In the hut in front of the entrance of the Qinglong Mine Tunnel, all the cooking utensils were smashed to pieces. A woman in red with a veil frowned and looked at everything in the house.
A middle-aged man wearing a red armor walked into the hut and said respectfully to the graceful woman: "Your Highness, Ping Hu is dead."
The woman turned around. Although the pink veil covered most of her face, her autumn-like eyes, her hooked eyebrows, and her smooth and jade-like forehead all revealed the woman's beauty.
"Where are the other three Tiger Guards?" The veil did not move at all, but the woman's voice, as gentle and clear as a silver bell, came out from it.
The middle-aged man held his fists and did not raise his head. After listening to the woman's question, he answered: "Yang Hu, Guang Hu, and Liang Hu are all fine. Based on the clues they provided, we found Ping Hu."
Next to the corpse, there was a boy who only had a second level of understanding. When we went there, the boy was actually asleep, and Ping Hu's spiritual crystal was gone, not even a trace of his soul was left."
The woman's expression remained unchanged and she said calmly: "Bring the person in."
The man was ordered to leave. Not long after, he walked in with Zheng Lin who was knocked unconscious in his big hands. After throwing Zheng Lin to the ground, the man said: "That's him. However, I think Ping Hu is seriously injured.
This kid will definitely not be able to kill him."
The woman glanced at Zheng Lin's very ordinary and honest appearance, which made her feel at peace. Almost everyone who had a relationship with the woman could find similarities with Zheng Lin in appearance. She was also very strange in her heart.
How can people look so ordinary? The reason why they are so ordinary is that they look similar to everyone.
After a while, the woman said: "Wake him up!"
After the middle-aged man responded, he took a ladle of cold water and poured it directly on Zheng Lin's face.
Zheng Lin, who was in a coma, felt a sudden coldness on his face and woke up immediately.
Zheng Lin just moved and felt aches all over his body. After being stunned for a moment, he hurriedly touched his belly. He vaguely remembered that something cold had been inserted into his belly, but now he felt nothing at all.
With a look of suspicion on his face, Zheng Lin shook his head vigorously, but his mind was still hazy and he couldn't remember anything, as if it was a nightmare that had passed for a long time.
"Huh? Why am I back?" Zheng Lin looked around and found that he was actually in the hut of a rickety old man. He couldn't help but let out a low voice in surprise.
"Are you a disciple of the Qinglan Sect?" the woman wearing a silk scarf asked Zheng Lin, who was standing dumbfounded.
Zheng Lin took a look at the woman. Although he could only see the features, he felt amazing. However, the identity of the woman was unknown, so he did not dare to say anything more. After quickly analyzing the situation, Zheng Lin asked, "Who are you?"
When Zheng Lin refused to answer the question, the middle-aged man in red armor said with slight anger: "Boy, when His Highness asks you, you answer honestly, why are there so many questions!"
The other party's tone was unkind, and Zheng Lin already understood a little in his heart that they were definitely not friends of the Qinglan Sect!
In the current situation, Zheng Lin was obviously on the weaker side. Even if someone didn't say anything nice, he could only endure it. After hesitating for a while, he lied: "I am a miner who was recruited, not the Qinglan Sect.
disciple."
Zheng Lin said this just to test the other party's tone. In his heart, he didn't have deep feelings for Qinglan Sect.
However, when he said that he was not a disciple of the Qinglan Sect, he still felt a little guilty. It was because of Xiao Lu, Xiao Fuyu and several senior brothers. They were the only ones in the Qinglan Sect who cared about him.
The Qinglan Sect’s mining team is not all disciples who have been abandoned by the Qinglan Sect, there are also strong men recruited. They will be trained for a period of time when they come, and only start mining when they have the strength of the first level of understanding.
, Zheng Lin also just learned about this.
Many of the warriors who were recruited were able to increase their strength after a long period of training.
Therefore, this lie was reasonable. But the woman soon found out the problem. She said in a calm tone: "If you are a recruited miner, how can the guards here let you leave the mine alone? Besides,
, the young men recruited into the mines to mine are all in their prime, and those of your age are not common."
Zheng Lin was stunned. When he was on Earth, he had always thought that people who lived in ancient times were not very smart. But today, he realized that even though he had lived in two generations and lived in a society with extremely advanced technology, his IQ was not very bright.
It does not have any advantage over these masters of cultivating immortals.
After thinking for a moment, Zheng Lin said with a calm expression: "I have been strong since I was a child, so I came to work here when I was a teenager."
But the woman smiled with her eyebrows widened, and then Zheng Lin's eyes flashed, a burst of fragrance filled his nose, and the woman stood next to him ghostly.
Zheng Lin was frightened and wanted to take a few steps back, but his wrist was caught by the woman's soft and boneless hands.
A soft force came from the palm of the woman's hand, and in an instant it traveled through Zheng Lin's veins and veins all over his body. Then she sneered and said, "Your veins must have been broken before, and they were also nourished by strange medicine.
This shows that you are lying!"
Knowing that he couldn't be deceived, Zheng Lin simply admitted: "I am indeed a disciple of Qinglan Sect. After my veins were destroyed, I was sent here to mine by the sect."
Although he recognized himself as a disciple of the Qinglan Sect, Zheng Lin knew that these people must have had some problems with the Qinglan Sect, so he added angrily: "Actually, I am no longer a disciple of the Qinglan Sect. They have long been
Removed me."
The woman smiled slightly and continued: "That's natural. You, a monk with broken muscles, will never achieve great achievements in the future, or even enter the immortal world again in your life. It's strange that they don't remove you. Those
Righteous people think that they represent justice and orthodoxy because they are cultivating immortality, but in fact they are just a group of snobs!"
After Zheng Lin heard this, his scalp felt numb——
This woman's words clearly mean that she is not on the right path, she is not an immortal cultivator, so she must be the vicious and vicious demon cultivator in the legend!
The two paths of immortals and demons are like fire and water, and no one has a good temperament when they see each other. But now, the path of immortals is so prosperous, and the path of demons has been hit so hard that they can hardly raise their heads, and they live in a few star areas with limited resources and dare not show their faces.
Zheng Lin, who has a quick brain, quickly figured out the opponent's power. He changed his mind and echoed: "Who says it's not the case! They usually look like they have high moral standards, but secretly they can do anything.
.It is said that most demon cultivators are forthright and forthright, and that is their true temperament!"
