"Is it really impossible to contact Mr. Villain?" Liu Xiaodai lay on the table and said listlessly, "If something goes wrong with that halo, I guess I will really have to pack up and leave..."
Wang Wei climbed out of the half-assembled time-travel machine and wiped his face. "I can't detect any fluctuations... What is the function of the wrong halo? Automatically clean up? Isn't that good..."
"That halo is still being debugged, and we don't know if it will have any negative effects yet!"
"Hahahaha, what negative effects can an albino halo have? Could it be albinism?!"
Liu Xiaodai glared at him fiercely, and Wang Wei lowered his head in embarrassment.
"It's possible to be albinos..."
*******I am a single stupid dividing line for paper family*************
"This trial of Halo Assistant has ended. Dear customer, you still have two more chances to use it."
Luo Mingchuan had already left, and Yin Biyue was brought back to his senses by the electronic prompt sound in his mind.
In his previous contact with Luo Mingchuan, his memory about the academy was mostly restored. It seems that he needs to contact relevant people to "activate" the memory fragments.
He was so busy looking at his memories that he didn't even pay attention to what expressions he made or what he said under the influence of the halo.
But Yin Biyue still didn't understand, because he remembered that on the night of the graduation of the academy, he went out to drink a few glasses of wine and went back to his room to sleep early.
Looking at Luo Mingchuan's conflicted, painful, and regretful expression just now, could it be that he had borrowed the money from the original body and had not returned it?
No, no, no, that's too low. Did he sleep with the girl that his original self had a crush on? Ugh, Cangya's Taoism emphasizes abstinence. If he ejaculates so early, it will be difficult to even enter.
Could it be that "Qiongzhou" is a handle for the protagonist? Is he running away because he feels guilty because he was accused of something wrong?
He really couldn't figure it out and felt a little dizzy.
But this should be considered as successfully fooling the protagonist, right?
For now, believe that halo assistant.
Thinking of this, he sat down against the wall again, changed into a comfortable posture, and continued to try to dig out the scattered memories in his mind.
The world is dark and without light, which greatly improves the quality of sleep.
Seven days passed in a flash.
It was a clear day with a gentle breeze.
Before Yin Biyue was released from prison, the guard handed him a large black cloak. With the hood covering his eyes, he was not blinded by the bright sunlight.
The air is fresh and the greenery is lush, and looking out into the distance you can see a stretch of green mountains.
Four disciples wearing Cangya Taoist robes handed him over to the dungeon guards, and then escorted him up the mountain, two in front and two behind, to the Qinghe Hall on the main peak for public trial.
Yin Biyue's unpopularity in the past was due to his arrogance and gloom.
Now, after the incident of killing his fellow disciples, he was despised because of his evil intentions and cruel behavior. The escorting disciples all looked disdainful, and one even snorted coldly.
Yin Biyue sighed secretly, the big sects are just different!
What a good character, he didn't even curse at him! !
This body has not moved for too long, and its cultivation has been sealed. Perhaps it is also due to the pressure from the Cangya Mountain in the dungeon. After walking a few steps, I feel my waist and legs are sore and I have no strength.
Being pushed unexpectedly, the disciple escorting him said impatiently, "Hurry up!"
Then he heard a roar like thunder, "Stop!"
Yin Biyue was concentrating on the public trial, and when his train of thought was suddenly interrupted, he did not react and said casually, "It's none of their business. I walked too slowly."
Suddenly my heart tightened. This voice...Luo Mingchuan!
Then he saw a figure in white not far away. He was moving lightly and nimbly. He tapped his toes among the ancient trees and landed in front of him in a few leaps and bounds.
Yin Biyue sighed, wow, this handsome protagonist's face looks even better in broad daylight.
The person in front of him just stared at him blankly, with a deep gaze, as if he had thousands of words to say but they were stuck in his throat.
Even the disciple who was escorting him to bow and greet him, "Uncle Master Luo," didn't react.
This made Yin Biyue even more confused.
Are you nearsighted? Why are you looking at it for so long?
Luo Mingchuan hasn't had a full night's sleep in the seven days since he left that day.
When I closed my eyes, the images of the young men in the dungeon kept turning over and over in my mind: one with an innocent smile, one with a paranoid look, and one with a cold and distant look...
He meditated all night long, trying to concentrate his thoughts and calm his mind.
All the details of the three years in school flashed before my eyes.
Finally, it stopped at the night when the lotus ripples shattered the moonlight, and the moon-white wide sleeves that were stained by his overturned wine cup.
I was drunk and my junior brother took it seriously. He was so paranoid...
Yes, even though my junior brother was very intelligent, he was still very young at the time, ignorant of the ways of the world, and had a pure and innocent heart.
He made the promise first and then broke it.
Because he was the one who broke the contract without any explanation, and his inherent pride wouldn't allow him to ask for an explanation, he could only suppress it himself.
After being suppressed for a long time, his temperament changed drastically and he developed obsessions.
I have come this far...
Everything that happened over the years has an explanation.
He was the one who harmed his fellow apprentice.
Before coming here, he thought he had thought it through. This incident in the secret realm was ultimately caused by him, and he was willing to take full responsibility.
As for my junior fellow apprentice's deep obsession and love, although I cannot respond to him, I can guide him patiently, lead him out of the maze and let go of his infatuation and anger.
But when he actually saw the frail boy stagger after being pushed, but then stood up with his back straight, his heart couldn't help but rise. He didn't even notice that he had never scolded others so harshly before.
In just seven days, the boy seemed to have lost a lot of weight... He was so thin that he was just a bag of bones and looked like he could be blown away by the wind.
His cold eyebrows were hidden in the shadow of the wide cloak, revealing only his thin chin and thin lips due to blood loss.
He couldn't help but wonder if the boy had been injured in the Purple Mansion Secret Realm? How difficult it must have been for him to be injured, have his cultivation sealed, and be thrown into prison these days.
The four law enforcement disciples who escorted Yin Biyue saluted, and seeing that Luo Mingchuan didn't speak, they didn't dare to stand up.
Recalling what happened just now, he thought to himself, Uncle Luo is always gentle and kind, how could he be so stern and harsh as he was just now.
But unexpectedly, I heard a cold voice and a calm explanation.
'It's none of their business, I just walked too slowly.'
He was actually making excuses for them? How come this person... was different from the one in the rumors?
Luo Mingchuan felt mixed emotions in his heart. After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice, "Are you... okay?" Then he remembered that there were a few people around him, and he cleared his throat and said, "Get up."
The four disciples stepped aside at the same time.
The boy remained silent.
Luo Mingchuan's heart tightened. Would his junior brother misunderstand that he was here to laugh at him?
He took two steps forward and explained hastily, "Don't worry, I have a way!"
Yin Biyue always felt that Luo Mingchuan's reaction was a bit strange, as if... he was too positive?
I was relieved very quickly. Holy Mother Dharma is great!
I made it! It’s up to you, the protagonist! !
It doesn't matter if you are expelled from the sect! Just keep your cultivation level!!
It happened that the east wind was blowing, and the sound of waves in the deep mountains and forests was echoing continuously.
The wind blew up the swaying hem of Luo Mingchuan's clothes and blew open the hood of Yin Biyue's black cloak.
Luo Mingchuan exclaimed, "Junior brother, your hair!"
The young man stood facing the wind, with three thousand silver threads scattered like snow in the sunlight, flying freely!
Yin Biyue glanced at it and secretly said "bad thing".
The dungeon was dark and he was not paying attention to his appearance, so he had no idea when he became like this.
Was it the aftereffect of the original owner's attempt to forcefully break the seal of his cultivation? Or was it that something went wrong when he traveled through time and space? How could one explain this rare sign of possessedness?
Who cares? Luo Mingchuan didn’t use any pupil techniques to ask, so just maintain his character.
The young man just glanced at him calmly and said indifferently, "Nothing."
The implication is that it's none of your business.
Luo Mingchuan felt that the boy's indifference was like a tiny thorn, gently piercing into the most vulnerable part of his heart, causing dull pain with every breath.
He would rather his junior fellow apprentice hated him and scolded him.
Like being in prison, alive and full of emotions. I don't want to endure such indifference.
He was like an insignificant stranger.
The four escorting disciples were also shocked. How could this man's black hair turn white... Could it be that he was possessed by a demon?
Looking at Luo Mingchuan's reaction again, this situation...how come it is different from the rumors? !
Is there some unknown secret?!
Facts have proved that even the most serious sects are fond of gossip. The disciples who were escorting lowered their heads slightly as if to avoid the others, and they all pricked up their ears with shining eyes.
First-hand! Live broadcast! The first disciple of Cangya and the genius of Xihua Peak have to say something!
It’s a pity that the two leading actors are destined to disappoint them.
The young man looked at one of the escorting disciples, and his cold voice sounded again, "Let's go, don't waste time."
"Ding—the villain's expression 'eyes like knives' appears, the conditions are met, and the halo is activated!"
Yin Bi was getting mad. What the hell! He was just looking at someone casually!
Where did the knife come from? ! Where! ! !
Even a passerby's hatred value is not spared! Halo, you are really awesome! !
When Cheng Xi was looked at, it was like looking into a clear spring of sweet water, and he felt his heart suddenly tighten.
He was a disciple of the Law Holding Hall, and yesterday he accepted the task of 'escorting Yin Biyue'. He had heard of this uncle's name before, the top of the academy's graduation exam, and a rare genius on Xihua Peak. For a young disciple like him in the Law Enforcement Hall, he was naturally an unattainable existence.
But no matter who it is, as long as they have evil intentions and harm their fellow disciples, their crime is unforgivable.
He thought that this Uncle Master Yin must be the narrow-minded and gloomy person as rumored, but now, he didn't dare to make a rash judgment.
The thin young man simply stood there, like the pines and cypresses on Tianxin Cliff and the snow that never melts on Chenyun Ridge all year round.
It is pure, high and far, unattainable.
Want to kill Master Luo because of jealousy? Does this person have Master Luo in his eyes? Not at all!
Uncle Luo's reaction was also very strange... He was lost in thought when he was suddenly looked at by the young man and urged by him.
The young man was actually thinking about these escorting disciples?
Worried that they would be punished for being late...
Would such a person really harm his fellow disciples? For the first time, Cheng Xi began to doubt.
He cleared his throat as if to cover up, bowed to Luo Mingchuan and said, "The public trial will begin in an hour, please don't embarrass us, Uncle Luo."
The other three disciples also saluted.
Luo Mingchuan wanted to say something else, but the boy had already turned around. The four escorting disciples hurriedly followed.
Only the strong and upright back was left, with three thousand silver threads shimmering and draped over the inky black robe, like flowing mountain snow.
It was clearly walking towards an unknown punishment, but it felt like walking on a bright road. There was nothing to fear.
Luo Mingchuan was distracted for a moment.
Watching the young man step onto the stone steps, his steps are steady, he goes up the steps, and disappears step by step at the end of the green.
The blue sky and the thousands of mountains in the distance, nothing can trap him.
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