Hearing Lin Jingyu's words, Zhang Xiaofan regretted killing Zhou Yin.
"Did you want to avenge him yourself?" He looked at Lin Jingyu with deep remorse in his eyes.
Lin Jingyu was stunned by Zhang Xiaofan's question, then didn't know what to say.
The One-Armed Elder looked at Zhang Xiaofan, wreathed in blood-red smoke. No matter how he looked at him, he didn't seem like a disciple of the righteous path.
He coughed twice, cutting off their conversation, then glanced at Zhang Xiaofan. "Are you going to stay like that? Aren't you afraid you'll scare that Little Fatty?"
At that, Zhang Xiaofan thought of his senior brothers on Big Bamboo Peak, as well as his master and Shiniang. But the demonic thoughts had already taken root. The fact that he could still remain clear-headed was the result of all the years he'd spent cultivating Buddhist teachings every day. Otherwise, he would have fallen to the demonic path long ago.
"Zhang Xiaofan!" A voice rang out behind him, melodious as an oriole's song, though its tone was full of exasperation and anger.
The three of them turned toward the voice and saw Tian Linger in red, with Amber Vermilion Silk floating above her shoulder. Beneath the moonlight, her figure seemed to glow like a firefly.
After witnessing Zhang Xiaofan kill someone, Lin Jingyu found that seeing Tian Linger again was like catching sight of a fairy from legend! At least in that moment, her appearance made him feel that the cold had left his body.
Warm and cozy, his heart thumped and pounded.
Holding up the Night-Shining Pearl, Tian Linger furrowed her brow at Zhang Xiaofan, who was engulfed in black flames. "Why are you always spewing black smoke? It's so ugly! Get rid of it!"
Among the Big Bamboo Peak disciples,