"Not mentioning it? Yang Wei, do you think there are other ways besides this method?"

An unknown anger rushed around Lang Qinghe's chest. I don't know whether it was the angry leader Yang Wei's protection of a strange "junior brother Bao" from outside, or the sadness that his former leader did not have the decisiveness of Yang Wei's leader... If, if her mother could be protected in this way, even if she finally chose to sacrifice for peace in the Demon-Suppressing Tower, Lang Qinghe would not be so resentful, resentful, and unwilling to accept it.

The head of Yang Wei had a cold face.

Without warm color on his face, he looked more colder than the true Lord of Huayang Hua from Gaoling, who was mentioned by outsiders.

The latter's coldness is to keep people from a thousand miles away, while the cooling of Yang Wei is a momentum from the inside out.

"Junior Brother Yanghua, methods are always something that people think of."

Lang Qinghe sneered and retorted: "How? Think? You are innocent! Do you think you can beat dozens of heads of Lingji Sect? What they have been powerless for so long can only rely on the sacrifices of our ancestors. Can you think of it alone in a short time?"

The head of Yang Wei lowered his head slightly, and his eyes looked at the junior brother who was wide open with almond eyes, red eyes and a light-scarlet color in front of him.

After a long time, a sigh came from his mouth, and his broad and warm palm gently stroked his hair: "Yang Hua, my senior brother is still alive. As the leader of a sect, your senior brother, if anyone really wants to sacrifice to stabilize the overall situation, it will not be your turn to choose, and it will not be your turn to innocent people who have little connection with Lingji Sect. This matter is like this. Senior brother, I have my own considerations in my heart, and there is no need to think about the things around me."

Flicking Lang Qinghe's eyebrows gently.

The force is not heavy, but the sound is not light, leaving only a little blush.

"There is still something else on the sect. Junior Brother Yutan, come back with me. Junior Brother Yang Jing, you will stay in Nirvana Village and pay close attention to the movements of the demon clan. If you can't test it before, you are afraid that they will not give up." The head of Yang Wei returned to his former expression and continued to have a simple smile on his face.

When the leader of Yang Wei took the True Lord Yutan away, Lang Qinghe suddenly came to his senses, and only felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart. He clenched his fists before he could barely suppress it: "Yang Wei, Senior Brother Yang Wei, is he going to do something..."

What does that guy mean?

I hinted that Pei Ye would go to sacrifice his life. Anyway, his life is not long. If he could trade death for more people's lives, it would be considered a matter of death. What's wrong with this? It's not the best choice to weigh the pros and cons! What's more, even Pei Ye himself agreed, what kind of qi is Yang Qi?

Yang Jing replied: "I don't know, but it's not a good thing."

Lang Qinghe was so angry that his chest hurt again.

What's the matter?

Yang Wei was righteous, but he became a despicable villain instead?

He is the clown inside and outside, and the others are true gentlemen with a firm heart, right?

Zhenjun Yang Jing didn't have time to care about Lang Qinghe's psychological condition. He himself also had a lawsuit, like a messed-up line ball, and he couldn't cut it. But the source of his sorrow - the righteous "Senior Brother Bao" - squatted in the corner and moved his shoulders.

The costumes of the Lord of the Immortal Peak were quite complicated. The man squatted on the ground. Even though he had tried to clamp the back skirts stacked with his knees, part of them still fell to the ground.

From a distance, it looked like a huge white flower blooming in the corner.

Zhenjun Yang Jing approached with heavy steps.

"What are you doing?"

Pei Ye turned his head when she heard the sound, and saw that she was holding a machine-machine shovel in her hand, digging a small pit not far from her toe, and a pile of dry firewood was piled up not far away. After a closer look, there was also a rooster with blood hanging on her neck and stripped naked... Oh no, a rooster with chicken feathers,

Zhenjun Yang Jing bent down slightly and raised his hand to bounce a chicken feather stained between Pei Ye's hair.

"I'm taking revenge."

Yang Jing was confused: "Avenge? Are there enemies?"

Pei Ye shook his head and said, "It's not an enemy, it's an enemy' chicken! I just wanted to touch something to eat, but the chicken was very fierce and flapped its wings and came to peck me. How could I ever suffer such grievances? So I sealed my throat with one sword, plucked all my hair, washed it and processed it later and became a beggar chicken."

Zhenjun Yang Jing looked at the chicken with eyes uneasy, and his heavy heart seemed to blow a breeze in, dissipating a lot of boredom.

"Senior Brother Bao, do you have my share?"

Pei Ye threw the machine wooden shovel into the soft mud, and got up and rolled up his sleeves with his mud hands.

"Okay, I'll catch another one for you."

So two more "fearing" roosters were poisoned.

Two Nascent Soul monks of Lingji Sect put their heads on their heads, squatted or sat, set up a bonfire in the corner, and roasted chickens.

Zhenjun Yang Jing also saw many of the wonders of the body of the instrument. It is not too much to say that it is a magic weapon. It has complete functions. It can also be used as a shovel to shovel soil, use a knife to open the belly of the rooster, and use scissors to clean up the tiny chicken feathers. It can even be used as a wooden skewer to connect the rooster's head and tail on a bonfire. It can also turn into lotus leaves to wrap the rooster and apply it to mud, put it in the fire to barbecue.

Finally, it turned into two small stools for them to sit on.

While waiting for the roast chicken, the spirit of the utensils emerged and looked accustomed to it (helpless).

"Yang Jing, don't you think it's too much for her to abuse the artifact like this?"

"How can you overestimate the use of everything?"

The weapon spirit Tiangong pointed at himself: "The old man is a magic weapon, do you know what a magic weapon is?"

Not to mention holding it, you can do this day and earth, but don’t always use it to do these little work, as it will damage its qualities as a magical tool.

If you have a master like this, it will make it unable to raise its head in the artifact group.

Yang Jinghun didn't care: "As long as it is not a secret drama in the boudoir, what kind of abuse and blasphemy is it?"

Artifact Spirit Heavenly Manufacturing: "..."

The old man has a swear word that is not worthy of or not.

So you guys and women still blasphemed and abused them, right?

What's even more annoying is that Yang Jing added: "If your master has done this before, your consciousness must have been blocked and you can't sense it. What's too much? No matter how powerful the artifact is, it is essentially to help the master, right?"

As long as he can help, no matter what he is doing.

Artifact Spirit Heavenly Manufacturing: "..."

The elderly have a heart attack in daily life.

As a magical artifact spirit, it is indeed very aggrieved to be locked by his master in a small dark room.

Damn, so why did it become this guy’s companion artifact spirit?

The other few didn't play so open!

Time passes by rapidly amid the complaints of the Spirit Heavenly Manufacturers.

The roasted chicken is roasted crispy and golden, and the beggar chicken is almost crispy and rotten.

"It's almost ready to come out!"

Pei Ye excitedly used a stick to pull out two pieces of charred mud from under the bonfire, knocked open the mud layer outside with a small hammer, and uncovered the wrapped lotus leaves layer by layer. The fragrance swelled with the rising hot mist.

"It's okay to smell it, my junior sister tastes my skills."

Wash your hands, cut off the big chicken legs with a small knife and put them on the pottery plate, and handed them to Yang Jingzhenjun. Yang Jing has been fasting for many years and rarely eats mortal fireworks. It is obvious that the taste is not good, but it is better than countless delicious foods when eaten in his mouth. He chewed it slowly in small mouthfuls. Pei Ye was not as gentle as his politeness and elaborate as he ate. If Lang Qinghe saw this scene, he might be yelling Pei Ye and criticizing his image.

"Where is the head of Yang Wei?"

After eating, Pei Ye threw the chicken bones back into the bonfire and looked at the previous small room.

"Senior Brother Yang Wei has returned to the sect."

"He agreed to my previous suggestion?" Pei Ye took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, still feeling greasy, and snapped his fingers.

After a cleaning technique, let alone the oil stains on the fingers, the mud stains on the hem of the clothes disappeared, which was refreshing and refreshing, and the fairy spirit was floating.

"He didn't agree, it was impossible!" Yang Jing's eyebrows were gloomy and said in confusion, "Why do you want to die if you can live?"

Pei Ye shrugged: "The problem is that I can't survive. This is no longer a question of whether I ask for it or not. The initiative is not in my hands... Instead of waiting for death passively, it is better to take the initiative in your hands, and at least you can decide when and how to die..."

Even if the results cannot be changed, active and passive are different.

Pei Ye has always been strong and strong. Seeing Yang Jing hanging his head, the orange bonfire dyed half of his side face brightly and red, with sorrow on his eyebrows, she couldn't even say more tough and willful words.

She seemed to be burned by something, and she could take her eyes back after brushing.

She has always been able to beat her, and she actually tasted the trouble of being "stupid" of "mouth".

"Oh, Master Yangxiao, don't think too much, I just...I just want to go home." Her mind was spinning quickly and she talked about a reason, "I don't belong here after all, so I should leave... You don't know, I am still a student, my studies are heavy, and my academic performance is related to my future. I can't fall too far. It's a good thing to go back. Stop the loss in time and reduce sacrifices..."

Why not do it?

"What if!" Yang Jingshi interrupted her unbearable, as if she was enduring something, "What if you can't go back even if you die? What you have to give up is life, and there is only one life, and nothing can be exchanged for! You said you only have sixteen, but which sixteen-year-old child would regard his life as so despised? What do you think this is? Do you have a game? Can you give up your life casually? If you have mature mind and thought carefully, and choose to sacrifice for righteousness, I will naturally not say anything, but you--"

But he always feels that this is the child's nature.

Maybe she doesn’t even have a specific concept of death?

Pei Ye was stunned and laughed: "You are worried about this? I have really thought about it."

Although her reaction was not convincing.

Yang Jing naturally doesn't believe it.

Pei Ye had no choice but to say, "Although I am not old, it does not mean I am not awakened. Don't underestimate the sincere heart of young people. When I decided to take this path, a senior asked me, 'You must be really awakened, not afraid of life or death, protect every federal citizen, guard every inch of land, even if you pay your life for it, you will not see the future of tomorrow'. Although I am still a school student now and this is not my hometown, the core of killing the strong and defending the weak and defending justice remains unchanged...I am a good student."

Zhenjun Yang Jing was almost speechless.

He said stiffly: "You are not strong, we are not weak, and this matter is not a dispute between good and evil."

Looking at the inexplicable awkward Yang Jing, Pei Ye smiled happily.

"Sister Yangxiao, you said so much, but you actually care about me, don't refuse to admit it!"

Yang Jing closed his eyes and admitted: "So what!"

Pei Ye leaned forward and patted him on the shoulder: "No, I recognize you as a friend."

Yang Jing: “…”
To be continued...