However, Zhongli Jian changed the subject and said, "You are right. I have always wanted to kill you. Now I am poisoned. I cannot survive without your antidote. Let's just die together."
Zhongli Jian looked like he had given up hope, and Mu Lin couldn't help but suspect that he had long since given up wanting to live.
"If you let me go, I will naturally give you the antidote. Zhongli, I told you that I have my own things to do. Whether you live or die, I will not accompany you."
This was of course a lie to him. Mu Lin had no chance to poison him, and she had never relied on this mandrake flower.
Zhongli Jian chuckled and said no more. He took a step back and instantly a dozen men in black surrounded Mu Lin.
"If you can't capture him alive, just kill him." His tone was as calm as when he chatted with Mu Lin every day. A chill went up Mu Lin's spine. It seemed that he was really not afraid of putting himself in danger.
But she couldn't die here and be his scapegoat. Mu Lin's eyes were determined. He quickly took out the pear blossom hairpin and stabbed it into his chest! The piercing pain quickly spread through his limbs. Mu Lin's hand holding the hairpin trembled slightly, but not a drop of blood came out.
The white hairpin seemed to have absorbed her heart's blood, emitting a faint red light. The black gas instantly condensed into shape, and a dark-clothed female ghost appeared out of thin air. With a wave of her sleeves, more than a dozen men in black who attacked Mu Lin were fiercely shaken away.
Compared to the last time he appeared, Ming Yijian seemed to have greatly improved his skills. With his white face, red eyes, lacquered hair and dark clothes, he looked particularly terrifying.
Mu Lin's internal organs were in extreme pain. She gritted her teeth and uttered one word: "Go!" The female ghost didn't want to fight anymore. She picked her up and turned into smoke and dust and rushed away.
Zhongli Jian was the only one still standing. The ghost girl's attack seemed to have caused internal injuries to the men in black, who all fell to the ground wailing and screaming. He looked at the torn robe on the ground with a complicated expression.
That day, the little girl saw two men on the road cutting off their robes with angry expressions, and pestered him to ask, "Zhongli Zhongli, what are they doing?"
"Cutting the robe and severing the ties of friendship means that the friendship between these two people is severed completely."
"oh."
It turns out she remembered it.
Another subordinate arrived and stood quietly behind Zhongli Jian. Zhongli seemed to have noticed something, and his eyes swept over the black-clothed man on the ground, and he said lightly: "Kill all the useless people."
"Yes." The subordinates were respectful and did not raise any objections. In their eyes, Zhongli Jian was the god who controlled their destiny.
"My subordinates are not doing their job well, so I will send someone to search the area..."
"Forget it." Zhongli Jian bent down and picked up the piece of white robe.
The subordinate couldn't believe what he said and said anxiously, "Master!"
"Don't you understand what I'm saying? I'm just saying it." Zhongli Jian put the torn robe into his arms and said lazily, "Send someone to find other medicine..."
"But you can't survive the Seven Stars..."
Zhongli Jian walked towards the carriage not far away. "Let's go back." His subordinates heard him muttering to himself from afar, "Let's burn all these flowers... There's no use keeping them."
The world is vast, and he is alone.
Ming Yijian brought Mu Lin to a mountain and gently put her down on the grass. Looking at the pale face of his benefactor, Ming Yijian had a complicated expression.
Unexpectedly, the benefactor gave her his heart blood as a sacrifice. Last time, a drop of his blood made her mind peaceful, her soul stable, and even transformed into a complete ghost. Unexpectedly, the benefactor's heart blood was even more extraordinary, directly increasing her power...
A mortal being stabbed in the heart would almost certainly not survive. Although my benefactor had an extraordinary background, I wondered if he could survive...
"Don't worry, you won't die."
Mu Lin woke up at some point, and seemed to guess what she was thinking. He casually pulled his lips and comforted her.
How could the pain in her body compare to the pain in her heart? She had never expected that she and Zhongli would end up as enemies.