Facing Fakong's calm gaze, her heart skipped a beat and the hairs all over her body stood up.

A gust of cold air went up from the tail gate to the spine and then passed through the jade pillow, making her shiver involuntarily and her jade face changed slightly.

She quickly looked away and looked at Zhao Qianjun.

Zhao Qianjun was immersed in beautiful longings and imaginations, with a smile on his face and soft and bright eyes.

She sighed secretly and shook her head.

How can we break Senior Brother Zhao’s fantasy?

Senior Brother Zhao has no understanding of Monk Fakong and does not know his depth. He only relies on the judgment of the disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect and believes it to be true.

This is a taboo.

Senior Brother Zhao had no idea how terrifying Monk Fakong was, so he rashly assassinated him, which would inevitably fail in the end. According to Monk Fakong's methods, he would probably not be spared, and Brother Zhao's life could not be saved.

The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became, and I gradually couldn't keep calm.

Once you lose your cool, your mind will become more confused.

She understood that caring caused chaos, but it was actually because Zhao Qianjun's move was too dangerous and he was seeking death and falling into a trap.

I knew it but couldn't persuade him.

Do we have to watch him die?

She took a deep breath and closed her bright eyes, trying to calm herself down and draw down the power of the void.

However, he was in a state of dissatisfaction and confusion, but he could not draw down the power of the void and calm himself down.

The more anxious she became, the more unable she was to do it, and the more unable she was to do it, the more anxious she became. Suddenly, her heartbeat was shaking, and her chest was so heavy that she felt nauseous.

A stream of clear spring water fell on her head, pouring in from the Baihui Point, and instantly rinsed her body.

My mind suddenly became clear, and my heart became inexplicably quiet. All external objects became distant and blurred, and only the feeling of tranquility was soaked in.

She turned her head and glanced in the direction of the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple.

Know that this is the Purifying Mantra.

It is Dharma Kong who is casting the Heart-Cleaning Mantra in the distance.

Then Fakong's voice came to her mind, causing her face to change slightly, and she couldn't help but put her hand into her left sleeve.

There was a letter inside the emerald green sleeve, which appeared here silently and unknowingly. It had not been noticed before.

Her face darkened, but she did not get angry. Her mood remained calm and anger could not exist.

She opened the letter, took out the plain paper inside and glanced at it, frowning again.

"Junior sister, what is it?"

"……nothing."

"I can't watch it, can I?"

"...Senior brother, it's better not to look at it."

"Then I want to read it even more, what should I do?" Zhao Qianjun stared at the letter and said with a smile: "Who wrote it?"

Song Yuanyuan sighed softly: "Senior brother, it's better not to look at it."

"I really can't watch it?" Zhao Qianjun forced a smile and said: "Isn't it your friend? Then I really shouldn't watch it."

No matter how much you like it, you can't go too far, otherwise it will definitely anger her. This is her rule, and you must abide by it.

Song Yuanyuan looked at him and finally handed the letter over: "This is from Master Fakong."

He didn’t even know when it appeared in his sleeve. He didn’t know it. What does this mean?

It means that it is easy for him to take his own life.

His life is held in the palm of his hand, and he can crush him to death at any time. He has to be obedient.

Zhao Qianjun was startled when he heard this, took the letter, and immediately froze his gaze as he glanced up, looking up at Song Yuanyuan.

Song Yuanyuan shook her head: "I don't know when he was let in."

"When did you meet him?"

"Not long ago," Song Yuanyuan said, "I said goodbye to him and left the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple."

"Why don't you say goodbye to him?!" Zhao Qianjun suddenly said dissatisfied: "Just leave!"

Song Yuanyuan glanced at him without retorting.

Zhao Qianjun hummed: "Are you very close to him?"

Song Yuanyuan thought for a while and shook her head: "There has never been a time when it was shorter than five steps, and it was impossible to reach out. It must have been thrown in by some means. This method is really amazing."

"Pretend to be a ghost! How ridiculous!" Zhao Qianjun said with disdain.

He was sure that he could kill Fa Kong this time, so he only thought that Fa Kong's display of methods was a bluff, since he was a man who was destined to die anyway.

Song Yuanyuan stared at him.

Zhao Qianjun said: "Junior sister, don't worry, he is not that powerful, but he really wants to snatch you away from our other courtyard? Impossible!"

"He can't take me away, but I'm afraid he can kill me." Song Yuanyuan sighed: "Don't forget Lin Feiyang, and he has magical feet."

"I have been following you." Zhao Qianjun said: "I will not leave you for a moment. Even if you sleep, I will guard you."

"Senior brother, you can't stop it," Song Yuanyuan said.

This letter was written to Zhao Qianjun. It started with a greeting, very polite, and welcomed Master Zhao to Shenjing.

But then he became rude and said, "Why should Master Zhao be so sneaky? You can come and go freely in Shenjing, you don't have to be like this," which made the people of the world look down on the Tianhai Sword Sect.

It's a satire and sarcasm. There is no threatening words in the whole article, but it already contains threatening meaning.

But obviously, Zhao Qianjun was not prepared to pay any attention to him, and his determination to kill Fakong became even more determined, and he would never allow Fakong to live.

"well--!"

Song Yuanyuan suddenly heard a sigh in his ears.

She turned her head sharply and looked.

But there was silence and no one around. There were only two of them in the back garden, and the others were chased away by Zhao Qianjun.

She recognized Fakong's voice, and became more and more certain that Fakong was staring here. With his clairvoyance, he would definitely be able to see what was happening on her side.

She was angry, annoyed and frightened.

"Junior sister?" Zhao Qianjun looked at her doubtfully.

Song Yuanyuan frowned and said, "Senior brother, you think you are sure of it this time, but in fact he has already known about it."

Zhao Qianjun frowned and looked at her.

Song Yuanyuan said: "He doesn't want to kill you, senior brother, so he asked me to come back to meet you at this time just to persuade you."

Zhao Qianjun's face darkened, and his eyes burned like flames.

Song Yuanyuan sighed.

I didn't want to say this at first, lest I anger him and make him more desperate and determined.

But looking at it now, even if he doesn't anger him, he is extremely determined. He cannot be shaken by himself, so he can only tell the truth, or there may be a chance.

"Junior sister!" Zhao Qianjun said coldly: "You are trying to boost other people's ambitions!"

Song Yuanyuan said softly: "Senior brother, Fakong has not taken action now because he does not want to completely break up with our Tianhai Sword Sect, and there is still room for change."

"What a hell!" Zhao Qianjun was furious, his handsome face was twisted, and he gritted his teeth: "He is there without us, there is us without him!"

Song Yuanyuan closed her red lips, said nothing, and looked at him coldly.

Zhao Qianjun gritted his teeth and sneered again and again.

Song Yuanyuan looked at him coldly.

Zhao Qianjun gritted his teeth and said: "Junior sister, up to now, you still have illusions and want to make a fool of yourself with him? You are simply weak!"

Song Yuanyuan's bright eyes flashed.

Zhao Qianjun sneered: "You think he won't go against us if you don't kill him? You are too naive!"

Song Yuanyuan looked at him coldly and said nothing.

Zhao Qianjun was even more angry: "Do you think he is invincible? No one can deal with him?"

Song Yuanyuan remained cold and silent.

Zhao Qianjun sneered: "I don't believe it, I have to kill him!"

Song Yuanyuan sneered: "Wishful thinking!"

"Zhao! Master! Sister!" Zhao Qianjun shouted, glaring at her angrily.

Song Yuanyuan sneered: "If you dare to act, there are traps waiting for you to jump. As the leader, it doesn't matter if you die yourself. Don't drag all the disciples to die with you!"

"You...you..." Zhao Qianjun was so angry that he couldn't speak while pointing at him, his fingers trembling non-stop.
To be continued...