C22 I Can't Say Even If He Died He Couldn't Say Howling Branch

A bright red carp leapt out of the water. Its tail drew a beautiful arc in the air before it fell into the water, causing a few ripples and splashes.

On the small bridge carved from white jade, two handsome men walked past. One was cold, while the other was alluring. It was Hua Jue'ai and Feng Jueqing.

"I hope that you will take care of Heartless when we visit the Eldest Brother this time …" Although Feng Jueqing was unwilling, he still agreed to Hua Jue'ai's request.

Another person crossed the stone bridge, and as if frightened, the carp in the water quickly hid themselves under the leaves.

Ling Xuan walked with a stiff gait, looking even more unwilling than Feng Jueqing. Streams of negative auras invaded Hua Jue'ai, causing him to raise his eyebrows. In the end, he couldn't help but ask.

"What now?"

"I'm fine, please don't worry about me. "What's more, why must I follow you? Let me go quickly, my name is famous here …" Ling Xuan muttered to himself as if he had nothing to live for, Hua Jue'ai was confused and could only shake his head and ignore him.

Ling Xuan secretly wept in his heart. Everyday, Feng Jueqing would go to his place to sleep, and in the eyes of the servants, he was already a perverted man. Male... Male concubine! Even the aunt who swept the Wind Devil Palace was there discussing …

It's over, it's over. His reputation has been ruined and he can no longer get married. T-T

Ling Xuan was still conflicted when he reached another mountain. The Extreme Demon Palace under the control of the Limitless Demon Sect sect master Bai Wangyi was located on top of the mountain, and the majority of the management department of the Limitless Demon Sect was on the mountain as well.

The moment he stepped into the hall, Ling Xuan could smell a strange, smoky fragrance coming from the wooden tablet inside the purple pearl within the Spiritual Sea.

"The leaves of the palm, the grass, the rat-striped fruit, the red honey." Suddenly, the names of these things appeared in Ling Xuan's mind, he subconsciously said them out loud, causing the two people sitting in the hall to be stunned.

Lan Juexin was the first to react and smiled: "Has Brother Ling ever seen this Calm Incense outside? "That's not right. I personally concocted this incense. I can't see anything other than the Devil Sect …"

"No no, I've never seen it before …" Ling Xuan waved his hands and laughed bitterly.

"Haven't you seen it before? Could it be that you already know what it is made of just by smelling it? " Lan Juexin was even more surprised.

"I... "That …" Ling Xuan didn't know how he managed to differentiate himself just now, but these few words had surfaced in his mind, and then, he had smoothly blurted them out.

"Then how many spices do you think I have on my sleeves?" Lan Juexin waved his sleeves, causing his wide purple sleeves to flutter, but the smell was sent to Ling Xuan from a distance of over ten metres, showing that his cultivation was not inferior to Hua Jue'ai, the transvestite.

"How can I smell this …" "361, but I can only distinguish 251. The remaining 110 are too light, I …" Ling Xuan's body was once again faster than his brain, and when he came back to his senses, he had already finished speaking his words, which made him want to slap himself.

This time, Lan Juexin was so shocked that his mouth could not even close. He could not help but ask: "What kind of cultivation technique does Brother Ling cultivate? He can actually cultivate one of his five senses so keenly? "

"I, I don't know myself …" Ling Xuan broke out in a cold sweat. He really didn't know about this, and why would the topic change to him?

"Alright, fourth brother, look at your problem. How can you ask others about the cultivation technique?" The man sitting on the upper seat gently touched a strange bird on a tree branch beside him, and laughed: "You are Ling Xuan? My name is Bai Wangyi, the current sect master of Limitless Demon Sect, a heartless Eldest Brother. "

Only then did Ling Xuan have the time to look at Bai Wangyi closely, sighing in his heart: Wow! Another handsome guy. A clean-cut face, long narrow eyes and slightly raised eyebrows gave off a domineering aura. His broad shoulders and thick chest gave people a firm and reliable feeling. Unlike Feng Jueqing's cold and detached feeling, Bai Wangyi's aura was like that of an emperor.

It was not overbearing, but rather, it was the path of kings.

"Today, we brothers have come to find you to ask you about the situation when you encountered the Sixth Brother, so we can speculate about the person who plotted against the Sixth Brother." Bai Wangyi pursed his lips and smiled, there was a hint of intimacy in his smile, but it was more so a deep sense of majesty.

"Eh?" The corner of Ling Xuan's mouth twitched, and his expression immediately stiffened, "This … "I don't know what else to say. He was already in this state when I saw him …"

Ling Xuan did not lie, but in a sense, he was not lying.

Bai Wangyi's brows slightly knitted, and he carefully asked him about the time and place, causing his heart to tremble. After he finished asking, he sighed lightly and said, "Since that person was able to injure Sixth Brother, why didn't he take his life? This doesn't make sense, does it? "

"Humph!" Do not let me find out who did it, or else I will definitely cut that person's body into thousands of pieces, pull out his soul, roast his body for a hundred years, and seal it in the yin fiend bead so that his soul will never be able to reincarnate! "

"Second Senior Brother, a body of a thousand blades and ten thousand pieces is too wasteful. How about you send it to my Corpse Devil Palace to refine it into a puppet demon, or make it into a medicine man?" Lan Juexin gave a refined smile, but his words were extremely terrifying.

"Second brother, fourth brother, there is no point in discussing this issue. It would be better to think of a way to treat Sixth Brother's injuries … Hm? Brother Ling, what happened to you? " Bai Wangyi couldn't help but ask when he saw Ling Xuan's body tremble slightly.

"No …" What... "No, no …" Cold sweat poured down Ling Xuan's back.

I can't say! He would never say it even if he died for smashing Feng Jueqing silly!