Zhao Zhuoyan gave a thumbs up and praised: "It's refreshing and neat, and the girl's courage is indeed better than that of a bearded man."

Lin Zhen'er smiled proudly, with disdain for all living beings, and said, "It turns out that you are cunning, worthy of being a cunning old fox. I was wondering at the beginning that you were determined to kill Lin Yuan and let Zhao Jinlong resurrect the soul. Why did you suddenly feel compassionate and spare his life? It turns out that your purpose is a trick that Wu Nu Gorge does not make external stories."

Zhao Zhuoyan glanced at her suspiciously and said to himself, "Why do you seem to have seen this girl with your own eyes? Have you been lurking in secret to peeking at the situation of my Zhao family?"

"Haha..." Lin Zhen'er was very proud, "Since I've arrived on a boat, I might as well tell you the truth. This girl is in charge of the Demon Wishing Tree. When Mu Changfeng made a wish in front of the Evergreen Mountain Wishing Tree, I was not far away, following behind all the way, and many things were clear."

Zhao Zhuoyan said: "Your target should be Fang Zhiran, and you are interested in seeing what kind of girl this future master of the Netherworld Ghost Realm is."

Lin Zhen'er's eyes were full of praise and said, "At first, I planned to find an opportunity to approach her. After I had feelings, I would have a better life when she returned to the Netherworld Ghost Realm in the future. But man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. My enemy is actually her best friend. Mingxu, I have to kill him, and I and Fang Zhiqiang are destined not to coexist."

Zhao Zhuoyan suddenly felt a little afraid, realizing that Lin Zhen'er was going to throw out an unsolvable problem, and said, "What are you talking about this to me?"

"In order to show sincerity in cooperation, I even gave up my own sister," Lin Zhen'er's eyes were extremely fierce, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth. "If you don't show your sincerity in cooperation, how can I believe you?"

Zhao Zhuoyan understood Lin Zhen'er's intention in an instant and said, "Do you want me to kill Mingxu?"

Lin Zhen'er said, "It's great if you know. I can't even give up my own sister. There is nothing I can't do. I'm afraid that I will hesitate and cut off all the way out, and you have to cut off your way out."

Zhao Zhuoyan was extremely panicked. He originally despised Lin Zhen'er, thinking that although she had high cultivation, she was still immature and was easily convinced and destroyed her sister's body with fire. Now it seems that he was too careless and underestimated the little woman in front of him.

He should have thought that Lin Zhen'er was the Rakshasa master of the Netherworld Ghost Realm, and how could he be an ordinary person? This big problem completely disrupted Zhao Zhuoyan's subsequent plan.

Lin Zhen'er said: "I not only want you to kill Mingxu, but also want you to kill Fang Zhiliang. If I can't do it, I will let everyone bury my sister with me, including Lin Yuan and Zhao Jinlong. I will crush the bones and extinguish them together."

Zhao Zhuoyan said: "If you can't do it, you must not do it. If I kill Mingxu, Fang Zhiliang will also kill me. Who can join forces with Zhao Qi to cast the Demon-killing Sword?"

Lin Zhen'er covered her mouth and snickered, making a string of creepy laughter, "That depends on your ability. You don't have the ability to escape. What qualifications do you have to bargain with me?"

In Zhao Zhuoyan's panicked gaze, Lin Zhen'er disappeared without a trace like smoke.

Zhao Zhuoyan rushed down the steps, trying to discuss a proper plan with Mu Changfeng. Suddenly, a weeping willow in the Ming family's woods seemed to be crazy, waving two branches, and in a blink of an eye it turned into dozens of feet long, like a devil's palm, pushing Zhao Zhuoyan to the ground and pressing him tightly.

Zhao Zhuoyan has a very high level of cultivation, but at this time he is like a lamb who can be slaughtered, unable to exclaim or move.

When he was dizzy, Zhao Zhuoyan saw that all the woods in the Ming family were withered, and the dry leaves fell one after another. As the night wind drifted, the sound of ghosts cried faintly sounded in his ears, sobbing and making his scalp numb.

Mu Changfeng looked at all this in secret, concluding that Lin Zhen'er had not gone far and was still wandering near Ming's house, and also concluded that her move was to give Zhao Zhuoyan a warning and would not take his life. It would be a surprise to his opponent, and he had been hiding in the woods.

When Zhao Zhuoyan's life was left, the willow branch automatically shrank back, and the sound of ghost crying completely disappeared. He coughed for a while and got up in a mess.

Recalling what had just happened, Zhao Zhuoyan suddenly found that he had shot himself in the foot. Now he was in a dilemma. What should he do?

If you kill Mingxu, Fang Zhiqiang will definitely not spare his life, and the two will be destined to become enemies of life and death. If you don’t kill Mingxu, Lin Zhen'er will not let him go. Lin Yuan’s life may be difficult to save, and even his son’s body will suffer.

In less than a month, Zhao Zhuoyan was plotted by the two girls one after another. He was angry and annoyed, humming twice, showing a self-deprecating smile.

Mu Changfeng walked out of the darkness and stared at Zhao Zhuoyan for a while. He was a little angry, a little angry, and even more fortunate to gloat. He said, "Master Zhao, you are cunning like an old fox. After all, you have done a stupid thing that will not lose rice if you steal chickens."

Zhao Zhuoyan said: "It is normal, it is normal for the horse to miss the front."

Seeing that his hair was scattered, covered with dead willow leaves, and his clothes were covered with dust, it was extremely embarrassed, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Looking at your virtue, you will know how much you hate me." Zhao Zhuoyan didn't care about Mu Changfeng's disgust for him. He picked the leaves on his hair one by one and said, "You long wish I had fallen into trouble. Now I'm satisfied. Congratulations to you."

"I dare not, I really dare not," Mu Changfeng couldn't help laughing, "I admire my master very much, and I didn't care about it after falling into trouble."

Zhao Zhuoyan said "ah" and said, "I'm old, I can't accept my old age. My mind is useless. The Yangtze River wave pushes the previous wave, and the previous wave is destined to die on the beach. The rising stars are scary. I admire you very much. My psychological endurance is really good. Things are so bad. You still have the leisure to watch my jokes."

Mu Changfeng said: "The younger generation has a characteristic. When things are not bad, they will be very anxious and worried. Once things develop to an uncontrollable level, they will feel that nothing has happened."

"It's really good. Men should do this. What's so great about it? The sky falls and the tallest person is holding it." Zhao Zhuoyan smiled and tidied up his hair and clothes, brushed away the dust on his clothes, and disappeared in a mess. He restored the dignity of the lord of a village. He grabbed Mu Changfeng's hand and said, "I'll wait for tomorrow's sorrow to go tomorrow. After a long time of struggle, my old man's skeleton is about to disperse. Go back and sleep first. Have enough food and drink tomorrow morning. Maybe there will be a solution."

Mu Changfeng glanced at him secretly, not knowing whether Zhao Zhuoyan really didn't care or whether there was a solution. He subconsciously glanced at Mingxu's room, and his heart felt sour.

Mingxu is now simple and calm, with a pure and kind heart, and the room is silent. I don’t know whether he is watching everything secretly, or is so cute and full of heart, and I don’t know that he will become the lamb to be slaughtered again.
Chapter completed!