After cultivating immortal writing, hold the script in hand

Chapter 2 Brother is so coincidental
Lingyin smiled in satisfaction, took advantage of the disciples' rescue of Yunrong, thanked the little snake, and went deep into the dense forest.

She is currently in the back mountain of the Liyue Sect. The forest is deep and the trees are tall, like a primeval forest. There are spirit beasts appearing day and night, and it is an extremely dangerous place. No wonder Yun Rong is worried about killing her. Presumably she thought she was destined Will be killed by wild animals.

Unfortunately, she underestimated her too much.

In the original book, the small cannon fodder did not escape from the Liyue Sect, but waited painstakingly for Master's forgiveness, but in exchange for one hundred and eight cuts of flesh and bones, he died without a whole body.

She came and everything changed from the beginning.

If she wants to live, she has to find a way to recover her spiritual power, become a strong person in this world, and complain for the cannon fodder.

Of course, the premise is that the Liyue faction can really let her go.

The rules of the Liyue Sect never allow disciples to leave the sect alive.So even if Yunrong lied that she ran away, or killed her, the other party would not let it go without seeing the body.

Alas, she sighed, not only lamenting her ill-fated fate, but also lamenting the bleak future.

After walking for a while, although there were poisonous snakes and ferocious beasts, but when they met her, the little witches saw the big witches, and they all retreated.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, there was a cave not far ahead, she leaned on a wooden stick and approached, thinking to spend the night in it, and continue to drive north tomorrow to get out of the range of the Liyue Sect as soon as possible.

The cave was pitch black, and she had no spiritual power, so she took out a night pearl from her bosom to illuminate it.In an instant, the cave wall reflected a dazzling light, forcing her to raise her arm to cover it, her eyes narrowed.

When her eyes got used to the brightness, she could see that the walls of the cave were full of jade stones. Lingyin thought that if she could pry out some pieces and sell them in the mortal market, she would definitely make a lot of money.

She briefly inspected the cave, and found a huge cave hall in the depths. She walked in carefully, and there was a beautiful boy lying on the stone bed in the middle of the cave hall.

Before approaching, I saw that he was suave and suave, evil and unrestrained, his phoenix eyes were smudged with anger, and his thin lips were thin and cool. He was well-proportioned and skinny. What are you doing here?
She sniffed his breath, her breath was weak.When he took off his clothes again, his upper body was covered with injuries.

She seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, and slowly backed away.

I just want to ask, is there still time to escape?

For a person who was once blind, God gave him another ability—the sixth sense, so when he sensed that danger was approaching, the boy on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and saw someone tiptoeing towards the entrance of the cave.

Nan Lingyin heard the rustling sound of cloth rubbing behind her, so she stopped pretending, and ran out, and before she got out of the cave, her hands and feet seemed to be entangled in ropes, and her body quickly backed up until she hit a hard object just stopped.

Before she could yell, someone grabbed her neck, she instinctively threw away Ye Mingzhu, grasped the opponent's hand with both hands, and kicked her legs, "Don't...don't kill me."

Violence burst out of the beautiful boy's dark eyes, completely opposite to his well-behaved and gentle appearance when he was asleep.

"Don't, don't kill me." Lingyin begged for forgiveness, her face became extremely ugly due to the obstructed breathing, the strength in her hands also weakened, her consciousness wandered, and her soul might leave her body at any time.

Just when she thought she was about to usher in a second death, the beautiful boy let go, and the voice that was as cold as spring water flowing in winter was slightly impersonal and mixed with vigilance, "Who are you?"

(End of this chapter)