Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

Jun Yan’s silence for a long time, leaning his cheek against his shoulder and gently touching his hair: “Would it?”

"No pain." The finger shuttled between the hairs. Wen Jing only felt the hair tremble, causing the scalp to numb and whisper, "Sister, don't you hate me?"

Jun Yanzhi hangs his head and squats slowly and says, "I can’t wait to kill you."

Wen Jing’s eyes are wet: “...I know.”

"You don't have anything to me..." Jun Yanzhi hugged him, squeaked a few words with his teeth, and immediately accepted it and held his lips.

Wen Jing looked at him bitterly.

"Why do you want to save me?" Jun Yanzhi whispered in his ear. "Are you not hating me? I always thought that I want to harm your master, brothers, can't wait to kill me?"

"...I was wrong, my brother." The new pain and old wounds were mixed together, and Wen Jing repented in confusion.

The warm face slowly approached. Suddenly, Wen Jing’s lips were gently rubbed, and quickly caught, like the current passed. The body was smashed tighter, the wound was agitated, and there was no sound in the vague.

"He Ling wants to kill me, can you let me die?"

"I was wrong, my brother." The voice improved slightly and was a little excited.

"Well me and save me, what do you think in your heart?"

"I--"

The hands at the waist groped and moved down. The bodies of the two men were closely attached. The waist of Wenjing was hooped and the body could not move.

Soon, he shook agitatedly and gasped.

The wounds in the whole body are pulling on the pain, but the monarchy is on the head and not pity. Wen Jing was pressed on the bed by him, his face pale, and he endured not asking for mercy.

"Do you have anything to me?" Jun Yan was unwilling to ask, the voice was full of resentment, pain, grievances, sadness, all kinds of complex emotions mixed together, showing the same gaze, and instantly turned Become hateful.

"Have……"

The legs with scars are pressed and the hot body is covered.

Jun Yanzhi no longer has more words, and he does not hesitate to wrap the two in the quilt. Wen Jing issued a painful sigh, and he did not stop. In the chaos, he only heard the staggered gasps, and the occasional screams of Wen Jing.

It hurts and hurts -

No sleep for one night.

After all, the body's ability to withstand is limited, not to mention the injury. After a few hours of tossing and turning over, Wen Jing finally couldn’t stand it. He whispered: "You are playing slowly, I am tired and sleep for a while."

Then, his head hangs and faints.

"Teacher?" Before he fell into the dark dreamland, he heard a nervous call.

When I regained consciousness, the sky was already bright, and I wondered how long it had passed. Wen Jing moved his body, the pain seemed to ease some, but the slight pull was still painful. He thought that it was a good thing to die, but his head turned slightly, but he was shocked.

Jun Yanzhi lay down beside him, staring at him motionlessly, his eyes swollen, his face was covered with tears, like that... just crying.

"What happened to your brother?"

Jun Yan's eyes closed, and his mouth was open, but his voice was sour and hoarse: "You have been in a coma for two days and two nights."

"........." Wen Jing whispered, "Is it scared?"

"……Ok."

Everything is finally calm.

Wen Jing wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and the whole body was like a shelf. Is this a reconciliation, or is it not?

There was no light in the room, but it was quiet and comfortable. The big turtle squats on the ground quietly, and the body is steady and motionless, making people feel calm.

Jun Yanzhi lay down on the bed, squinted his eyes and rested, and held Wen Jing tightly in his arms. Wen Jing did not dare to speak, did not dare to move, half closed his eyes in a daze.

The skin color of Jun Yan’s body is white and white. When wearing a green shirt, it is a gentle feeling. However, when you take off your clothes, you know that he practiced sword all the year round. After all, he is a cultivator, his muscles are lean, and he is not inferior to the martial arts. .

Wen Jing looked up for a while, after all, did not dare to casually touch it, and leaned against it.

Jun Yanzhi looked up at the big turtle and whispered: "This big turtle is not dead that day, how can it live again?"

"Yes... live again." Wen Jing couldn't help but hold his forehead.

Jun Yan’s half squinted, but his face was a little dignified: “There is something weird about this.”

"what happened?"

"This turtle is my monster. When I die, I will break my perception. At that time, I heard that the turtle died. I felt that I could not detect it for a while, and I was sure that the turtle was dead."

"Someone influences your perception."

Jun Yan said faintly: "I want to cut off the perception of me and the beast, and at least be higher than me."

"............" There are very few people like this?

Jun Yan turned over and got out of bed, calmly picked up the big turtle and looked at it, and sent it to Wen Jing: "Look at the turtle before."

Isn't this your own turtle?

Wen Jing said: "You don't have to read... Brother, I have lived with this big turtle for a few years. I don't think the shell is textured. Even the temperament, habits, and small movements have not changed. It must be the one before. ”

Jun Yanzhi gently walked in the room: "Is this the big turtle really dead and resurrected?"

"What do you think of?"

After looking at it for a while, Jun Yan smiled and said: "Nothing, maybe I think too much."

He and his clothes went to bed, lying down beside Wen Jing and squinting his eyes.

Wen Jing suddenly remembered a tangled thing for a long time. When he saw the feeling of Jun Yanzhi, he whispered: "Brother, you said that you... oh... 'Sin is evil, everyone is guilty.' Who told you this?"

"Ask this to do?" Jun Yanzhi slightly frowned.

"Just ask."

"...I thought so when I was young."

"That is what you think of yourself? Why?"

The voice of Jun Yanzhi is low and bitter: "Don't you say... OK?"

"... Yeah, I don't want to say it." Wen Jing clasped his waist and bowed his head.

Jun Yan’s silence for a long time finally said: “...I thought that I was the murderer of more than 400 people in Hengyang Palace when I was a child.”

Wen Jing Xiaosheng: "When you were a child, you lost your memory?"

"Maybe it is amnesia, maybe the memory is blocked. In short, I can't remember clearly. I think of a few fragments in a vague way, but it is not comprehensive. I saw the scene of the killing of the disciples of the Eight Winds and the Moon Palace. I just remembered it all." Jun Yanzhi said plainly, as if it was not related to himself, and looked at the gap between the window door.

"...It turned out to be."

Wen Jing silk looked at the roof without moving.

The value of the system should not be the evaluation of the system, but the evaluation of the person.

Unless this is the case, it is impossible to explain the phrase "sin is sinful, everyone is guilty."

With this in mind, all the places that violated the law can make sense...

When Jun Yanzhi thought that he had killed his parents and sisters, how could he not feel that he was guilty? When people mentioned the tragedy of the Hengyang Palace in the past, they all said in a word that "the child should be killed earlier." In the long run, he thought that he "everyone can get it." Just how did Jun Yanzhi hear these words?

Wen Jing was anxious in his mind: "The value of people here is not what you judge them, but their own views! What are these ghosts?"

There is a line in the brain: "The character value system is completely in line with the original text setting, and there is no violation. Please refer to the original 245 chapter 18 of the "The Robbery of All Lives."

An original box jumped out.

This paragraph is written by Duan Xuan's memories. When he and Lu Yi quarreled because of murder, Lu said: "Good and evil, right and wrong have their own ideas. Especially when the positions are different, the behavior is naturally different. You think that the right thing, I don't necessarily agree, but also very much. It’s hard to convince anyone. Anyone else has to have their own opinions."

In other words, everyone's standards are different. It is very difficult for me to make a decision. I simply put everyone's opinion on myself out.

Wen Jing’s heart is disorderly and slightly angry. The value of the -1000 is not the character of Jun Yan, but it is his fear and embarrassment.

"Why didn't you say it before?"

There is another line in the brain: "No comment."

"In general, shouldn't we measure the value of the person based on my standards of good and evil?"

“The amount of calculation is too large and the system level is not enough.”

"........."

There is a slow line in the mind: "The host recognizes the success of the character system, hides the task, and touches the system's success." Congratulations to the host to complete the 'find the devil' main line task and the 'probation devil' branch Mission, please take care of the host, there will be a period."

Without warning, there is darkness in my mind.

The big turtle on the ground suddenly looked up, and for a long time, he continued to bow his head and lick the fruit.

Wen Jing shook his head and tried to call a few times. His mind was still as dead as the same water, and everything disappeared without a trace.

that's it?

Some inexplicable ones are not willing...

This "self-defense system" never forced him to do anything, but he often mentioned him. Although it will occasionally be a bad thing, in general it is not annoying, and always feels a little bit lingering.

Wen Jing sat down lightly.

"Where are you going?" Jun Yanzhi hugged his waist and hugged him tightly.

"...cook the bowl noodles for you." Wen Jing softly appease.

When Jun Yan was a miserable child, it is not difficult to understand why it is so insecure now. The sword that stabbed him a few days ago must have caused a fatal blow to him, otherwise he would not want to die on his own.

Scratching his heart, no remedial, now regret is useless.

Jun Yanzhi just wants to answer, but the voice suddenly sinks down: "Don't go... it's too late."

"What is late?"

Suddenly, there was a strong aura surge outside the door.

Wen Jing immediately turned his head: "Who?"

The shadow between the curtains is faint, and it is faintly visible that many monks have fallen on the ground and seem to have gathered many people.

"They are all coming." Jun Yanzhi whispered.

"Jun Yanzhi, come out to speak." That is a calm voice.

Wen Jing looked around and the mountain was filled with black-pressed monks, covering the sky, and surrounded the hut.

"What happened? He Ling told you?" Wen Jing raised a long sword from the bed. One step chaos, step by step chaos, is it necessary to kill the end of Jun Yan's finale?

Jun Yanzhi did not care, and pressed Wen Jing to the bed to kiss.

"what are you doing?"

"Do not move here."

Wen Jing took him nervously: "What are you going to do?"

"I will pick you up after defeating them." Jun Yanzhi picked up the hair band on the ground, gently pushed Wen Jing, and set up an enchantment at the edge of the bed.

"You can't beat them!" Wen Jing was too late to push down the corner and watched himself shut up. He suddenly burst into tears. "Senior brother, don't tell me, is this all arranged by you?"

Jun Yan smiled faintly: "The elders of Yuan Ying did not go out. These people are not talking about it. I also want to ask some questions."

"No!" Wenjing smashed the enchantment and said with anger: "Brother, you listen to me, the sect of the sect has a treasure ‘诛仙塔’, very powerful...”

"How is a powerful law?"

"It has three real fires!"

Outside the door came a quiet voice: "Jun Yanzhi, come out."

Jun Yan's exploration into the enchantment kissed him, vaguely said "don't worry", and did not go back.

"You want to die by yourself, leave me alone!"

The door was slammed shut.

"Jun Yanzhi!"

The big turtle jerked his head up and looked at Wen Jing.

Wen Jing wheezed and tried to calm down. Jun Yanzhi thought that the Qingxu Jianzong was his opponent, but he did not know that there was a powerful instrument "Zhu Xian Tower" left by Qing Zizi. Xi Fang puts such a big posture now, it is necessary to put him to death...

He suddenly became very difficult to make himself. This irresponsible man! Just got him, will he be widowed?

Desperately tearing a strong enchantment, but no effect. Although Xuantian mosquitoes can bite the enchantment, they are not in the room now, and they are released by Jun Yanzhi...

This murder, and sure enough, everything is planned by him!

Wen Jing couldn't bear to scream and sit on the bed with sorrow.

After a long time.

Suddenly a slight "beep" sound came from the corner. Wen Jing turned his head and looked at it. He saw a small black dot swaying and fluttering in the air, seemingly confused.

Wen Jing was laughed at by it: "Come on, help me bite the enchantment!"

Other Xuantian mosquitoes have been driven out by Jun Yan. I don’t know if this is because the movement is slow, or it is rejected by the companions. I don’t know when I flew back, and I have been sleeping in the corner.

When the mosquito saw the call of Wen Jing, he hurried his head and flew over to his hand.

"Only to fool the idiot, hurry to bite the enchantment!" Wen Jing smiled and pointed to the bed along a layer of faint green barrier.

The mosquito immediately rushed.

The stone house was quiet for a long time, and the door was lightly opened. All the faces were awe-inspiring, clenching the sword in their hands and looking at it with all their spirits. Liu Yan was standing in the crowd, his face was pale and there was no trace of blood. He whispered: "Is it really a magician?"

He Ling calmed his face and did not speak.

For a moment, a young man in his twenties, a plain green shirt, came out in the stone house. He glanced at the people around him, stayed on He Ling and Liu Yimo for a moment, and closed the door with ease.

There is some hesitation in the hearts of everyone. Such a temperamental duster is the legendary murderer who does not blink. Is there something wrong with it?

The expression of Jun Yanzhi is as harmless as usual, and there is no murderousness. He glanced at the smelling person standing next to the seat, and smiled and said: "Will the body of the brothers be well?"

Hearing his face, his face was green and white, and his lips trembled with fear. He said: "Jun Yanzhi, you don't have to play like usual. Today is your death."

Jun Yan smiled a bit: "I don't understand what the brothers are saying."

"Do you think you can still be jealous? I..."

The seat slowly glanced at him, smelling people biting his teeth and closing his mouth.

At any time, Jun Yanzhi is a seemingly uncontested appearance. Today, I can’t see any tension. He looked at the mat and said nothing, and he also looked back at him and said nothing.

The disciples watched the two men go high and high, and they all quietly blew in the mountains, dare not bother, and made a little noise.

For a long time, Xi Fang finally said: "Yan, what do you want to say to me today?"

Jun Yan’s silence was a moment, and he made a slight sigh: “So far, the disciples don’t want to hide any more, just want to ask the lord one thing, hope that the lord can tell the truth.”

"You say it."

"After the death of Hengyang Palace, was the Sovereign saved me?"

Everyone looked at each other and didn't know why things would go to Hengyang Palace. Some people couldn't even think of Hengyang Palace, but they didn't dare to whisper, waiting for the following.

There was a hint of emotion in the face of the mat, which was very light and unstoppable. It was like sadness and sadness and anger. After a long time, he finally said: "...good, it is indeed that I saved you."

"The disciple wants to know what happened in the past."

The table looked at the disciples around and sighed softly, like the heavy burden of years. He finally said: "I was so soft at the moment that it led to such a thing, and it is hard to blame. It has reached the point of today, and it is time to continue to conceal it. It is time to say it."

Jun Yanzhi made another jealousy: "The disciples are listening."

All the people were staring at the seats, and there was no movement. No matter what he wants to say now, he will certainly be able to set off a storm.

"I didn't know each other with your father. I was a good friend. I met each other late. I once agreed to drink at Hengyang Palace. I had a problem with Jianzong. I arrived at night. I didn't expect to arrive. At the time, the corpse was everywhere, and the Hengyang Palace was completely destroyed."

The seat paused and continued: "I felt a little weird at the time. The expressions of these bodies were fierce and cruel, not like the appearance of normal death. I couldn’t think too much, looking for a long time in the mountains, finally finding you, you. The bodies of fathers, mothers and sisters."

"and after?"

"Later... When I was about to bury you, I found that your **** is still there. I have a little comfort in my heart. I thought that your father will finally bring you back to the Mount Yangyang, and I want you to wake up. Tell me who was the murderer of Hengyang Palace that night."

Jun Yanzhi looked at him, but the grief in the air was getting stronger and stronger.

"I was taking good care of you. Unfortunately, after a few days, you haven't woken up yet, and you don't know where it came from. You are the culprit that led to the destruction of the Hengyang Palace. I know that you are born with some magic, and when you were young, you have attracted The man kills himself, and the look of the corpse on that night is clearly the madness. I thought for a long time, I really can’t bear to destroy your father’s only blood, and I can’t bear to let you remember what happened this night, I will take you The memory is sealed and thrown in the Mount Yangyang, I want you to kill yourself."

Jun Yan smiled faintly: "Unfortunately, the Sovereign has not sealed all of them, I still remember a little." He paused and said: "Why did the Sovereign let me enter the Qingxu Jianzong?"

"When the mountain gate was wide open, you came to Jianzong to apprentice. My heart is depressed and I don't know how to deal with you. On the qualifications, you are a rare seedling that is rare in a hundred years. It is a pity that it is a waste, but at any time. It will put the swordsman in danger. I have been thinking for a long time and decided to take it over and observe it. I didn’t expect it to be a low-key, guarding the rules, loving the door, and never causing trouble. Slowly relieved."

Liu Yanmo listened calmly, and covered with a layer of water mist.

After the release of the past, Zheng Zheng said: "Now things have come to the fore. I just want to ask you personally: In the past few years, the five major factions have been repeatedly harmed by magic, are you doing it in the dark?"

In the mouth of Jun Yanzhi, two words are drawn: "Exactly."

Everyone was indignant like a fryer, and some people looked at him incredulously, and screamed in a hurry.

"First hurt people and save them?"

"Nonsense! For what? Fame? The treasures given by the head?"

"It's amazing, it's really amazing! This method is really sultry!" Several of them showed a slight expression of admiration, but they were immediately glanced at by the peaks. The older disciples screamed and screamed.

"This is a magic repair, what are you thinking about?"

"He can put you to death at any time!"

The banquet slowly said: "The Qingxu Jianzong is responsible for helping the justice and eradicating the magic repair. I left it for a moment, and it became the disaster of today. The responsibility is all on me. Yanzhi, the instinct is incompatible, I have no retreat. ""

Jun Yanzhi looked at the crowd and said: "Thank you for the fact that the sect of the sect did not kill the same year. Unfortunately, I have something to do, but I cannot be a prisoner."

The voice did not fall, and the sword was released from the sword.

At that time, the wind and cloud changed color, and more than a dozen people rushed toward Junyan.

In the room, the Jianqi Jianfeng made the stone house hanging, the cracking sound, the screaming wind tangled together, and the ground moved. The mosquito smashed the enchantment with great difficulty, Wen Jing urged: "Hurry up, already started playing!"

The big turtle had already climbed over and opened his mouth and tried to bite the enchantment.

Finally, the enchantment was torn open, and Wen Jing struggled to drill out.

"Bang", the roof collapsed, broke a big hole, the stone dust fell, squatting on the chilly ground, deafening.

There was a dull pain outside the door, and the voice was so familiar. Wen Jing did not dare to look out.

He hurriedly wrote two lines at the table, stuffed the paper into a large turtle, and told him: "Help me to take care of the brother, not let him go crazy, and let him die."

He stuffed the big turtle into the storage bag on the table, tied the storage bag, and threw the cliff from the window.

There was another pain outside the door, and Wen Jing rushed out.

A giant tower of black scorpion is constantly rotating, and the tens of thousands of gold wires that are issued will be tightly entangled in the dynasty. Suddenly there was a sudden pain in the waist and it seemed to be passed through.

"what--!"

The heart of the devil rises up and turns into countless devils in his mind. Jun Yanzhi shook his head and whispered: "Can't be crazy... can't be mad... the younger brother is nearby..."

If you can't go crazy, you have to die.

The left arm was stabbed again, and the blood burst.

The tower of the black scorpion was really powerful, and it was only raised from the seat and magnified, and it was too difficult to move him. If you go on like this, I am afraid I will die...

Jun Yanzhi's body is full of magic, but he can't help but twist the filaments. The force is as strong as the sharp edge of the blade. The Nanyanfeng Peak, who is not far away, immediately screams and falls to the ground.

"Sovereign!" Lu Changqing looked at the seats indifferently.

"Kill him."

Suddenly, the air swords crossed like a long rainbow, the wind in the ear screamed, and the disciples who were lower were exclaimed, and suddenly they fell.

"Jing Shidi!" Liu Yan yelled, "You go back to the house!"

Wen Jing holds a long-sword, and his clothes are bloody, and he sighs: "No one can bully Jun Yan!"

His model sample is clear, but at this moment, the momentum is on the rise, and the thunder is like a god. It is awe-inspiring, especially in the hands of the sword, showing the glory of the five elements, changing constantly, clearly is a fairy weapon.

Put the whisper softly: "Suppressed sword?"

Wen Jing meditation in the heart of the way to escape from the tower of the celestial tower, the heart of the road "can not die can not die", a flying pounced toward the giant tower rushed, Lang said: "Jun brother, you give me a big turtle! ”

The sword gas hit the giant tower, and the sound of a rock-shattering collision sounded. The eardrums of the disciples who were repaired as low disciples were punctured, and the mind was dizzy. When they fell on the ground, they slammed their heads.

Suddenly, the sky shines and the figure of Wen Jing is completely covered.

Thousands of gold wires that were entangled in Jun Yan disappeared immediately. He immediately flew into the air and cried in a panic: "Teacher!" Then, "Dangdang", the same black things fell from the sky and fell to the ground.

Liu Yanmo swayed and stood up, only to see Jun Yan’s standing in the same place, holding the black giant tower like his hands. Looking around, Wenjing disappeared. 2k novel reading network