Hua Heng looked at the sullen young man, but there was a slight smile on his face.

"You are not good enough for her, Tang Jin. People like you who are born despicable are destined to be abandoned. Why drag innocent people to hell with you."

Hua Qian was taken aback, why did Hua Heng provoke Tang Jin on purpose?

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Tang Jin's eyes were gloomy like a storm, and his face that had a hint of expression turned cold completely, and his gaze towards Hua Heng was full of raging killing intent.

Hua Qian watched as the knuckles of his fingers clenched tightly on the fan turned white, and the veins in his thin palms bulged, like a lone wolf that was about to erupt at any moment.

She suddenly thought of the corpse in the cottage that had been stabbed into mud, her heart trembled suddenly, and she subconsciously shouted in front of Hua Heng.

"Tang Jin, he is my brother!"

However, in the next second, Huaqian realized that he had made a huge mistake.

Her behavior at this time was tantamount to pushing herself to the opposite of Tang Jin, and she was swearing her betrayal to him.

Tang Jin looked at her body protecting Jia Shaolong without hesitation, a trace of disbelief flashed in her eyes, and boundless anger and jealousy burst out of her heart.

His eyes were already as dark as an abyss, and his slender fingers trembled slightly because of patience, but he suppressed the desire to kill and ordered in a low voice.

"Yuqian, come here."

Come to me, I'm the only one you care about.

Tang Jin didn't know what he was doing right now.

He should have snatched Huaqian over, stabbed Jia Shaolong into a pool of mud, skinned and dismembered him and fed him to the dogs, so that this so-called elder brother would disappear from the world forever.

Only in this way can Huaqian belong to him alone.

But Tang Jin looked at the thin figure standing in front of Jia Shaolong, her anger and jealousy were mixed with a trace of indescribable sadness and grievance.

Obviously before, she still prevented Yue Luozhi from sharing the stage with him, and kept saying that she loved him, but now she stood in front of another person without hesitation.

elder brother……

Is that the person Huaqian always misses in his dreams?

Jealousy burns reason like a prairie fire, and Tang Jin's eyes are stained with violence.

He must die.

However, facing Huaqian, Tang Jin stubbornly wanted her to come over by herself and walk to his side.

As if that could prove that for Huaqian, he is the only important person.

Looking at Tang Jin's eyes, Hua Qian felt a little weak.

She knew what a crazy Tang Jin looked like. It was a beast that no one could stop and wanted to tear everything into pieces.

Hua Qian gritted her teeth, tried her best to hold back the trembling and fear, and wanted to walk to Tang Jin's side.

This is the only way she can think of to stop him.

But before she could take a step, she felt a tightness in her wrist.

When Hua Qian turned around, he saw Hua Heng grabbed her wrist and shook his head slightly at her.

Hua Qian was startled, she didn't know what Hua Heng wanted to do, but she finally stopped.

Then, she saw Hua Heng looking up at Tang Jin with a trace of pity and ridicule in her eyes.

"She was never called Yuqian, she was Huaqian, my sister, my only relative, not yours."

Hua Heng paused and chuckled lightly.

"So you don't even know her name."

Tang Jin remained expressionless, but his complexion turned pale for a moment.

He looked at Hua Qian's dodging eyes, and understood that what Jia Shaolong said was true.

Tang Jin pursed her lips and stared at Hua Qian, but she avoided her gaze and stood with Hua Heng, as if that was her support.

There seemed to be a sharp and eerie laughter echoing in his ears, pulling every nerve in him.

Tang Jin painfully pressed his forehead, trying to block the voice in his head.

But those voices were like sharp filaments wrapping around his body, the tighter and tighter the wrapping, as if they were about to smash him, but it was like a ghost whispering to tempt him.

"kill him."

"kill him!"

"As long as you kill him, Hua Qian is yours alone."

Hua Qian had never seen Tang Jin's expression so painful, as if he was enduring huge torture.

Looking at his bloodshot eyes, she instinctively couldn't let Hua Heng be so exciting anymore, and urged in a low voice.

"Brother, hurry up."

After saying that, she threw off Hua Heng's hand and ran towards Tang Jin, hugging his crumbling body and said anxiously.

"Tang Jin, I didn't hide it from you on purpose, it's just that the reason is too complicated. I don't know how to tell you. If you want to know, I'll tell you, okay?"

The soft body slammed into his arms, and Tang Jin immediately hugged her tightly like a piece of driftwood, as if to integrate her into his body.

The tip of the nose is faintly scented with fruit and pear, as if a good medicine for calming the mind makes the sharp voice in his mind dissipate.

Tang Jin gasped for breath, like a drowning man who was desperately saved.

Seeing that his state was not right, Hua Qian didn't dare to provoke him any more, but just let him hold it, feeling his breath buried deep in his shoulders.

After a while, the rapid breathing gradually calmed down, Hua Qian whispered tentatively.

"Tang Jin?"

In response to her, there was a low smile in her ears.

Hua Qian froze his body.

This laughter was light and ghostly, like the cold ghost claws clinging to her spine when she was dreaming at midnight, causing her hair to stand up in an instant.

Tang Jin pressed Hua Qian's back neck and hugged her in his arms, leaving no gaps between the skin-to-skin kisses.

However, he raised his eyes to look at Hua Heng, who was staring at the two not far away, and slowly opened the corners of his lips, pulling out a strange, chilling smile.

He lightly opened his thin lips and whispered against Hua Qian's ear.

"Should have killed him last time."

"Tang Jin!"

Hua Qian's heart seemed to be crushed by a hand. She grabbed Tang Jin's shirt and wanted to look up at him, but she was forcibly held down on the back of her neck and couldn't move.

Tang Jin fascinatedly stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked her red-stained earlobe, feeling the slight tremor of the person in his arms, and his tone became more and more madly happy.

"It'll be fine soon."

For a moment, Hua Qian felt her arms empty.

Tang Jin had already passed her and flew out, with all the twenty-eight blades of the folding fan in his hand flying towards Hua Heng.

Hua Heng's pupils shrank violently, and he slumped back to avoid the blade with his feet on the stone wall.

However, the blades shot all the way towards his fatal spot, blocking his retreat.

Hua Heng tried her best, but she was only able to escape the fatal wound, blood spurted out, and her arms and neck were cut.

He covered his neck, and the shirt on his chest was soaked with scarlet blood.

Tang Jin still did not let him go, and the ghostly figure was already in front of him in an instant.

The fan of knives went straight to the neck, trying to cut off his head.

Different from playing tricks on the martial arts arena, Tang Jin's moves at this time are all dead hands.

Hua Qian saw that Hua Heng was at a disadvantage and was obviously not Tang Jin's opponent, so he almost lost his life several times. Seeing that the fan of the knife was about to cut off his head, Hua Qian's heart suddenly tightened, and it was too late to take out the long whip and throw it away.

"Tang Jin, stop!"

"Shh-!"

Under the firelight, the silver-white long whip showed a twisted and treacherous red.

Time seemed to stagnate for a moment, and it was so quiet that you could hear the sound of icy cold water dripping from the stone walls of the dungeon.

The dripping blood, the broken clothes in a corner of the air, and the purse that flew to the ground stayed in the picture scroll of time like a brand.

The blade-thin scales on the whip sharply cut through Tang Jin's shirt, and blood flowed down his arm, dripping from his fingertips.

Hua Qian never thought of hurting Tang Jin, and she never thought she could hurt Tang Jin.

How could a boy as powerful as a god be injured by her humble martial arts.

She just... wanted to separate the two.

The ugly purse flew to her feet, breaking the silent time.

Hua Qian looked down dazedly, and the purse had been torn apart by the long whip, revealing a strand of blue silk wrapped around a red thread.

She picked up the strand of blue silk. Half of the hair in plain white hands was thick as ink and the other was slightly lighter in color, but at this moment, they were entangled in each other.

That was Tang Jin and her hair.

Hua Qian raised her eyes to look at Tang Jin. Under the firelight, the young man looked down at the bleeding arm with a blank expression.

There is a dazzling scar on his wrist.

It was the wound that was bitten by the shark.

Originally, Tang Jin kept it to prevent the scar from disappearing, because he wanted Hua Qian to kiss him sticky every time he saw it.

At this time, it was exposed to everyone like a joke.

"Tang Jin..."

Hua Qian opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but at the end of his red eyes there was nothing to say.

what to say.

Said she didn't mean it, said she liked him?

All language seems pale and powerless.

At this time, she did betray him, but if she did it again, she would still stop it.

Tang Jin seemed to chuckle lightly, but the corners of his tearful eyes were suddenly filled with violence and murderous intent.

He clenched the fan of the knife and rushed towards Hua Heng again, ignoring the bleeding arm.

kill him.

kill him!

Hua Heng seemed powerless to stop, leaning weakly against the wall, waiting for death to come.

However, a figure suddenly appeared, spreading his arms to protect his scarred body.

Hua Qian held the long hair wrapped in red thread tightly in her hands.

She couldn't just watch her brother get killed, but she couldn't shoot Tang Jin again.

Hua Qian had already forgotten what nonsense mission at this moment.

She only knew that if Tang Jin had to kill Hua Heng, she couldn't stop her, and she couldn't be with him as before as if she didn't know anything.

Then kill her first.

End this bastard.

Tang Jin looked at the pale face in front of him, anger, despair, sadness, and jealousy erupted in an instant.

Why, why betray him?

The ghostly whispers in my head sounded again.

kill him!

kill them!

However, the fan of the knife that slashed towards the girl's slender neck was still slanted, cutting off a strand of her long hair.

At the same time, Hua Heng, who was behind Hua Qian, raised the corner of his mouth slightly and hit Tang Jin's chest with a palm.

In an instant, in Hua Qian's stunned eyes, the blue figure flew out and smashed heavily on the stone wall, with such force that the solid stone wall cracked.

The pain was as if his chest was torn apart, Tang Jin supported the ground with one hand, and blood vomited out of his mouth.

Seeing this, Hua Qian immediately ran towards him: "Tang Jin!"

However, as soon as her neck hurt, she saw darkness in front of her.

Hua Heng hugged Hua Qian's fainted body and looked at Tang Jin lightly.

"Do you know why she could die for me?"

Hua Heng looked at the blue silk falling from Hua Qian's hand, her voice was ethereal as if she was recalling the past.

"Because we are connected by blood, we have been dependent on each other since childhood, we love each other as we love ourselves, how can you compare them."

Tang Jin pressed down on his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood again, the pain of crushing boulders accompanied by bursts of breathing.

He said coldly, "You've been pretending."

The strength of this palm is like a collapse of a mountain, directly hurting his heart, and it is definitely not the strength Jia Shaolong usually shows.

Hua Heng raised the corners of his mouth: "You are really pitiful, you don't even recognize the palm of your mother's clan. But it is true that your mother, that idiot, betrayed the Demon Sect and entered the Jade Machine Gate, but ended up being slapped by the head. Tang That hypocrite, Wu, keeps saying that he wants to travel the world with her, but he doesn't even dare to give up the position of head for her. A traitor and a coward, but a lunatic is born, it is really excellent. "

Hua Heng looked down at him with disgust in his eyes.

"You're a bastard."

However, this sentence did not seem to cause any harm to Tang Jin.

Tang Jin even sneered, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stumbled to his feet, his bright red palm spreading out the fan of the knife.

Fresh blood flowed through the picture of the peacock perched on the black crystal black iron fan, like a swipe of rich paint to outline a thrilling stroke.

His voice was cold and mad.

"Put her down."

However, Hua Heng just chuckled.

At the same time, a deafening roar sounded, and the stone wall behind him slowly opened from the middle, and behind it turned out to be a tunnel that even Hua Qian didn't know about.

A column of believers wearing black ghost faces came out of the tunnel with weapons in hand, blocking Hua Heng.

"Sect Master, it's late."

"It came just fine."

Hua Heng hugged Hua Qian and turned around without looking back, walked into the tunnel, and said lightly, "Stop him."

"Yes!"

Tang Jin looked coldly at the pilgrims who were rushing in, but he didn't want to fight. He stared at Hua Heng and flew over the crowd.

However, hooks and ropes flew out from the cuffs of those believers towards him.

The space in the dungeon was narrow, and Tang Jin was seriously injured at this time, and his movements were a little sluggish. Before he could dodge, his injured arm was wrapped around a hook and rope to prevent him from advancing.

With the fan of the knife raised in his hand, he decisively cut off the hook and rope. Tang Jin let the iron hook go deep into the wound and turned his head to rush towards the tunnel.

However, it was still a second slower.

The stone wall closed abruptly, and the figure finally disappeared in front of his eyes.

Tang Jin stood in front of the stone wall, and slapped the stone wall full of violence and fear.

The stone wall immediately cracked, and the gravel all over the wall collapsed, but the wall after peeling off the gravel revealed radiant black dazzling stones.

It was a secret door forged from black crystal black iron.

Tang Jin looked at the black crystal black iron that was blocking him and Hua Qian completely, and felt a pain in his chest.

He leaned on the wall with one hand, covered his mouth and coughed out a mouthful of blood, coughing violently.

Blood dripped through his fingers onto the cold ground, and the person in front of him looked weak and vulnerable.

But the disciples behind him were frightened by the rock-shattering palm just now and dared not attack easily, they only surrounded him and approached cautiously.

Suddenly, the blood-covered boy in front of him let out a strange laugh.

Everyone was taken aback.

Is he crazy?

However, the boy's laughter didn't stop, and even gradually amplified, until he pressed his forehead with one hand and his shoulders trembled, and the raging laughter echoed throughout the cell.

After a long time, he slowly let go of his hands, his face stained with blood was like a beautiful red branch blooming in the mountain snow.

"Do you enjoy playing?"

Tang Jin turned around and asked softly.

His voice was clear and clear, but at this moment it was slightly hoarse, adding a bit of temptation, more like a bewitching demon.

Tang Jin grinned, tilted her head slightly to look at the crowd, her disheveled forehead hair brushed across her eyelids and covered her dark eyes that looked like abysses.

In the next second, everyone watched him with wide eyes as he pulled out the lock that was deeply embedded in his arm.

The iron hook pulled the flesh and blood and was thrown to the ground, but the person in front of him didn't seem to feel the slightest pain.

"Let's play then."

The author has something to say:

Hua Heng: You little bastard still wants to play with me.

Tang Jin: Just wait.