Chapter 107 Don't Go Crazy

Lin Du had just been settled down when the gate of the courtyard was knocked by an uninvited guest again.

Feng Yi was looking at the sleeping Lin Du carefully in front of the bed. After looking for a long time, she sighed thoughtfully.

"Master uncle is really, I wondered why this man who defied heaven did something that was in line with heaven, it turned out to be because of you, a little kid."

"You even asked me to take out the jade beads from the tomb of the gods to settle the cause and effect for you."

Feng Yi calmed down, "Forget it, anyway, he touched the divine body, this thing originally belonged to him."

Lin Du did not sleep well, she was very tired, very tired, but she vaguely had a nightmare.

In the dream, her hair was gray, her face was pale, and her body was weak. She looked like she was running out of energy. The evil master at home looked at her with a face full of anger, but finally sighed.

"Your heart is broken, but you still waste your energy and go against the will of heaven. Is it worth it?"

Lin Du in the dream laughed, "My heart is broken, and I have no hope in this life. I would rather exchange my three feet of poor life for supreme peace. Master, after I leave, I will give you my eyes. After you gain enlightenment, you will definitely be able to ascend. Please help me then."

"You are plotting against me too?" Yan Ye's gray eyes, which had not changed for thousands of years, flashed with a strange anger, and then turned into a cold sneer.

"That's right. My disciple has been smart since he was young and doesn't want to die. Why should I go against the will of heaven and hang on to the life of a person who wants to die?"

"Now you have even planned your own death, not to mention your master's ascension. How can there be such a rebellious disciple like you in the world?"

Yan Ye turned around and left, but Lin Du could clearly see that he left in a hurry, not because he was angry.

He was so angry that he cried because of himself in the dream.

Lin Du almost laughed.

So this is how he can make his evil master cry?

Soon the dream changed. Lin Du sat on a peak and looked coldly at the lights and decorations below the mountain, all filled with festive red.

The banquet was noisy, everyone was in high spirits, those familiar faces were smiling, and they were noisy in the world.

There are so many people in the Supreme Sect.

This is what Lin Du was thinking.

A voice sounded saying that the bride and groom were sent into the bridal chamber. Lin Du could vaguely distinguish that it was the voice of Yuan Ye, but it sounded much more mature.

The second senior brother played the suona loudly and joyfully.

But soon, the suona stopped abruptly, and then the guests left and the red silk was removed.

Her eldest nephew was wearing a red lingerie, but now it was actually a blood-stained shirt, with messy hair and a mad look. He struggled and was held down by Ju Yuan and Cang Li, making uncontrollable wailing sounds.

Lin Du knew that this was a dream. No matter what realm she was in, she could not sit on the top of a peak and see what was happening inside a house.

The young man who used to be always straight and strong curled up uncontrollably on the bed, holding his heart and crying, one hand stained with blood, shaking and holding someone's hand.

Lin Du was stunned for a moment, looked down at her hand, and saw a little wet blood mark on her wrist.

The man's hand was still warm.

The next moment, she was already in front of Mo Lin's bed.

Mo Lin's eyes, which were usually bright, were now dark with a crazy light. He held Lin Du's wrist tightly and cried, "Junior Master, Junior Master..."

"You know me, I can't live without her, Junior Master... Please, please."

Lin Du heard himself talking, "Mo Lin, wake up, this is not you, not you at all."

"Junior Master, it hurts, Junior Master..."

Lin Du turned around suddenly, looking at Cang Li with red eyes, "Second Brother, is there really no way?"

"He is in good spirits."

Lin Du's voice trembled, "What do you mean, unimpeded spirits! How could he be unimpeded! How could he dig out his own spiritual bones with his own hands! He is the 100th generation of Chu Chu of the Supreme Sect! He is the founding disciple!"

"He practices the Divine Heaven Dao, practices the Hidden Sword, and takes it as his duty to eliminate evil spirits. How could he give up his Dao for his Taoist partner!"

Cang Li held her shoulders, "Junior Sister, you shouldn't have come. Your Dao heart..."

Lin Du suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and her heart was in great pain.

In the chaos, she saw the back of the fifth senior brother Jiang Liang.

Jiang Liang spoke, "There is no way. It looks like the soul is fine, but the body is invincible. He can only dissolve himself. I found a secret method to ensure that Mo Lin will retain his memory after reincarnation and return to the Supreme Sect."

Lin Du turned his head suddenly, but the scene was the last time the Hidden Sword was unsheathed.

The blade was facing its owner.

Lin Du's heart ached terribly, she could feel it, she was in pain, she was crying in her dream, but...

that was not her.

When had she, Lin Du, ever cried?

Lin Du suddenly returned to the top of the mountain, then she slipped and fell, waking up from this chaotic dream.

Feng Yi looked curiously at the little junior sister who suddenly sat up in front of her. There was a fine sweat on her forehead, her eyes were moist and red, and her eyelashes were wet and sticky. She looked pitiful, but when those eyes looked up at people for a moment, they were like a deep abyss, dark, with endless loneliness and pain.

Feng Yi was shocked.

Those were not the eyes of a child.

Lin Du covered her heart, frowned, and suddenly looked up to see an extremely unfamiliar face.

She wouldn't have traveled through time again after her mind was exhausted and her heart was broken, right?

Lin Du frowned, and just as he was about to ask, the door was pushed open.

"Junior sister, my disappointing disciple is going to have his bones scraped, and Granny Ma asked me to call you," Ju Yuan's voice stopped abruptly, and she looked at the person on the bed cautiously, "Junior sister, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Du suddenly laughed, covering her face, her voice was choked with sobs, and her low laughter was accompanied by a burst of madness, which scared Feng Yi and Ju Yuan.

She laughed for a while and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

It's true that people are prone to nightmares when they are under too much pressure, but it's just a dream.

She hasn't even formed a pill yet, so where does the heart of Tao come from.

Mo Lin would never fall into the state in his dream, never.

"It's okay, I'm here, I just dreamed that a monk stole someone's well, I thought it was funny."

She said, and quickly got out of bed, and then she realized that her hair was a little messy, like a madman, paused, looked at her dumbfounded senior brother, and sighed, "I'm sorry to embarrass you, senior brother."

Ju Yuan was not laughed at, but was scared.

The little junior sister looked crazy like Uncle Yanye who saw something in the Tomb of God.

He looked at Feng Yi in panic, "Seventh Junior Sister, what's wrong with the little junior sister? Don't lose your mind."

Lin Du had tied up the Taoist bun again, and took a net scarf to smooth the broken hair on his head.

This time, her second nephew had burned off a lot of her hair, and there were too many broken hairs, so she was a little careless for a moment.

A pair of hands suddenly took over the tie of the scarf for her, "Let me do it."

Lin Du obediently let go, and smelled a famous orchid fragrance on the tip of his nose.

Feng Yi gathered all the broken hair for Lin Du and tied the scarf, while calmly saying, "Didn't the uncle act like this when he went crazy? Isn't it normal for the little sister to be like this?"

Ju Yuan: ...It sounds quite reasonable, but it's a little unreasonable.

Feng Yi took a handkerchief soaked in clean water and wiped Lin Du's face, then she spoke, "You had a nightmare just now, your face is all wet from crying, wipe it well and apply the ointment."

Lin Du was silent for a moment, then called out, "Seventh Senior Sister?"

"Oh, it's me." Feng Yi patted her head, "Let's go, we won't be able to catch up if we're any later."