He was then dragged into the dream by the long sword still held in Shang Lin's hand. At first, Shang Lin didn't react, after all, it had been a very long time since he had been dragged into a dream by an alien.
But when Shang Lin realized he had become an ancient woman again, he felt like the world was about to change. Was Qiu Niang back? She couldn't possibly be causing him so much trouble!
Can you just tell me what you want to tell me, or what you want me to do? Do I have to experience something firsthand before you think I'll help? What kind of twisted logic is that?
But if Shang Lin said these words now, how could the instigator hear them? Because not only is he now involved, but the instigator is also involved. Sigh, it's just awful!
Shang Lin took a deep breath, no, two or three, before she could calm her agitated mood. She then told herself that being a woman was just a matter of practice. She hoped that this time would be as quick as Qiu Niang's experience.
Just as Shang Lin calmed down and was about to assess his surroundings, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a young girl in a long robe ran in. "Senior sister, senior sister, senior brother is back!"
Shang Lin was stunned. Why did this scene seem so familiar? Could it be that Qiu Niang had met a scumbag, and this girl had met one too?
Will the person in front of me say next, "Senior Brother brought back a girl? He fell in love with her at first sight and wants to break off his engagement with Senior Sister"?
Shang Lin immediately shivered. Damn it, how could he, the sect leader of Yuntai Sect, encounter such a lot of troubles? And to make matters worse, they were all about the love and hate of young women. Didn't he have any sense of patriotism or anything like that?
The young girl hurriedly stepped forward and took Shang Lin's arm. "Senior sister, what's wrong? Are you so happy to hear that senior brother is back that you've gone crazy?"
Shang Lin really wanted to say, "I was stupid, I was just angry."
Then he silently launched into a tirade, "Changfeng, you bastard, just say what you want to do. You have to cause trouble, don't you? If A Chou can be beaten so badly by Lü Yao that he has to change his pen, I'll have Lü Yao change your scabbard, or even your hilt. If all else fails, I'll personally forge you and reshape you."
The next second, the little girl grabbed the short sword from the shelf, shoved it into Shang Lin's hand, and pulled him out the door. "Hey, what are you standing there for? If we don't go out now, someone else will get there first."
Look, look, it's the same old formula, the same old routine. Then he looked at the short sword the little girl had stuffed into his hand and Shang Lin immediately came to his senses. Good heavens, it really is a long sword!
Haha, I finally saw you. This isn't over between us. You're a male, why are you acting like a girl? Qiu Niang is a weak woman, but are you a weak woman too?
The little girl had no idea that Shang Lin's inner thoughts were absolutely insane. She was so disappointed in him that she dragged him out the door. Sure enough, there were men and women running in the same direction outside the door.
The little girl continued, "Look, everyone's going to welcome Senior Brother, why are you the only one not so enthusiastic?"
Shang Lin wanted to understand the original owner's memories, otherwise he would know nothing and would make mistakes if he said anything, and wouldn't even be able to open his mouth! Unfortunately, Chang Feng, that unreliable guy, didn't grant him this permission.
Shang Lin subconsciously tightened his grip on the short sword in his hand. Judging from the condition of the scabbard, the current Long Edge should be a brand new sword, probably never having tasted blood.
Just as Shang Lin came to his senses, he subconsciously tilted his head to avoid an arrow that seemed to have come from nowhere. The little girl who was holding his hand was struck in the throat by the arrow and fell straight down in front of him.
Shang Lin instinctively dodged behind a log pillar, the sound of arrows whistling through the air, the agonizing cries of men and women before their deaths, some resisting, some cursing as they fought back, and the dull thud of people falling to the ground...
The scene could only be described as utter chaos. Shang Lin slowly pulled out his long blade. It seemed that this was the first time he had drunk blood, and thus it was tainted with resentment and ferocity.
Before falling asleep, they were discussing where Changfeng had gotten his hands on resentment and hostility, which made him as fierce as Achou. And now the answer has been revealed!
The rain of arrows quickly stopped. Shang Lin leaped and used the wooden pillars as leverage to get onto the roof. Looking around, it seemed to be a sect with quite a few disciples, but the vast majority of them had died from the rain of arrows.
Men dressed in uniform were searching for survivors, and those they found, whether they resisted or not, were all put to death. Among these men in uniform, a man dressed as a disciple of a sect suddenly looked up at Shang Lin.
Although they were quite far apart and one was taller than the other, they both saw each other through each other's eyes, and even saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
But the man quickly looked away, as if he hadn't seen Shang Lin, and went back to arranging for people to clean up the scene. Then he also got moving, but his purpose was very clear—the main hall.
Shang Lin's body moved uncontrollably, following the main hall from the rooftop, and then easily climbed in through the back window. The man seemed to be waiting for her, but his gaze was particularly complicated.
The next second, the long blade in Shang Lin's hand was pointed at the man's throat. He did not dodge or avoid it, but he spoke, "Junior sister, I know you hate me, but I have no choice. In fact, it would be more painless for me to deal with them than for them to fall into the hands of treacherous officials."
At this moment, Shang Lin could clearly feel the original owner's overwhelming rage, and even he, the forced intruder, was about to be ejected from the other's body, but the next second...
An arrow shot straight toward her heart, and Shang Lin instinctively dodged. But at this moment, the original owner's body seemed to be beyond his control; he dodged, but was still struck by the arrow.
Shang Lin winced in pain, feeling the same way. Fortunately, the arrow hadn't pierced her heart, but rather her shoulder blade. Even so, it caused her to clutch her wound and cough up blood, which could also be due to anger flaring up in her chest.
The blood splattered not only on the man but also on the blade of Changfeng. Shang Lin could clearly feel Changfeng hum, a sound filled with sorrowful rage.
The man in front of her panicked instantly. He was about to step forward to support the girl's swaying body when he saw that the sword, which she had slightly deflected due to pain, was now firmly pointed at his throat.
The girl's face was deathly pale, her forehead was sweaty, and there was blood at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were filled with hatred. Yet, she actually smiled, and then two streams of hot tears rolled down her beautiful eyes. The next second...
The man's heart suddenly skipped a beat as he barely dodged her attack, which was made with her last ounce of strength. Although it wasn't fatal, a bloody gash was left on his neck...
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