Chapter 1207
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Besides, the reason why she didn't want to be close to him and didn't want to become one of the Ten Blades was very obvious. He was just stupid enough to figure it out now!
Lian Zizhuo recalled the countless times Zhen Xiaoxiao asked him if Jiu Zimo and Cen Yuanqing were safe, and even forced him to swear not to hurt them …
She was afraid!
Afraid that one day, the blade shadow that appeared in her body would swallow her!
After all, the Supreme Being died, the power was divided, and the inheritance of the blade and sword turned into light and shadow, and it was repaired and nourished by the power of understanding of ten Dongling cultivators … It was a bit strange and scary to say this!
It was like being possessed by a ghost!
Zhen Xiaoxiao was born in Dongxiang, where the people were simple and honest. She had never been influenced by the concept of cultivation, so she naturally didn't understand the magic of the Divine Transformation cultivators casting weapons with blood and bones.
Thinking of this, Lian Zizhuo's regret immediately turned into a deep heartache.
"Don't cry, don't cry … I will never give you a reward, Xiaoxiao, don't worry. As long as you are happy, I will always protect you. I won't let you suffer anymore. "
She forgot that her hand was going to be hung on a tree and beaten.
Lian Zizhuo stuttered to comfort Zhen Xiaoxiao, who was crying. At the same time, he put his hand on her head and gently rubbed it. His action was full of love.
Oh my god!
It was right for Village Head Bao to prepare some onions. Hearing this, Zhen Xiaoxiao choked and finally relaxed her shoulders, wiping her tears on her trousers.
"Why are you still crying?"
Lian Zizhuo felt his heart was about to break.
Oh my god!
Give me a barbaric ancestor fight! He would rather bleed than listen to this heart-wrenching cry. It was too torturous.
"I will take the Southern Cauldron secret book and magic weapon you gave me. After all, it is of great significance to Dongling's craft. But I won't take it for free. When you officially become one of the Ten Blades, I will compensate you slowly."
"Come on, I will take you to a place."
He spoke dryly. He really didn't know what else to say.
He picked up Zhen Xiaoxiao, who was still wiping his tears, from the ground and tucked him under his arm. Lian Zi Zhuo didn't even spare a glance at the people around him before he left.
"Ah … ah ah … Young Master … she …"
He left just like that?
Li Wenyuan, the Elder of the East Palace, felt a great blow to his mood. Then, who was going to uphold justice for him?
"That's right … and you guys."
Reminded by Li Wenyuan's stuttering voice, Lian Zizhuo paused for a moment and looked behind him with a frown.
"You bullied my Junior Sister just now. You'll be punished with a year's worth of offerings."
How annoying!
He actually fought with Xiaoxiao? Damn it! If I wasn't Quasi-Venerate Dongling, I would have stripped you idiots of your clothes, hung you on a tree, and beaten you!
Huh?
Old Li opened his mouth wide as if he had been hit by a stick.
Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that he would not be able to get justice before he could even finish his sentence. Instead, he would be fined a year's worth of offerings!
Heavens!
Being a Supremacy was disqualified! How could he do things in such an open and aboveboard manner?
"Young Master, you were the one who ordered me to guard the Blazing Feather Mountains!" The cultivators of the East Palace were furious.
And who was the bully here!?
So what if he was a Supremacy?
How could he lie through his teeth?!!
Look at the one in your hand who is full of vigor, then look at the fourteen of us who are badly battered and pitiful. Which one of us can still recognize our original handsome and romantic looks?
"Yes, I gave the order. But I never thought that as cultivators of the East Palace, your combat strength would be so weak!"
It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it, but once he mentioned it, Lian Zi Zhuo got angry!
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