The Great Immortal of Love: All My Female Disciples Are Yandere Chapter 301 - 117. Lin Qianqian falls to evil and turns agai

"Feng—Ling—Xue!"

Accompanied by an earth-shattering scream.

The Third Prince of Great Chu knelt on the ground, his eyes blood-red, filled with resentnt, anger, and grievance!

"You... you said I’m a good person!"

"Why must a good person be stabbed repeatedly with swords!"

"I, Lin Mo, refuse to accept it!"

"What have I done to make you hate so much, even... want to put to death?"

The Son of Destiny, looked up to the sky and roared, blood and tears streaming down his face as he dragged his dying body, continually retreating...

"I don’t hate you."

Feng Lingxue walked over coldly and forcibly pulled out the Demon Sword from the young man’s chest again!

Swoosh!

A massive amount of blood spurted out, dyeing the surrounding grassland crimson.

"I don’t even dislike you."

"To , you are like the flowers, grass, and insects around, not worth my attention at all."

"The reason I’m killing you this ti is because..."

"He wants to kill you."

"He?"

Lin Mo’s body trembled violently, "Who is he!? And, you... you have soone you like?"

"A dead person knowing too much is aningless."

Feng Lingxue said expressionlessly, once again stabbing with the sword!

This stab aid directly at the young man’s forehead!

Swoosh—

Just as the longsword broke through the air, nearing the young man’s forehead.

The blood flowing from the young man’s chest suddenly transford into streams of golden light, gathering in the air!

The golden light exuded a holy and powerful aura, forming an incredibly solid wall of light in an instant!

It forcibly stopped the sword edge, preventing it from advancing an inch!

"You... you still have strength left?"

Feng Lingxue’s beautiful eyes widened, her heart finally stirred a ripple, she trembled and said, "You... what kind of bizarre evil skill is this? Your five viscera are burnt, yet you can still fight?"

"Lingxue sister, I am so infatuated with you."

"So sincerely want to marry you."

"And yet, you treat so cruelly!"

"Fine! Today, if I survive, I will exhaust every ans to claim you! Forcefully make you my woman!"

"As for the man behind you..."

"I will eventually find him and then—make him die!"

The young man roared with all the strength he had left.

Imdiately, he transford into a golden light, in the blink of an eye, he fled a hundred miles away!

"This..."

"Lin Mo’s fate is truly hard to break, no wonder the master fears him so much..."

"Ah, have I beco so useless now? Even as master’s pawn, I’m so inept."

Feng Lingxue sighed softly, her expression lonely and confused.

Recalling that supre, powerful, and dignified master’s rciful attitude when she showed her intent of killing the master, not only did he forgive her with great love, but he also...

Lowered his status as a master, gently hugged and kissed her!

Her heart faintly ached!

"No! Lin Mo must not escape!"

"Sneak into Hehuan Sect, dig three feet into the ground, even if I must find him!"

.....

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Altar of Hehuan Sect.

A vast golden light shot through the mountain gate, bridges, and countless palaces, past the protection formation, finally arriving before a luxurious guest sleeping hall.

The entire process was incredibly swift, just a blink of an eye!

So much so that no expert in the sect detected the intrusion of the golden light!

Swoosh.

On the unmanned hill in front of the sleeping hall, the golden light gradually dimd.

A figure gradually appeared.

An injured young man, covered in blood, fell to the ground.

"Ugh..."

"My five viscera are currently burned by that woman’s demonic fire evil skill, completely relying on the activated Power of the Dragon’s Heritage within , forcibly sustaining a breath of True Qi to keep my body from dying..."

"However, I won’t be able to last much longer either..."

"This bloodline power passed down from the Lin family ancestors can grant one chance of resurrection, but I must find a Lin family descendant and obtain her Word Spirit Power before sunset!"

"If I rember correctly..."

"Ninth sister is right in this hall! Whether I can defy fate and achieve rebirth all relies on her!"

Thinking this, Lin Mo glanced at the sky, seeing the sun setting and dusk approaching, ti was running out!

Without a mont’s hesitation.

He activated the Power of the Dragon’s Heritage once again, using blood to shift spirit, transford into an invincible golden light, and rushed into the hall!

"Xianxian! Are you inside?!"

Entering the bedchamber, Lin Mo looked around but did not see his sister’s figure!

He forced himself to stand up, staggering towards the back hall.

Finally, in the inner chamber, behind the curtain in front of the embroidered bed, he saw a beautiful silhouette swaying!

But because of the curtain, he couldn’t see her true appearance.

But from the gentle curves and the ornate, intricate gold hairpins on her head, it could be deduced—

It was undoubtedly his ninth sister, Lin Qianqian!

"Xianxian... Xianxian, is it you?!"

"Quick! Brother is about to fail! Help !"

Seeing his sister indeed inside, Lin Mo was both anxious and delighted. He imdiately held back his pain, hauling his battered body to crawl to the curtain’s edge.

However.

Until this mont!

After hearing his voice.

The silhouette inside the curtain not only didn’t co out imdiately but shook even more violently!

"What is Xianxian doing?"

Lin Mo was furious and anxious, about to call out again.

But then a panicked female voice ca from inside:

"Royal... is it you, Royal Brother? You, you, you, please wait a mont!!"

Lin Mo’s eyes lit up instantly, and his heart was thoroughly relieved!

It was indeed his most beloved ninth sister!

Pop.

An exquisitely frad lifelike portrait slipped out from the bedside.

Lin Mo looked up and saw that the person in the portrait was none other than his target this ti, the detestable Great Demon Head, Bail Qingling!

"Sister, why... why do you have his portrait?"

He was extrely shocked and asked in a trembling voice.

At this mont, he even forgot that he ca to beg his sister to help him be reborn!

"No, it’s nothing!"

"Xianxian keeps this demon’s portrait to look at before sleeping each night, to soothe... no, to imprint the hatred in the marrow, to fulfill Master’s great task!"

Again, the sister’s voice ca from behind the curtain.

anwhile, a slender, fair hand quickly reached out from the curtain, taking back the portrait!

"Royal Brother, please wait! Let Xianxian unlock this..."

Inside the curtain, Lin Qianqian didn’t finish her sentence.

But then a loud shout ca:

"You girl! What on earth are you doing!"

Lin Mo couldn’t wait any longer and yanked the curtain open, seeing a scene that almost made him faint on the spot!

"You girl, what are you doing! Are you mad?!"

Watching this scene, though still unaware of the reason behind this.

Lin Mo was absolutely furious!

His royal brother’s life or death was uncertain, needing her help, yet his royal sister dared to ignore him and even inexplicably tie herself up!

"Wait!"

"Could it be that Xianxian was just..."

Suddenly thinking of so outrageous things recorded in folk erotic novelties, Lin Mo’s eyes were about to tear apart, filled with grief and indignation!

Especially since it involved his most hated Demon Head, Bail Qingling!

This gave him an overwhelming sense of defeat and despair!

Poof!

In a surge of anger, he spat out another mouthful of blood!

"Royal Brother! What’s happened to you!"

Lin Qianqian only then noticed the injuries on her brother, and her flushed pretty face imdiately turned deathly pale!

She quickly rushed over to help him up.

She raised her head.

But saw this Third Brother, full of wrath, raising a hand to slap at her with all his might!

Before the palm reached, the terrifying wind already blew her long hair upwards!

"Lin Qianqian! You... you are not worthy of being my Lin Mo’s sister!"

Lin Mo roared in anger, his heart hardened, and he slapped down fiercely!

However, in the next mont.

His palm, just inches from his sister’s cheek, was tightly bound and fixed by an indescribable dominant aura, unable to advance any further!

"This familiar oppressive feeling, this is..."

Lin Mo’s eyelid twitched.

And then.

A low and indifferent male voice ca from behind:

"You dare touch my woman?"

Lin Qianqian: ╭(⊙o⊙)╮

Lin Mo: o_O