Feiyue Sect.
Xue Miao lay on her side on the soft bed, with her long hair disheveled. She placed one hand on her chin and gently shook the cup in her hand with the other.
There was scarlet viscous liquid in the cup. She closed her eyes and sniffed it, her enchanting face looking a little intoxicated.
Beneath him knelt the pale Tan Lin. A large gash was cut on his intact arm. The bleeding had stopped, but the wound looked very hideous.
Neither party spoke, Tan Lin was kneeling there.
After drinking all the blood in the cup, Xue Miao gave him a look, opened and closed her bright red lips, and said lightly: "Next time, I will drain your blood and throw it into the devil's cave. Do you understand? ?”
Tan Lin moved his lips tremblingly and whispered: "Yes, Master."
"Get out, idiot." Xue Miao felt annoyed when she saw his appearance. With a wave of his hand, a strong air flow directly picked up Tan Lin and threw him out of the room. He rolled around outside several times before stopping.
The wound on his arm opened again, and his face twisted in pain.
Looking at the door that had been closed again, Tan Lin quickly lowered his head, a hint of unwillingness flashed in his eyes. He swallowed a pill and limped away.
While walking on the road, he could occasionally hear the disciples in the sect talking about him behind his back:
"Look, isn't that Tan Lin? Isn't he quite majestic in front? How come he was beaten like this by the sect leader?"
"Shh, keep your voice down, be careful he takes revenge on you."
"What are you afraid of? He is just like a lost dog now, tsk tsk, look at him like that..."
Tan Lin's body paused slightly, and soon returned to normal. The gloom in his eyes seemed to be about to overflow.
A few days ago, he went to Phoenix Swamp. To be more precise, it was a space located in Phoenix Swamp.
The disappearance of Elder Zhou and others had something to do with him, so he only came to ask about countermeasures after it was revealed that the Feiyue Sect had colluded with the demons.
But now Master's temper is getting more and more unstable...
Tan Lin lowered his head and walked forward, the pain on his arm seemed to remind him of what he had just experienced.
He already knew that the person sitting on the couch was not the original master, but what did it matter? As long as he can obtain power, status and training resources, it actually doesn't matter who his master is.
He had known that the false master was a demon in human skin, and that the missing disciples in the Feiyue Sect were inseparable from her.
But so what? It has nothing to do with him anyway.
But he didn't expect that even as her apparent top disciple, one day he would be bled by her.
Tan Lin shuddered when he thought of the fake master drinking his own blood.
Other sects in the world of immortality are obviously planning to break up with the Feiyue Sect. Will he be treated like a dead dog like other disciples in the future?
Thinking about it makes Tan Lin feel horrified.
No, it can't be like this.
He wanted to become a powerful person in the world of immortality, how could he die in the Feiyue Sect?
Returning to his house, Tan Lin packed his luggage, which was not much to begin with, and planned to find an excuse to leave and never return to Feiyue Sect in the future.
But before he could go out, the false master's summons came first.
Returning to the familiar room, Tan Lin crawled on the ground, suppressing the fear that made his teeth tremble, and bowed respectfully: "Master, are you looking for me?"
His tone was still respectful, but if you listened carefully you could detect the tremor in his voice.
"Are you afraid of me?"
The woman who was lazily leaning on the couch a moment ago was in front of Tan Lin in the blink of an eye. She lifted his chin with cold fingers: "My good disciple, do you... have any thoughts that you shouldn't have?"
Narrowing his narrow eyes, Tan Lin could clearly see the scarlet color in Zhu Yan's eyes, and the tails of his eyes were raised, like a poisonous snake that would swallow him up in the next moment.
His heart thumped, as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
Could it be that his thoughts were noticed?
"No, no, Master, I will always be loyal to Master and to the Feiyue Sect." He spoke with some difficulty. Under the strong pressure of the man in front of him, he felt it was difficult to breathe, let alone have any intention of resisting. .
"Master? Haha - don't pretend to be confused because you understand. You have known it for a long time. I am not your master. To tell you the truth, I am one of the twelve demon generals under the Demon King, Zhu Yan." Zhu Yan. He let go of his hand, took the square handkerchief from somewhere, wiped it on his fingers casually a few times, and kept the handkerchief beside Tan Lin's legs.
Tan Lin just knelt like that, wanting to bury his head in the ground.
He was already desperate when he heard her take the initiative to admit her identity.
He couldn't run away. Zhu Yan admitted that he was a demon, which was equivalent to tying him to a boat.
"What? You seem to be scared when you hear my identity?" Seeing that he kept lowering his head, Zhu Yan clicked his tongue, and without much patience, he stepped on his lowered head and pulled it down. His whole head went into the ground.
The gravel and gravel cut his skin, and Tan Lin's entire face was covered in blood. He did not dare to make a sound, he could only hum in a low voice and tried to shake his head - the sharp stone points scratched his face completely.
He knew that it was impossible for Zhu Yan to really regard him as a disciple. The demons looked down on humans, and even those with a high status like Zhu Yan regarded humans as cattle.
The reason why he is kept is because there is still something he can be used for.
"What a waste." Zhu Yan moved his feet and felt bored looking at his embarrassed look.
What a pity. That man from the Qing Hong Sect and his disciples are quite interesting. It would be great if they could be captured by the Fei Yue Sect for fun.
She lowered her eyes, looked down at Tan Lin, and kicked him out of the room: "Go away, if you have any inappropriate thoughts, I will kill you."
Tan Lin went back to his house in despair.
On the way, he heard someone discussing that various sects in the world of immortality and some casual cultivators seemed to be uniting to attack the Feiyue Sect.
He turned around and looked, his vision stained red with blood. That disciple was a disciple of the Feiyue Sect and knew nothing about the demon clan. At this moment, he looked panicked, as if he couldn't understand why it had become like this overnight.
"How is this possible? Our sect is one of the four major sects. Someone must have arranged it deliberately!"
"Xiao Yin, look at this..."
Tan Lin didn't listen any more and left with blood on his face.
He didn't understand why things turned out like this. He obviously just wanted stronger, greater power, and better resources, so why did he stand on the opposite side of the world of immortality?
After washing away the blood stains on his face, Tan Lin's eyes became a little more fierce.
Having reached this point, there is no way out. Even if he dies, there will still be so many people accompanying him on the road to hell, and he won't be alone, right?
Thinking of this, Tan Lin burst into laughter, his manic laughter seemed to be trapped in a demonic barrier.
There was no turning back for him.
