in a mountain pass.

Lin Xun was bandaging Abi's wound, Abi stared at him blankly, and suddenly asked, "Why do you still want to save me? I just want to be free, life is too painful, I don't want to have to spend all the time in the future. Hearing the bad news from a friend..."

Lin Xun said casually, "Whether it's revenge, or changing all the pain you've endured, there is hope in living."

"hope?"

Abi said with a bitter smile, "For thousands of years, the Empire and the Witch Man have been fighting in this blood-killing battlefield. Who can change all this?"

"It will change one day." Lin Xun said calmly.

"Do you believe it?" Abby asked.

Lin Xun looked at Abi's eyes seriously and said, "You also know that for thousands of years, many imperial cultivators have fought here. If they had given up, do you think there would still be an empire today? the pattern?"

"Haha, I didn't expect you to think about the world and think about the people of the empire. You really underestimated your ambitions before." Abi sneered.

"I don't have this noble consciousness."

Lin Xun shrugged, and then thought, "I'm just like you, I don't want to see the painful things you've experienced continue to happen again..."

At the end, he sighed softly: "You are very painful, and the other soldiers in the empire are also like this, but who would dare to give up lightly? Do you remember that sentence, Zi Yaohua was not defeated because of killing blood, and the empire was not defeated because of the war. And live forever!"

Abi was silent for a moment, patted her butt and stood up, with a wild and beautiful face with a smirk: "You are really not a good lobbyist, discussing family and country affairs with a woman, do you think I will Do you care?"

"At least as long as you don't die, I won't waste this effort."

Lin Xun also got up and said casually, "I don't have many friends at Camp No. 7. If you die, the pain you are going through now will definitely fall on me, so as a friend, of course I won't watch it. I'll send you to death."

Abi was stunned, suddenly stretched out her arms silently, and hugged Lin Xun tightly. After a long time, she murmured in a low voice, "Thank you, little white face."

...

From this day on, Abi returned to normal, and no longer took her life to fight like before.

Lin Xun was not happy at all.

The situation on the battlefield of blood murder is becoming more and more turbulent and tense, with wind and rain everywhere, and various bad news can often be heard from the battlefield in the camp.

"Old Huang went out to perform tasks, and he has already suffered..."

On this day, Lin Xun was about to go to the camp's guard leader Lao Huang for a drink.

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, but heard such bad news from Lu Wenting.

Lin Xun was stunned for a long time, then turned away in silence.

Another friend left.

That night, Lin Xun drank a lot by himself, and remembered the first time he and Lao Huang drank in a tavern.

"My lord, do you know, I've been in this bloody battlefield for five years, five years, the companions around me have changed batch after batch, familiar, unfamiliar, and now, I am almost Forgot who I was to remember."

"Other people say that my life is tough, and I haven't died in five years, which is like a miracle, but I know that my mother is just afraid of death, so every time I fight, I try my best to keep myself from dying, only by chance. Now……"

"However, it's too painful to live like this! The first thought when I wake up every day is, how to live today! Who the hell cares about the future and the future?"

"Hey, there's no way, who made this a bloody battlefield? Death happens all the time, maybe one day, I...I...also..."

The drunk old Huang's voice seemed to be still in his ears, but the others had already left.

In the darkness of the night, there was a sigh in Lin Xun's house: "Old Huang, your mother is a crow's mouth..."

The next morning, Lin Xun left the camp.

...

Blood-killing battlefield, blood-drinking land.

A team of witches and barbarians with a size of hundreds of people is on its way.

Although the number of people in this team is small, they are all elites, and there are five strong people in the enlightenment realm sitting in it!

Their goal was to attack a team of loose cultivators at Imperial Camp VI.

"stop!"

Suddenly, the head of a spiritual powerhouse narrowed his eyes and saw a figure standing on the road from a distance.

It was a young man, wearing a moon-white gown, with black hair hanging down from his waist, his hands behind his back, his eyes staring blankly at the sky in the distance, as if he was in a daze.

The blood-drinking land was a bloody area a long time ago. There were countless bloody battles between witches and barbarians and imperial cultivators.

But today, there is a young man standing there alone, with a casual manner, which seems too abnormal.

The leader of this Wuman powerhouse team is a ruthless character from the Huoman lineage. His name is Yan Jiuge. He is well-informed and rich in experience.

"Everyone be careful!"

There was a strong sense of unease in Yan Jiuge's heart, and he made a decisive decision, causing the team to stop.

"My lord, it's just a human boy, and he was killed casually. What are you worried about?"

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A witch-barbarian strong man muttered.

"You know shit!"

Yan Jiuge cursed, and his expression became more solemn. He always felt that the young man in the distance was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

"Hmph, if Lin Twelve came, it would be worth our attention, but this guy doesn't even have a bow and arrow in his hand..."

The sorcerer was a little disapproving of himself.

But as soon as he said these words, it was like a thunderbolt, which made Yan Jiuge's face change greatly. He finally remembered why he felt that the young man in the distance was a little familiar.

This guy is almost exactly the same as the legendary Lin Twelve!

The only difference is that it lacks the big bone bow and a dark and terrifying divine arrow that is famous for the blood-killing battlefield!

"No, go back!"

Yan Jiuge shouted.

He was sure that the young man must be Lin Shishi, even if the latter did not carry a bow and arrow this time, but just because of his "monstrous reputation", Yan Jiuge felt terrified!

What's more, if a person like Lin Twelve dares to appear here alone, how could he have come to die?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy Yan Jiuge felt in his heart.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

"Retreat? Why do you want to retreat?"

Seeing that Yan Jiuge's reaction was so strong, the other Wuman powerhouses in this team were a little stunned, wondering how threatening a young man would be.

But Yan Jiuge had already escaped, and he was like a gust of wind, shouting angrily as he fled: "A bunch of idiots, that guy is Lin Twelve! Are you waiting to die?"

The voice was like thunder, and all of the Wuman powerhouses in this team were dumbfounded. That guy was really...Lin Twelve?

"Escape!"

When they sensed something was wrong, none of these witches and barbarians started fighting, and immediately fled.

No way, Lin Twelve is now in the Wuman camp, and is simply synonymous with "young devil".

The rumors about him can even make the king of life and death uneasy!

Under such circumstances, who has the courage to stay?

It's just that although they responded quickly, it was already a step too late.

Hearing a roar like a thunderous sound, it suddenly resounded in this world.

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ps: This chapter is a little short, and there will be a second update in the evening. Today, many children's shoes have finished their annual leave and are starting to return to work. I believe that the taste must be unpleasant. Me too, I am tired and exhausted, just like primary school students do not want to go to school after the holiday. ...

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