Yu Qingchi didn't know how to refute him for a moment, so he just stared at him blankly. After a while, he seemed to suddenly wake up from his lobbying: "No matter how good the evil magic is, it is also the evil magic. How can our decent disciples follow the demons

Do people from the clan practice evil skills like they do?"

Yan Fanglin knew that he would be brainwashed for a while, so he sighed and said, "It's probably because he's been kidnapped a few times? I've had enough of this feeling of involuntary action. Anyway, if that evil magic is given to me

, I think I am willing to practice at this moment. Instead of being an obedient and sensible apprentice, I want to be a strong man, protect myself and the people around me. This stability and reassurance can only be given by strength.”

He didn't go to see Yu Qingchi, so he didn't see the shock that his words brought to Yu Qingchi.

Because in the past few days, no one can understand the torment brought by anxiety but powerlessness, as if Yu Qingchi, who has become a destitute, has become a deceased person.

He watched Yan Fanglin be kidnapped by Hua Wuxiang, but he could only be anxious incompetent. Not to mention robbing him back, he was afraid that he would be a drag on him even when he went to search for him.

He has been talented since childhood, and now his feeling of being useless really makes him live like a year.

Yan Fanglin is right. What they will face next must be a new bloody storm. They covet Yan Fanglin's beauty or the body of the furnace. I don't know how many people there are. Hua Wuxiang is just a demon clan.

Just a tiny little person.

Their small sects with weak strength like Qingzhu Peak are afraid that they will not be able to defend Yan Fanglin, a famous treasure in the cultivation world.
Chapter completed!