times and then stopped moving. It looked like he was dead.
"Brother Lin." Ye Ling'er's eyes were filled with tears and she rushed towards the young man in white shirt like crazy.
The young man in the white shirt locked Ye Ling'er in place with a wave of his sleeves. Then he reached out and gently stroked Ye Ling'er's face: "I didn't expect that a little girl like you has such a strong temper." As he spoke, the young man in the white shirt held him in place. The young man's hand moved towards Ye Ling'er's chest again: "This place is swollen. I don't know if it's really in stock or if it's stuffed with something. Let me check."
Ye Ling'er's eyes were about to burst into flames. She wanted to rush forward and kill the young man in white shirt. However, her whole body was so stiff that she couldn't move. She couldn't even make a sound.
As the young man in white shirt moved his fingers, the clothes on Ye Ling'er's chest slowly took off, revealing half of the ball of flesh. The young man in white shirt's eyes flashed with strange light: "What a guy. He's so big." When I wanted to take a closer look, something strange happened.
Lin San, who had just been struck by a sword and died, suddenly jumped up from the ground. He found a kitchen knife from nowhere in his hand. He raised his hand and chopped off the head of the young man in white shirt with the kitchen knife.
"Plop." The headless body of the young man in white shirt fell to the ground. Then a stream of green smoke floated out from the broken neck. He quickly flew into the sky and escaped. This young man in white shirt was only a minor cultivator in the foundation-building stage of Qi training. Inside his body There is no golden elixir and no Yuanying. After death, only a ray of soul can escape.
With Lin San's current ability, he simply cannot kill the soul of the young man in white shirt.
As soon as the young man in white shirt died, the restraint on Ye Ling'er's body was immediately dissolved. As soon as her body went limp, she almost fell to the ground.