I write novels to become a saint

Chapter 162

"Worthy of being a heavenly poet!"

"Sure enough!"

After a long time, a pleasant voice came from the sky.

The surrounding county government offices began to become unreal. After a while, there was only a thick fog around Lin Qian and the three of them, and five fingers could be seen faintly when he stretched out his hand.

The glider is not far ahead.

They didn't go anywhere for three days, no, it was not even three days, it was not certain.

At this time, the fog began to slowly fade, leaving a clear space.

In the air less than a foot in front of Lin Qian and the others, stood a red-haired woman in a strange dress. It was unknown if she had just arrived or had been there all along, but when the fog dissipated, she was already there.

"Co-workers?"

Lin Qian made a sound in shock.

"You know us well!" the woman said with a smile, her smile was very kind, like a big sister next door, "but my name is Jiang Yuzhu, not everyone is qualified to be called Gonggong."

"Come to Southern Border, how dare you not understand you."

Lin Qian sighed, "I didn't expect to be able to work a third-rank great witch to kill us. What an honor!"

"I didn't come to kill you."

Jiang Yuzhu still smiled and said, "I'm here to take you home!"

"I will go back to my home by myself, I don't need you to bring it."

Lin Qian chuckled, he didn't expect that the Wu Clan's target was not the two princesses, but him, which really flattered him.

He also now somewhat understands why the other party didn't do it directly, but let himself experience an illusion first.

"You should understand that what you have experienced just now is not entirely an illusion."

Jiang Yuzhu continued, "Is such a big effort worth your death? Why don't you come to our Witch God League and create a new world together!"

"You have the blood of the witch clan, and you have the inheritance of the witch god, so you should have returned to the embrace of the witch clan."

"If I join the Witch God League, what good will it do?" Lin Qian seemed to have been persuaded.

"You dog slave..." Yong'an pulled Lin Qian's sleeve uneasy, as if he was afraid that Lin Qian would be persuaded by this woman.

Jiang Yuzhu laughed again, "You don't have to think about procrastinating. Since you know us well, you should know about Zhu Jiuyin, right? Time is meaningless to you now."

Being found out, Lin Qian was not embarrassed, but continued, "What about the two of them?"

Although it was rumored that Zhu Jiuyin could manipulate time, but he could delay it for a while, Lin Qian was never a person who gave up easily.

"If you want, you can take them both back to serve you."

Jiang Yuzhu seemed to have seen through Lin Qian's thoughts, and he was also not in a hurry, and replied with a smile, "Or you can kill them now, or let them go back, it's up to you."

"Aren't you afraid of revenge?"

Lin Qian was a little curious. Although the Witch God League was not weak, it was still a lot worse than Da Qian. If Da Qian really recklessly retaliated, the Witch God League would be very uncomfortable, and the possibility of being uprooted was not ruled out.

"Then he has to be able to treat me and us..."

Jiang Yuzhu said something, and seemed to know that he had made a slip of the tongue, so he didn't say any more. He just looked at Lin Qian with a half-smile. The meaning was obvious. She was waiting for Lin Qian's final answer.

However, Lin Qian knew that she had made a slip of the tongue. This was clearly telling him that it was not a good place to go now because of internal and external troubles. Only by coming to our Witch God League would there be a future.

It had to be said that Lin Qian's heart beat even for a moment.

As far as the formation of the Witch God League is concerned, in order to win him over, he has spent so much effort and done so many things. It can be foreseen that after he passes, his treatment will definitely be much better than that of Daqian.

But at this time, his elder brother, younger sister, Zhang Zehan, master Wang Zhuan, and the half-sages who had high hopes for him appeared in his mind, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

"I reject!"

After confirming that delaying time was really useless, Lin Qian gave his answer.

Jiang Yuzhu restrained his smile, "You should understand that we have put in so much effort, what will be the consequence of your refusal?"

"Of course I understand!"

Lin Qian smiled calmly, "Sing to the southern border with generosity, and be a witch prisoner calmly. With a knife, you can make it fast, and you will live up to the boy's head."

When the poem comes out, the talent is surging, and the vision is full of visions. It seems that countless sages are laughing happily, and even the surrounding fog is shaken away.

Jiang Yuzhu's eyes are full of splendor, he is worthy of being a poet of the heavenly way, and writing poems casually is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. It is a pity that such talents cannot be used by her witch clan.

"You are different from other scholars."

With Zhu Jiuyin around, time was meaningless in this space, and Jiang Yuzhu didn't mind spending more time talking with Lin Qian.

Lin Qian didn't answer, so Jiang Yuzhu had no choice but to continue talking, "Other scholars are very smart, and knowing what to do is the right choice, but you are stupid in reading!"

"There are already too many smart people in this world, but a few fools are missing, isn't it?"

Being able to live a little longer, Lin Qian was also happy to talk to Jiang Yu, but he looked around with some guilt, because he had involved the two highnesses.

"If that's the case, then you all go to die!"

Jiang Yuzhu sighed softly, such a great talent is indeed a pity, but since it cannot be used by the Wu Clan, it is naturally impossible to leave it to Daqian.

At the same time as the word death fell, Lin Qian suddenly felt that all the blood in his body seemed to be drained at this moment. No, not only the blood, but all the water in his body seemed to have his own consciousness, leaving him, and even his thoughts were blocked. Drain.

"Is this what death feels like?"

Only this thought echoed in Lin Qian's mind.

"Today, even though I die..."

Suddenly, Lin Qian, who had lost all consciousness, heard a powerful and domineering roar, and at the same time, there were bursts of earth-shattering bangs.

When he regained his sight again, there was already a woman in a goose yellow dress beside him.

The woman was holding a jug in her hand, with a drunken and blurred look.

On the opposite side, Jiang Yuzhu disappeared, and the surrounding fog seemed to have encountered a doomsday disaster. There were holes everywhere, and Lin Qian could even vaguely see the sunlight coming in from outside.

"Using the knife to make a quick move, is it worthy of the boy's head?"

"Interesting, interesting!"

Li Qingzhao was thinking about Lin Qian's poem just now, and the more he thought about it, the more interesting he found it.

It's not how exquisite the poem is, it's just that the temperament conveyed in it made her appreciate it very much, and it reminded her of her own "life is a hero, and death is a ghost".

"In this case, I don't care about your article."

Bang!
At this time, there was a loud noise that shook the sky and the ground in the thick fog, which made Lin Qian feel that the ground under his feet was shaking.

A burly and majestic figure on a horse flew out of the thick fog.

Then walked out of a snake with a human face, and a monster with loose red hair came out.

"Hey, Gonggong old man, long time no see!"

Li Qingzhao greeted drunkenly, but Lin Qian was horrified. This turned out to be the ancestor witch of the witch clan, a second-rank wizard. What a big battle!

"Li Yi'an, why are you here?"

There was no expression on Gong Gong's face, but it could be heard from his tone that he was very unwilling.

Lin Qian also realized at this time that the person next to him turned out to be Lay Yi An, the most talented woman of all time, Li Qingzhao!

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"We didn't study and were stupid, you all sent people to rob and kill, should we really ignore it?"

It seemed that she had heard all the conversation just now, and at this moment, using Jiang Yuzhu's words back and forth to Gonggong was full of irony.

"Great Confucian supernatural powers follow you like a shadow!"

"It's us who are stupid."

"Jiang Feixu, that trash, deserves to die!"

Gonggong understood, "But do you think you can stop us?"

"And what about me?"

At this time, a voice came from the thick fog, and there was a faint voice of reciting, "Looking at the sword with a lamp in a drunk..."

(End of this chapter)