My Senior Is Always Salivating After Me!

"A... Uncle?"

Lin Su porcelain heard the sound of Lin Zhixi, and almost did not dare to look at his expression.

This twin, who was abandoned at birth, may have only one person in the world who cares about him and is good to him.

Now in front of him, lying in a pool of blood, lost the paleness of blood, and there is no sign of life.

"Uncle Ah!"

Lin fell to the ground and stopped stunned. He stood still and stood still. He lost his real voice and shook his hands and feet and climbed toward the red-stained slate.

Bai Qingkong followed him and tried to support him. At this time, he couldn’t say anything, and he could only stay with Lin.

Lin Su porcelain backhanded the hand of the banquet, his palms were cold, and some could not bear to watch.

The man who was lying in the pool of blood was picked up by Lin Zhixi, and the wound of a sword pierced the heart and teared his chest. The solidified blood re-flowed the red blood with Lin’s sorrowful movement of his body. .

"Uncle Ah!"

Lin has repeatedly confirmed that the people in the arms have no life, and the sorrow comes from the middle, holding people crying.

A gust of wind passed through the green bamboo forest, causing a whimper like a cry.

This side of the small courtyard abandoned by the world, can not find a trace of anger.

Lin’s crying and the bamboo forest’s sobs became the only voice here.

After a long time, Lin Zhicai gradually calmed down.

The person he was holding in his arms closed his eyes and could not feel his sorrow.

Lin regrets that he wants to hold the person up, but his legs are soft and trembled, and he squats under his feet, almost falling together.

White clear sky held him steady.

Lin stopped his gaze straightening, a man who was a little taller than the white clear sky. At this moment, he was very weak. He relied on the support of white skies and barely stood firm.

Lin Su porcelain bite the lower lip, it is really impossible to hold hands, go forward with the nephew, give Lin Shushi a handle.

There are only two bamboo houses in the small courtyard. The door is open, the door is open, and there is a small stove at the door. There is a pottery jar on the stove, and the thick "medicine" grass smells with redness. The anthracite creaked.

When Lin crossed the threshold, he saw the "medicine" jar, and his eyes were red.

In the simple room, an Arhat bed was placed at the window, and a gossip was thrown on the bed. A few pages were opened. On the page, the bamboo leaf clips that were blown in with the windshield were embedded in the room. among them.

Bai Qingkong and his children were more energetic. They helped Lin to stop the man, gently put it on the bed, and sorted out the person's grooming instrument. He looked at it and retired two steps.

Lin Su porcelain stood behind Bai Qingkong and saw the person who was sorted out.

Lin regrets calling him Uncle, but he doesn't look like a uncle.

However, the appearance of the age of thirty, the face of the closed eyes did not receive the torture before death, and the peace of mind is like falling asleep. The soft features do not have any edges and corners. If you don't look at his **** clothes, it is like a gentleman who teaches in a private school.

Lin stopped his knees and squatted in front of the bed.

Half-sounding, he huddled in pain and made a sorrow like a beast.

The tall, handsome man was vulnerable at this moment, and his shoulders shook.

Lin Su porcelain smashed the sleeves of the banquet, and quietly retired.

The nephews who followed them also came out, and the sleeves of Bai Qingkong were pressed by Lin, and he did not dare to alarm Lin, and did not come out together.

In the small courtyard filled with "medicine" incense, the blood is mottled.

The child licked her lips and went to the corner to find the broom, which made a water decision and flushed the yard.

This is a story that Lin Su porcelain does not know. He stood in the new yard that was washed by the water. The tip of his nose was vaguely the **** blood that had just arrived. He stared at the bright water beach that could reflect the shadows.

"Let's go." The first to break the deadlock is the feast.

He took the hand of Lin Su porcelain and raised his hand to recruit Feijian.

"Now go?" Lin Su porcelain hesitated, "But Lin stopped his uncle..."

"It has nothing to do with us."

The banquet was faintly interrupted by his words.

"Every day, every moment, the dead people can be seen in front of them. The vendetta "suicide" is still an accident, and it is all about the people around them."

The feast was deep and ruthless.

It is also the most typical attitude in the realm of comprehension.

Lin Su Porcelain also knows that this unfamiliar Lin Family Uncle will be pierced by a sword with such a fierce sword, and there must be a complicated story behind it.

"You can see that his repair is?"

This, he refers to the uncle of Lin Shuwei.

Lin Su porcelain heard the words and shook his head honestly: "I can't see it."

If he said that the uncle is just an ordinary mortal, it is possible.

After all, from his body, I can't see the strong breath. Death did not cause disaster to the surrounding.

"It is Jin Dan."

Feast cypress faintly revealed the answer: "A person who can kill a Jindan monk with a sword is bound to be more than a child."

Building a foundation is the first hurdle for getting started, and integration is the test of the way the monks practice the road. If it is said to be stricter, the following can be counted as a low-ranking monk. Jin Dan, who is a middle-class monk; Yuan Ying, has stepped into the high-end door.

It is also difficult for a strong Jin Dan monk to deal with a Yuan Ying monk. The strength of the congenital "sex" will make the Jindan monk breathless.

Over the years, I have been able to create a myth of counter-attacks, but I have never seen the glory of several Juggernauts.

Lin Su porcelain face "color" slightly changed.

A Yuan Ying monk is tantamount to a hand-rolled **** to their pedestrians.

"When he came, he was closed for a short time, his vitality had just been exhausted, and his death time was not long." Yanbai deeply explained the sentence, "The murderer did not go far."

If you kill a carbine at this time, then the people in their yard have become dumplings.

Lin Su porcelain suddenly understood the important "sex" of the matter.

He immediately said: "So let's go now."

He turned and stepped over the threshold. When he first entered the plan to call Bai Qingkong and Lin Zhixi, outside the yard, the wind whistled, the bamboo forest was blown by a hurricane, and many of the thick bamboos were rubbed and broken.

"……That's too late."

Feast whispered a deep whisper.

Lin Su porcelain feet.

Outside the yard, the bamboo forest full of law has been destroyed, and a dozen swords have been flown out of it. One of the "color" anxious monks has fallen into the courtyard full of water stains.

"Six brothers!"

"Mr. Left!"

The monks who landed called the title, and saw the feast in the courtyard, Lin Su porcelain and the face of the child's face changed rapidly.

"How can an outsider break into this place, is it true that he is saying that Mr. Zuo was indeed killed?"

A blue skirt woman brows a lock and muttered.

"Where is he? He is now in the sixth brother's house. The six brothers have no spiritual interest. They must be related to them!"

An impatient man slammed out the sword and pointed at the feast, and his eyes were alert: "Where is the sixth brother?"

The children who counted the children were repaired, and they sneaked their heads to the corner.

Lin Su Porcelain moved to the side of the banquet, and moved amicably to the back: "If the sixth brother you said is the one...in it."

More than a dozen people suddenly rushed into more than half. There were still a few slow paces, and they spoke in the yard with vigilance, interrupting Lin Su porcelain's way out.

As they rushed in, a sharp scream was heard.

After a short and long silence, there was continuous crying and screaming.

The people inside, crying and desperate.

When the outside person listened to this crying method, what else did not know, he pulled out the sword and his eyes burned red.

Feast bai bai gently put Lin Su porcelain behind him.

"Who are you, are you the hands of Mr. Zuo?" One of them stared at Lin Su porcelain and asked.

Lin Su porcelain shook his hand and looked innocent: "It is not us. We are invited to find the gentleman inside. Who knows that when he first came, he saw that he already..."

"Don't worry," an elder stunned the man. "You forgot, Mr. Zuo was killed by the big devil."

Feast?

Lin Su porcelain sucked a cold breath.

How did the big devil come?

The outside man has not yet clarified, and there is a crisp and slap in the head.

"Bee! You are a shackle! It's all because of you! Six brothers will send "sex" life! Why are you not dead! Why not you!!!"

Lin Su porcelain's heart jerked.

This slap, this vicious curse, is obviously against the forest.

Half-sounding, there was a voice of Lin’s hoarse voice: “I also hope that... I am dead.”

"He didn't hurt you the most. He went. How can you stay in this world? After all, you have stolen it all these years. Now, if you still go back, go to the bottom with Mr. Zuo. He has taken good care of you for so many years."

A man’s voice is persuaded.

Advise Lin to stop cherishing... to give people a funeral.

Lin Su porcelain can't listen anymore.

"Stop! You are so sad one by one, why not go with him yourself!"

The one who jumped out of him was the white clear sky that stayed with Lin.

It is still the voice of the juvenile, and at this moment, it is full of anger.

There was a bang in the inside, and the next moment, Bai Qingkong’s body flew directly out and squatted on the side of the yard.

The teenager was so white that his face was white, and he licked his mouth and licked his mouth.

A figure followed and rushed out.

Lin Zhiqing is even more embarrassed than Bai Qingkong. Before he came in, the specially-dressed clothes dyed blood and tore the mouth. The neat hair of the comb was smashed by the people. On his face, a clear five-fingerprint floated on his pale face, which had swollen in a short period of time, with red silk and blood on his lips.

Lin cherished the pair of scorpions that were shrouded in shattered hair, and the blackness was not deep.

Followed by the monks who rushed in, they all came out.

At first glance, they are all crying red eyes, all expressions are sad, and even some people who look at Lin Shuzhi and others are full of empathy.

"When the chest is a sword, the heart of the sixth brother is broken directly, and Jin Dan is broken."

A man came out and said hoarsely to the outside.

Everyone outside knows what is going on inside. Even if they are psychologically prepared, they are hard to hold themselves and they shed tears.

"But it, the sixth brother was the most painful to him before his death. At this time, don't be afraid of him in front of the sixth brother."

A tired woman sighed: "There are these few children, ask clearly, if there is nothing to let them go."

"This is a mortal who has not yet started. He has the smell of a demon, but it is pure. This kid is a foundation. The woman is a fusion, and the class is low. This is definitely not related to them."

The man with the sword swept them. Finally, his eyes fell on the banquet of the black hood. "As for this... I can't see it."

“Can’t you see?” Someone changed his face, “Golden Dan?”

Feast bai shou let them look at them, holding the hand of Lin Su porcelain, whispering: "Cold?"

Lin Su porcelain's palm is cold. Or, he is cold at the moment.

There are reasons for the big devil head to be nearby, and there are some reasons for it.

"Fortunately..." Lin Su porcelain thought for a moment and whispered, "How do we go?"

Feast bai did not care about the people around, Lin Su porcelain asked, he replied: "Go straight."

He grabbed Lin Su porcelain in one hand and held the sword in one hand. All of them were indifferent to these people.

Some of those people took out a ritual: "Whoever manages him, first explore with goldfish. Lest you be a feast."

The small goldfish that was taken out of the palm of the hand swam to the opposite side of the banquet, and suddenly it turned red and the fish tail swayed wildly.

"No! He is a feast! He is a feast!"

The monk was careless, and when the little goldfish turned red, he blinked straight, his face suddenly changed, and he exclaimed.

"What?!" Everyone is ashamed.

But when their eyes fell on the little goldfish, the suspicions in the eyes were broken up, turned into panic and alert, and they fetched swords.

"This is what the shield Shu did, and the goldfish that measured the aura of the spirits, the goldfish have moved. The guy in front of this hidden head is definitely a feast!"

"Ah?" Lin Su porcelain was a little dizzy by this change. "What are they talking about?"

The banquet was deep and his hand was slightly tight.

"Wait, that person is not repaired, just a mortal!" There was a woman rushing and yelling.

"Don't hurt the innocent, save him from the devil's feast!"

More than a dozen monks in the yard, as if they were enemies, even Lin Shuzhi raised their embarrassment and stared at the feast.

Lin Su porcelain dizzy head, followed by a turn, sideways watching the feast.

"Bai Shen?"

Why are they all yelling at the feast and screaming the name that is familiar to him?

"It is he who killed Mr. Left! It is him! The big devil is feasting!"

The woman who crashed and cried a bite, and the body turned into a bow, and it went straight to the feast!

At the same time, a whip wrapped around the waist of Lin Su porcelain, and he pulled it out with a force, and fell straight into a flying sword.

"Get the mortal away! Go back to the forest home for help!"

"Bai Shen!!!"

Lin Su porcelain's hand was suddenly opened with force, but in a short moment, he was far away from the side of the feast. He squatted on this strange flying sword and screamed with a look of horror.

In the courtyard not far away, more than a dozen people turned into a sword shadow, rushed to the banquet of the deep position of the banquet, and a fierce sword light, completely drowning the figure of the banquet.