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Qing Gui widened her mouth: "That ancient Blood Bat has really woken up!"

This will make her face lose the just-now ease, and instead take on a few points of worry.

Lin Qi vaguely figured out the situation: "Your older brother wants to deal with the Blood Bat that has lived for a thousand years?"

Lin Qi looked at Qing Gui, who was standing at the front line saving people, and suddenly felt that this was the true good person.

Because Qingjue stood at the front, many people were lucky enough to escape from the bat's mouth.

Qinggui bit her lip, the worry in her eyes growing stronger: "Definitely!"

Her voice was trembling, "I always told him not to worry so much, not to meddle in things. But whenever something happens, he still charges ahead... He can't possibly handle the Blood Bat King!"

Shang Yu asked curiously, "How is that possible? Qingjue Daoist Friend is already a Golden Immortal Grand Perfection, and the Myriad Years Blood Bat also has similar cultivation."

Some things are too personal to share with outsiders. Her face darkened, "He's beyond my reach!"

Everyone looked up and saw only Qingjue Yi, standing alone with her sword. She moved gracefully through the swarm of shadow bats.

When fighting the Eternal Blood Bat, he seemed to have the upper hand and showed no signs of defeat.

With every strike of his sword, the Thousand-Year Blood Bat gained another scar.

Seeing that the situation was in favor of Qingjue, many people who were trying to escape stopped and prepared to wait for the blood bat to die before going up to take advantage of the situation.

After a moment, Shang Yu stopped and noticed something was wrong.

"Qingjue Immortal's aura seems quite unstable."

Lin Qi also saw that something was wrong, "He can't hold on for long."

Qinggui was on the verge of tears: "What are we going to do?! My elder brother is no match for the Wannian Blood Bat if no one helps us!"

Lin Qi tilted her head and asked, "What do you mean?!"

Seeing Qinggui's hesitant expression, Lin Qi said straightforwardly: "No matter what difficulties you're facing, you need to let us know how we can help Qingjiao Daoist. Otherwise, we are willing but powerless."

Qinggui didn't mind Lin Qiuxiu's low cultivation level and inability to help, gritted her teeth, and decided to abandon the so-called clan rules.

The Qingluan clan originally branched off from the Huang clan. My elder brother is currently undergoing a bloodline enhancement to break through to the Daluo Jinxian realm. This is a crucial moment now, as the power of the Huang blood and the Qingluan blood are clashing, making it impossible to draw on fairy energy for an extended period.

Shang Yu nodded: "He needs to rest for a moment after each sword move before he can continue the next one. I thought it was because the moves consumed his fairy energy, but I didn't expect this to be the reason."

Qinggui was so panicked, she almost cried. "What are we going to do?!"

"No, I have to go help!"

She had just taken two steps when she was stopped by Lin Qi and Shang Yu.

Don't worry! I'm thinking of a way.

"What can we do?"

Qinggui looked at Lin Qi with a hint of suspicion in her eyes.

The main reason is still that Lin Qi's cultivation level is too low, and if he wants to help, he is powerless.

If she gets any closer, she'll probably be flattened into a meat patty before she even touches the Millennium Nether Bat.

Lin Qi couldn't help rolling her eyes: "Although I don't have the strength, I still have brains."

Shang Yu also curiously asked, "Sui Dao-you, what good ideas do you have?"

Lin Qi looked around, seeing that there were quite a few people watching the play.

Among these people, there are actually quite a few who are very talented. It's just

……

To be replaced later.

The pervasive chill in the room surged toward Lin Qi, instantly freezing her in place.

Lin Qi raised her hand casually, breaking the ice layer. She surged forward, crashing into Gong Shaojun's arms.

She cried out in confusion and fear, "Mother, mother! You can't leave! You can't abandon me!"

Gong Shaojun frowned imperceptibly, without answering the question.

She lifted Lin Qi from her arms.

Attention!

A dignified and aloof voice carried a chill, but the gentle movements of his hands inadvertently revealed a hint of tenderness.

Lin Qi involuntarily stood up straight, her nose twitching unconsciously.

Palace Shaojun takes

He wiped the dirt and tears from her face with his sleeve, pausing when his touch reached the two lumps on her forehead.

This is not the first time.

Lin Qi was born missing a soul and a spirit, specifically the Earth Soul and the Linghui Spirit. He showed signs of foolishness, like an imbecile.

When playing outside, I'm always bullied and come back home with injuries every time.

She didn't even know she was hurt when asked who had hurt her.

She can protect her for a while, but she can't protect her for a lifetime.

Gong Shaojun sighed, "You're here just in time, let's take a look together!"

She waved her hand, and everything that happened in the ancestral hall was projected onto the surface before her.

Lin Qi saw his father being pinned to a long bench and beaten. The iron board landed on his father's body with each strike, making him cry out in pain.

Great-great grandmother and 'mother' sat in the front, with composed and cold faces.

Grandaunt asked her mother, "Dear, this fool has shamed us by doing such a disgraceful thing. He deserves to be killed! But after all, he is the head of the Lin family... Just spare his life, and you can do whatever you please with him."

'Mother calmly sipped two cups of tea and nonchalantly revealed a big piece of news.

"Last night, I luckily broke through to the Yuanying stage."

Lin Qi saw her great-grandmother stand up in shock.

Then, furious, he ordered the servant, "Beat him! Beat him hard! If you kill him, just throw him out!"

The servant, frightened, increased his strength.

The father's screams grew louder and louder, each one worse than the last, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

"Mother," she said when the time seemed right, her voice gentle, "Grandaunt need not be angry. Lin Jie's character is weak and he is not suited to be the head of the family. Perhaps we can use this incident as an opportunity for him to step down and let someone else take his place... What do you think?"

Lin Qi looked at her great-grandmother's face turning purple.

She loathed her father's weakness and seethed at her mother's relentless pressure.

In this remote border town, a Nascent Soul cultivator could guarantee the Lin family's peace for a thousand years.

If Gong Shaojun were to divorce in a fit of anger and marry another woman, even Grandma wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

The Lin family cannot provoke this Nascent Soul cultivator.

Grandaunt, her voice lacking strength, tentatively asked, "If Lin Jue doesn't become the head of the family, who do you think would be suitable?"

“Mother,” she said softly, “Xiaoqi is not young anymore. She can take her father’s place.”

When four-year-old Lin Qi takes over as the head of the Lin family after her father?!

At the same time, her great-grandmother was surprised and relieved.

As long as the head of the Lin family still bears the surname Lin, she will not disappoint her ancestors.

She immediately agreed and said, "Okay, I'll have someone start arranging it right away!"

Lying on the ground, half dead, Lin Jue suddenly raised his head. His eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at "Mother" and said: "Young Master, you plotted against me!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, two figures rushed toward Shen Jie with sobs.

One little girl angrily looked at the matriarch seated in the first place and Gong Shaojun, a hint of hatred brewing in her eyes.

Lin Qi opened her big eyes and looked at her unfamiliar yet familiar face.

The girl still had a youthful face, but it matched the face of the immortal Lin Yun from her dream.

Foreign memories flooded in, crashing against Lin Qi's brain like a tidal wave.

She couldn't bear it for a moment, spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

"Xia Qi!"

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