Fang Zhiliang immediately grabbed Lin Zhen'er's wrist and said, "Think twice before acting. She is your only relative. Don't even leave a thought for herself?"

"There is no need for this. Only by being heartless and righteous can one be truly invincible. I will not have any weaknesses." Lin Zhen'er secretly activates spiritual power, which shocked Fang Zhiran to take a step back. Just as she tear the portrait, she suddenly ignited the portrait with a "chewing", and the portrait spontaneously burned, and the fire was extremely bright and dazzling.

Lin Zhen'er's hand was severely burned and she immediately threw the portrait into the perfume lake.

The portrait floated on the lake, and the fire was still rising. Lin Baoer in the painting seemed to be conscious, making a shrill scream, and the sound was harsh. Mu Changfeng, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help but feel numb.

Lin Zhen'er was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but remember the situation of Lin Baoer's body burning that day, and her whole body trembled.

Lin Baoer in the painting stretched out his hands in the fire and kept calling for help, "Help, help, sister, save me."

"What trick did you use?" Lin Zhen'er was shocked and angry, glared at Fang Zhiran, and ran away with a big red lantern.

"Sister, sister, save me." Lin Baoer's sorrowful cry became much weaker, and with a crying voice, Lin Zhener was almost crazy.

After all, she was an unusual woman. She expected Fang Zhiran to deliberately use tricks to stimulate her mind, so she quickly calmed down and ran away quickly.

Fang Zhiliang picked up the portrait of a fire in the lake, flashed and stopped Lin Zhen'er's way, and said, "Miss Baoer misses you, where are you going?"

Lin Zhen'er saw the sister shed blood and tears in the portrait. The sadness and pain were shocking, and forced herself to turn her head and escape to another road.

Fang Zhiqiang flashed, blocking her way again, and said with a smile: "You set fire to your sister's body with your own hands that day, but you heard her crying? Are you as heartbroken as you are today?"

Lin Zhen'er said angrily: "Shut up."

"Miss Baoer is waiting for you on the Naihe Bridge. Do you have the heart to let her wait for thirty years? Let's break it up quickly, so that you can stay with your dear girl." Fang Zhiliang said while using the ecstasy technique, hoping that Lin Zhener would be successfully ecstasy in panic.

Lin Zhen'er felt dizzy and felt disgusted. The various abuses she suffered when she was young and the torture she suffered when she was in the Netherworld Ghost Realm all rushed to her heart in an instant.

Seeing that the wisdom was effective, Fang Zhiqiang continued to say in a bewitching voice: "You shouldn't have come to the world, gods hate ghosts, and they are extremely dirty. You are a shame for the Lin family, so it's better to finish it quickly."

Mu Changfeng quietly came to agarwood tree behind the two of them, and immediately remembered that Bai Xue was so fascinated by Xue Muyan in Yiai Temple.

Xue Muyan's cultivation is lower than Bai Xue, because Mu Changfeng took time to rescue him and avoided death.

Lin Zhen'er's cultivation is stronger than Fang Zhiran, and is different from Xue Muyan's fierce and sentimentality. I'm afraid this plan will not work.

As Mu Changfeng expected, Lin Zhen'er took a deep breath, avoided Fang Zhiran's eyes, and quickly suppressed the feeling of world-weariness and said, "I have experienced the tempering of blood and fire, and have reached this day for a lifetime. How could I be easily broken by myself?" After saying that, she patted her palms gently, and several agarwood trees moved a few times, and began to stretch their branches and tangle together, like a giant net, covering Fang Zhiran's head.

Mu Changfeng jumped out of the darkness, pulled out the Chixiao Sword, brushed twice, and cut off all the branches.

Lin Zhen'er waved a bone whip, wrapped around Mu Changfeng's waist, and then kicked him in the heart.

Mu Changfeng's internal organs were in severe pain. He vomited a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Lin Zhen'er said: "Okay, Fang Zhiran, what kind of mutual appreciation is just lying to me. You and this kid plan to plot against me together."

Fang Zhiliang smiled strangely and said, "I am still meticulous in my work, so why can't I have no plan to reserve? I sincerely advise you, but I made preparations for the inability to persuade you in advance. You really made me look at you with admiration. If someone else had been in a mess, you would have been so calm and calm, which made me admire you."

Lin Zhen'er said: "Without this skill, how can I live until now."

Fang Zhiliang said: "What did you pay to survive in the Netherworld Ghost Realm? It should be inevitable to kill innocent people. What else? Is the chastity sand on your arm still there?"

This sentence poked Lin Zhen'er's pain. Under the moonlight, her face was as white as paper, without any blood.

Fang Zhiliang said contemptuously: "How could I compare you with my ancestor Qin Yiluo? She practiced tricks and escaped from the Nether Ghost Realm, and you finally chose to rely on the Nether Ghost Realm. She was trapped for three years and was always flawless, and you were already covered in sewage. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

Lin Zhen'er's face was distorted and she shouted: "I'm going to tear you apart."

Fang Zhiliang said twice, "Yeah, it's better to purify the dirty things with fire." Suddenly, he shook the portrait in his hand, and the harsh howlings pierced the night sky. Lin Baoer was in fire all over, struggled to run out of the portrait, and rushed towards Lin Zhen'er frantically.

"Sister, save me, save me."

"Don't come over, otherwise you're welcome."

"Sister, I'm so painful all over my body."

Lin Zhen'er dodged left and right, and Lin Bao'er followed her like a shadow, always chasing her.

Lin Zhen'er closed her eyes and stopped looking at Lin Baoer. She raised her bones in her hand and immediately broke up Lin Baoer in the fire.

The lakeside was quiet, and only the sound of the wind was heard, like a girl's heartbroken sob, sad and resentful, endless.

Fang Zhiliang was a little surprised, but also admired Lin Zhener's quick decision and ruthlessness.

Originally, she wanted to use the same trick again and deal with her like she did with Min Fen, but Fang Zhiqiang finally underestimated Lin Zhen'er's ruthlessness.

No matter how cruel Min Fen was, she was unquestionable for her son’s true feelings, and was eventually disturbed by Zhao Jinlong’s portrait.

For Lin Zhen'er, it is more important to keep her position in the Netherworld Ghost Realm than anything else, and brothers and sisters can sacrifice it. It is obviously inappropriate to deal with Min Fen to deal with her.

"Fang Zhiliang, don't you want to protect Mingjia Village? I've destroyed Mingjia Village now, making you regret annoyed me until you die." Lin Zhen'er looked extremely fierce. She let go of her hand and the big red lantern quickly floated into the air. In an instant, red light filled the sky, and bursts of ghost crying were endless.

Mu Changfeng said intimately that he was terrible, knowing that Lin Zhen'er was going to summon the army of undead to slaughter Mingjia Village.

For more than twenty years, he had never been so desperate and depressed. Facing the cruel and cunning Lin Zhen'er, he completely understood what helplessness is.

In fear and despair, Mu Changfeng shouted loudly: "Grandma Hai, you can be destroyed nearby Mingjia Village. Please help me."
Chapter completed!