I blame the system for licking dogs

"It's just death, why fear death." The faceless man is still cool and unrestrained.

Yu Ni really couldn't understand the senior brother who was pretending to be critical even when he was about to die. The people surrounding them all seemed to be warriors, and there were also many firearms.

The two leaders can't tell that they are higher than her, higher than her senior brother. This is a desperate situation. It will be very difficult for dad to come, and the master is about the same...

Yu Ni regretted intervening in this battle so rashly. She didn't expect that the first battle after coming out of the mountain would be the final battle.

I got this lunch box a little too quickly, the world outside is so dangerous.

Thinking about this, I started to blame the young man who tricked them into the situation. Looking at it, the young man had no panic on his face. He just lowered his head and murmured: "It's about time...".

Does he have other plans? A glimmer of hope arose in Yu Ni's heart. This was much more reliable than the senior brother who just knew how to pretend to be wrong. How could there be such an outstanding person in the world?

Regardless of their mental activities, the two leaders of the Song family waved their hands, and the dark crowd behind them surged towards the center like a black tide.

Behind the two men, there was a row of people holding firearms to prevent anyone from breaking through and escaping.

Lin Qingyue looked calm and held Liu Zhengjing and Song Zhi in her arms. As a family, there was no regret in dying together.

It's not that she doesn't want to resist, her true energy has been exhausted, her injuries are also revealed, and she can no longer fight.

Yu Ni put on a posture and prepared to fight to the death. Only the masked man was high-spirited and unsheathed his sword, showing no fear.

Seeing that the two black tides were about to engulf the people in the middle, a cold snort suddenly came from between heaven and earth.

Everyone was dizzy and stood blankly on the spot.

On the rooftop of the community, two women slowly fell down.

One of them was wearing a simple and elegant dress, with his hair tied up in a high bun. He was in his thirties or forties, but also seemed to be in his forties or fifties. His appearance was beautiful, giving people a sense of being detached from the world and not like the fireworks of the world.

And standing half a body slightly behind her was an even more beautiful woman with a curvy figure and skin as smooth as snow. Although she had no expression, she was charming.

The two of them were in mid-air, descending slowly, their clothes fluttering, just like fairies descending to earth.

Yu Ni's eyes widened and she said in surprise: "Aunt Hua! Who is the other one?"

Qin Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, "The sky is invisible, the elements are true, the only holy magician in the Qin Dynasty."

Hua Baiman and Hua Wuchang lowered themselves above everyone's heads. Hua Baiman gently opened his mouth and said, "Step back."

The voice seemed to come from all directions, and it seemed like someone was giving orders deep in the soul.

The dark crowds on both sides involuntarily moved backwards, as if their bodies were out of control, and they kept retreating dozens of steps until they returned to their original positions.

Hua Baiman's eyes wandered, and he saw the unconscious Song Zhi in Lin Qingyue's arms. He passed Liu Zhengjing and stayed on the black iron rod in his hand for a second. Then he saw Zhou Yiyao, who was sitting on his knees in a daze, and said softly, "Hey

"Sounded.

Zhou Yiyao was in a very wrong state. Although there was no black energy permeating her body, it gave people a gloomy feeling.

Hua Baiman pointed at Zhou Yiyao and said, "Go to sleep."

The gloomy feeling in Zhou Yiyao's body suddenly subsided, her body swayed, and she lay in Liu Zhengjing's arms.

The white vine continued to move around, sweeping over Yu Ni and the masked man. Both of them felt like they were being seen through.

Finally, he stopped at Qin Zhi, his eyes looking deeply.

Qin Zhi saw that he could not hide away, so he had to step forward and salute respectfully, "Xiao Twelve pays homage to President Hua."

He had had several encounters with President Hua, and he couldn't hide his shame.

Hua Baiman nodded slightly, then turned to look to the side, and saw Wu Shu who had not yet woken up. His gaze rested on the bronze mirror that rolled aside, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

The dark crowd dispersed, and the two leaders of the Song family stepped forward, bowed deeply and said, "Deacon Song Rui (Song Ming) of the Song family pays homage to President Hua."

The two of them were also confused at this moment and full of fear as to why they had provoked this legendary figure.

They have never seen Hua Baiman, but only this holy magician has the strength not to think twice.

"Song family wants to kill my disciple?" Hua Baiman asked in a calm tone.

However, Song Rui and Song Ming trembled and turned pale with shock, "President Hua is here in front of us, how dare we disrespect President Hua's disciples."

There is no room for them not to be afraid. This Hua Baiman is one of the three giants of the Warlock Association. He is the only holy magician in the Qin Dynasty. He is one of the few people who truly stands at the top of the empire, and can even be among the top three.

Even the head of the Song family must be respectful when meeting him, and no one will say a word more than the two deacons in their city.

The face of the Song family? Their faces are only for those who lower their heads to see. When you look up, who cares what your expression is.

Hua Wuchang pointed at Song Zhi, who was still in a coma, with an expression as if he was watching a good show, "That is Master's disciple."

Song Rui and Song Ming turned pale. How could they know that Song Zhi was Hua Baiman's disciple, otherwise they would never provoke Lin Shizheng.

Before showing up, they didn't know that Song Zhi was the hidden master, let alone that she was a light elemental sorcerer.

As for the fact that the genius light magician who appeared briefly more than 20 years ago was a disciple of Hua Wuman, even fewer people knew about it.

"This is a misunderstanding...we...this is not what the Song family meant, I really don't know..." Song Rui was a little incoherent.

"Let Song Zhiyuan give me an explanation and retreat." Hua Baiman said.

Song Yuan, the contemporary head of the Song family.

Song Rui and Song Ming looked at each other in confusion. After all, they did not dare to say a word. It was clear that this old man did not want to talk to juniors like them, and asking their family head to give an explanation would be more serious than punishing them directly.

The two of them looked ashen, bowed their waists, cupped their hands, took three steps back, then turned around and left. This was the most respectful farewell etiquette in the Qin Dynasty.

The dark crowds on both sides left quietly.

Hua Wuman waved, and the bronze mirror not far away floated up, fell into her hand, handed it to Hua Wuchang who was standing aside, and then walked towards Song Zhi.

He stretched out his fingers and put a little bit on Song Zhi's forehead. Song Zhi's frowning brows relaxed as he was unconscious, and he slowly opened his eyes.

After seeing the face of the man who was close at hand, he stood up in panic and knelt down, "Teacher, this disciple has embarrassed you."

When she left, she made a promise that she would never mention her inheritance to the world for the rest of her life.

But in this situation, the teacher must have saved him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but his eyes turned red.

There was a rare trace of family affection in Hua Baiman's eyes, "Get up, I'm a little late because I'm here." A gentle force lifted Song Zhi up.

"Yueyue, please pay tribute to your master quickly."

Lin Qingyue hurriedly saluted and addressed her as Master.

Hua Baiman nodded, "No need to be polite, Twelve, show them the injuries."

Qin Zhi stepped forward, and three soft rays of water elemental power penetrated into Lin Qingyue and the unconscious Zhou Yiyao. Liu Zhengzheng only saw Lin Qingyue and Zhou Yiyao's exposed wounds closing slowly, although they were not completely healed.

, the blood no longer flows out.

Song Zhi saw that Zhou Yiyao and Lin Qingyue were fine, and squatted down to check on Liu Zhengjing, "Teacher, he..."

"Let's talk when we go back now." Hua Wuman looked at Wu Shu, who was still awake, and stretched out his hand a little further.

Wu Shu opened his eyes and saw Hua Baiman after a moment. His eyes were full of panic, fear and grievance, and he knelt down on the ground.

"Refining souls and absorbing negative emotions to feed yourself, you are so bold." Hua Baiman said coldly.

"Leave it to Master." Wu Shu did not dare to raise his head and sobbed. At his age, the old man was like a child who made mistakes and accepted punishment.

…

In the East Hill of Jicheng, there is a castle-like building in an elegant courtyard covering an area of ​​dozens of acres, with trees, flowers, rockeries, and artificial lakes.

This is the Dongshan Prefecture branch of the Great Qin Warlock Association.

The number of warlocks is small, and the association branches cannot be located in every city like the Warriors Association. There is only one in each state at the location of the state capital.

On this day, all the warlocks and service staff in the branch were on standby, looking nervous but also a little excited, because Hua Baiman, the only holy magician in Da Qin and one of the three giants of the association, arrived at the Jicheng branch.

That is the spiritual leader of all warlocks, a legendary existence.

In a private room, Liu Zhengzheng was lying on a large bed, showing no signs of waking up.

Zhou Yiyao had woken up and was sitting blankly beside Liu Zhengzheng's bed. She looked unchanged, but her aura became more and more gloomy.

Lin Qingyue was also standing by the bed, with a cold temperament and an expressionless face.

The brother and sister brothers, Faceless Man and Yu Ni, chose to leave after they were safe. In the words of Faceless Man, "If a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, how can people from the Hong League go to the Warlock Association."

Qin Zhi also disappeared, just as he suddenly appeared.

Next door to Liu Zhengjing's room was a practice room. Hua Baiman was sitting on the futon. Hua Wuyan glanced at Song Zhi from time to time with a playful look on her lips. Song Zhi just pretended not to see it.

"Teacher, my husband..." She was a little embarrassed to say it, but she had to say that besides Hua Baiman, she didn't know who to turn to. The only one who could clear Lin Shizheng's guilt was Wu Shu.

Hua Baiman nodded, "You don't have to worry. The Song family has gone too far. I will ask Wu Shu to surrender."

"Thank you teacher."

Hua Baiman looked at Song Zhi, who no longer looked like the girl she once was, and sighed with emotion: "Have you been living well these past few years?"

"very good."

"That young man..." Hua Baiman pointed out.

Song Zhi nodded and did not hide anything, "He is Wu Yan's son, and now he has changed his identity."

A trace of sadness flashed in Hua Baiman's eyes, "This is a child who has suffered a lot. Fortunately, I have you. I don't like to ask about the bad things that happened back then, but I still want to ask."

Hua Baiman paused, then asked, "Did Liu Sangen really research that thing back then?"

Song Zhi shook his head and said, "Students don't know that this kid has indeed been an ordinary person for these sixteen years."

Song Zhi knew what Hua Baiman was asking, but this was a teacher she could trust.

Hua Baiman sighed softly, "I'm afraid it will be extremely difficult for this child in the future."

"No clothes."

Hua Wuchang, who was eating melon, was suddenly called upon, and she quickly sat up straight. If she had always been lawless, if she had to say one thing that could make her feel awe from the bottom of her heart, it would be this master.

The sisters Hua Wuyan and Hua Wuchang were both adopted by Hua Baiman when they were young. They are disciples and more like daughters.

"I don't care what grievances you had with Wuyan back then are over. If you can help this child, just help him." Hua Baiman asked.

That guy even used me to help him... She didn't dare to say this, she just agreed respectfully.

"Teacher, Xiao Zheng's trauma is not serious, why haven't he woke up yet?" Song Zhi was worried.

Hua Baiman sighed, "Wu Shu's spiritual elemental ring is very vicious, and this child's soul was traumatized..."

Song Zhi looked terrified, grabbed Hua Baiman's hand and said urgently: "Teacher, please, we must save him."

Hua Baiman patted her hand and comforted her: "Since he is Wuyan's child, he will naturally do his best as a teacher, but the damage to his soul cannot be controlled by humans. However, I have observed that his soul is not weak, so he should be able to wake up."

"Master, I'll let you go and have a look."

The three of them came to Liu Zhengjing's room. Lin Qingyue quickly stood up and stood aside, while Zhou Yiyao was still sitting by the bed blankly.

Song Zhi was about to speak when she was interrupted by Hua Baiman's signal, "A teacher is not a pedantic person and will not punish someone without teaching. Just teach this little girl well and don't cause any trouble."

After saying that, he directly raised his palm and extended it to Liu Zhengzheng from a distance. A mysterious aura filled the room.

After a long time, Hua Baiman opened his eyes, "The injury to the soul is not serious, and it can be cultivated slowly. It's just that his consciousness seems to be sleeping, locked in his own world, and needs external help."

"How can we help?"

"Find the person he cares about most and wake up from his dream."

Song Zhi nodded and was about to walk towards Liu Zhengjing. In her opinion, she was Liu Zhengjing's mother. She loved him the most since she was a child. He was better than his biological son. Liu Zhengjing was filial. She must be the mother who cared about him the most.

But before she took two steps, her clothes were grabbed. Lin Qingyue lowered her head and said with some trepidation, "How about I do it?"