I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

Lin Meng didn't want to bother with the restraint technique any more. It was obvious that the young man's emotions were already unbearable, so he had to use the saint's restraint once again to isolate all the movement in this room.

The sages are all mysterious and extraordinary, and it is difficult for ordinary people to understand, let alone use it.

Some saints' martial arts and other secret methods containing saint humanity can even impress people's minds.

However, the technique of prohibition, concealment, and a kind of technical saint's secret technique are mostly complicated, like extremely delicate machinery.

Even if Lin Meng could use it, he didn't want to use this kind of thing too much. After all, to use such a delicate and complicated thing would be too burdensome, and if he used it too much, it would be exhausted or even exhausted.

Just as Lin Meng's voice fell, the young man holding the first-class Baichi on the bed suddenly burst out laughing, tears from the corners of his eyes flowed uncontrollably, and he kept shouting:

"Good death! Good death, old thief! Father, mother, elder sister, my Yuan family has one hundred and eighty-three people, and the 23 sects who died in the Wuyue Jianzong can finally rest in peace!"

Yuan Zhu is smart and thoughtful. Unlike the heartless optimists like Huang Hao, he also quietly read the dossier about Gu Yue Qinhan sent by Pingshan County. Gu Yue Qinhan and the master of Yulin Gate He also saw the relationship between Baichi, he knew that Baichi was the real master behind him, and Gu Yue Qinhan was just a knife.

Lin Meng pulled a chair and sat silently by Yuan Zhu's bed, watching Yuan Zhu crying and laughing again, making all kinds of crazy actions and words.

But Lin Meng did not stop it, but hoped Yuan Zhu could vent more powerfully, and it would be better to kick the old thief's head as a ball.

The more emotions to vent, the better for Yuan Zhu.

It's just that Yuan Zhu didn't do anything too much after all. He just cried and laughed madly for a while, then handed Bai Chi's head back to Lin Meng with trembling hands.

"How is it? Are you comfortable?"

Lin Meng picked up Bai Chi's head again and raised an eyebrow to ask.

Yuan Zhu nodded, still trembling slightly with excitement, trying to get off the bed.

Lin Meng hurriedly got up and helped, preventing Yuan Zhu from moving.

"What are you going to do? I'll do it on behalf of you. Your body is still weak, and your mood was violent just now, and your breath and blood are unstable. You shouldn't walk around."

But Yuan Zhu shook his head, pushed Lin Meng away, insisting on going to the ground by himself.

Lin Meng could not figure out what Yuan Zhu wanted to do, so he let him go.

Seeing Yuan Zhu just hit the ground, he plopped and knelt down to Lin Meng, even his upper body knelt on the ground, which really frightened Lin Meng.

"What are you doing? Get up!"

Yuan Zhu's sudden visit to Lin Meng did not expect that he panicked for a moment, and he wanted to help Yuan Zhu.

But only the young man kneeling on the ground said in a trembling voice:

"Thank you, the master, for taking such a big risk, but I have grievances in my heart. I have no regrets and no worries in this life. If the master has any instructions in the future, even if I go down the sword, I should go So, this life must be repaid!"

"Get up and talk!"

Lin Meng shook his voice, shaking Yuan Zhu's mind, so that he was shaken and no longer attached, and he helped him up before thinking about how to respond.

Xindao, this young man is really a pure-hearted, well-behaved person, and a man of work. It is a blessing for Anyang to have such friends.

After Lin Meng thought for a while, he still didn't plan to tell Yuan Zhu his secret.

This kind of thing is safer if one less person knows it, whether it is for Yuan Zhu or for himself.

After all, the saints of the temple of the gun are all famous figures in the arena, and it is a big deal. It is not known whether it will be a blessing or a curse.

What Lin Meng was even more afraid of was that in case some keen minded people knew that the current Sovereign of the Five Mountains Sword Sect An Yang and the third son of the Spear Temple were the same person.

Going back to the way he used his sword to use his marksmanship thousands of years ago, he thought of something and guessed his true identity.

After all, he used his sword to perform some of his once-famous moves, thunder dragon entering the ground, flying the dragon into the sky, and thundering through the sky, but it is not a spear technique, people will only regard it as a sword technique with the same name.

But if you knew that the Sect Master of the Sword Sect of Five Mountains was originally a master of marksmanship, it would be completely different...

The identity of Fulong Spear Fairy thousands of years ago was Lin Meng's greatest secret, and it must not be revealed at all, even if it is indirect or reminiscent of it, it will not work!

Since I can't tell the truth, Lin Meng, who has always been unscrupulous, is not good at telling lies, so he slanted his eyes and scratched his head while hitting haha:

"This... is not considered a risk, there is no risk! I didn't kill the person, it was... I asked my friend in the rivers and lakes to kill the white pool, and brought his head back to me. He happened to be the same. Heroes and heroes who hate and hate hate do not owe any favors."

In terms of lying, Lin Meng's acting skills are awkward. Yuan Zhu's brows jumped straight up, but he couldn't explain it face to face. He just asked tentatively:

"Dare to ask the master, who is your friend?"

"It's today's famous, mysterious and unpredictable whereabouts and weird, Shenlong can't see the end! The third son of the gun temple!"

Lin Meng boasted that he didn't feel any pain in his face at all, but what he said was the truth. The Third Son of the Gun Temple was indeed famous and unpredictable in the arena.

"Oh."

Yuan Zhu was startled when he heard this, and then faintly screamed, looking at Lin Meng even more admired.

This kid didn't see anything, right?

Lin Meng's heart might be uncomfortable. He looked at Yuan Zhu's adoring gaze and the corner of his mouth twitched, then he turned the subject away and said:

"Haha! Now that you have your wish and my goal has been achieved, I won't keep the head of the old thief, and the corpse will be destroyed on the spot!"

Yuan Zhu nodded.

I saw Lin Meng urged Zhen Qi to form a flame, and when he rolled it above the first level of Baichi, it instantly burned into fly ash, leaving nothing left.

The flames spurred by infuriating energy are much stronger than ordinary firewood fires. That is a killing method. Baichi is not a kind of advanced physical training. Its head can't even hold a breath, so it dissipates in the fire. .

Lin Meng patted the ashes on his hands, looking like he was done, smiled at Yuan Zhu:

"It's up here. I should go back to rest. Your demons have been removed. I should be able to sleep well tonight. There will be no more nightmares and convulsions. You can rest well and start practicing again tomorrow morning!"

Lin Meng said, waved his hand, and walked outside the door.

Yuan Zhu bowed slightly behind him.

"Send Master!"

Lin Meng nodded without looking back, and left Yuan Zhu's room and returned to his own room.

Lin Meng's residence in Anyang is located on the top of Xiaohua Peak. Yuan Zhu, Huang Hao, and Geng Zhengqi are all disciples of Anyang. Their residences are also on the top of Xiaohua Peak, at the back of the next floor of Anyang residence, not far apart. .

Back in his room, Lin Meng looked back to the direction of the courtyard where Yuan Zhu was located. He explored through the walls and saw Yuan Zhu who was lying in bed again to sleep.

At this time, the young man was also lying on his side, but no longer curled up, but stretched out, looking extremely natural, and his face was not frowning, although his face was still pale, but he wore a faint smile.

The spirit aura is no longer fluctuating like convulsions in a dream, but peaceful and peaceful, immersed in a dream.

Lin Meng smiled slightly when he saw this scene.

Sleep well...