Lin Qiao's eyes lit up.
Sure enough, as expected of Luo Nanchen who had instilled confidence in her. He was so reliable. Wuwuwu...
At this moment, Lin Qiao, who was already worked up, had completely forgotten that it was she who had supported Luo Nanchen at the very beginning...
Meng Erliu's face darkened. "Useless! A bunch of useless idiots!!!"
Before his voice faded, he grabbed Lin Qiao and rushed away without a moment's delay.
Lin Qiao didn't even have time to struggle. "Damn it. At least grab the notebook..."
Meng Erliu dragged Lin Qiao along in a haphazard manner... Anyway, to Lin Qiao, a directionally-challenged person, the route they took seemed completely random.
It was not just random. It was like walking through a maze.
Yet Meng Erliu walked briskly without a single hesitation.
While being dragged by Meng Erliu, Lin Qiao somehow found herself in the cave where she had woken up the previous day.
It was still blood - red and hazy.
This time, however, Luo Nanchen was standing at the entrance of the cave.
Luo Nanchen's temples were slightly disheveled, and his robe fluttered in the wind. He dealt with the zombies and puppets charging out of the cave with ease, exuding an aura that warned anyone who came near would die.
However, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, making him look sad and desolate, with an indescribable air about him.
Luo Nanchen seemed impatient. "Go and call your master out."
At this moment, the remaining subordinates of Meng Erliu at the cave entrance were barely able to withstand Luo Nanchen's fierce attack. But those who were still charging forward were mindless puppets. Although they were bound to die once they rushed up, no one was afraid.
It was like they were lining up neatly and jumping off a cliff filled with lava.
Luo Nanchen closed his eyes. A powerful gust of air centered around him and suddenly swept outwards, causing several large rocks at the cave entrance to fall. In an instant, all of Meng Erliu's subordinates besieging Luo Nanchen at the entrance were knocked down and lay motionless on the ground.
Still not satisfied, he delivered a few more blows, directly killing these mindless zombie puppets.
He was exactly like the Emperor Nanchen in the later stage of his黑化, looking down on the world.
If one ignored the slightly red corners of his eyes and his somewhat disheveled temples.
This was Luo Nanchen, filled with grievance, resentment, and raging anger. This was Luo Nanchen with blood - red eyes from killing.
Meng Erliu clapped his hands. "Sure enough, you're the protagonist. Your halo is so powerful. No matter when or where, you're always so calm and composed."
Hearing Meng Erliu's voice, Luo Nanchen looked over with a fierce glare. But his gaze shifted slightly. When he saw Lin Qiao being held by Meng Erliu, his eyes twitched.
"Xiaolin..."
His voice was gentle and soothing.
It was as if the person who had been covered in blood and filled with killing intent just now was not him.
But Lin Qiao had long been silenced by Meng Erliu with a spell and couldn't respond to Luo Nanchen. She was so anxious that she was about to stamp her feet.
Meng Erliu sneered. "Don't act all affectionate like mother and child here. It's really touching."
These words were really unpleasant. Although their relationship was indeed a bit... But it was not for Meng Erliu, an outsider, to comment on!
Lin Qiao struggled desperately. But Meng Erliu, who had taken the Lu Ying Whip, no longer had the purple bruise on his arm. It was just a bit transparent.
Now she could only hope that the side - effects of the Lu Ying Whip would kick in soon, making Meng Erliu incurable and causing him to die quickly.
Luo Nanchen didn't hold back. "Once a subject, always a subject. Do you still remember clearly the way of being a subject, my dear subject?"
Lin Qiao saw Meng Erliu's lips tremble slightly.
The reason why Meng Erliu was hiding in this blood - filled cave was that he was dissatisfied with the current situation and wanted to be the emperor himself. But Luo Nanchen's words shattered all of Meng Erliu's thoughts.
Reminding Meng Erliu that he was just a subject was simply an insult.
Sure enough, Luo Nanchen was ruthless.
Lin Qiao had been silenced by Meng Erliu and couldn't make a sound. However, she could still mouth words to Luo Nanchen.
"The ghost baby, the ghost baby—"
When Meng Erliu had forced her to follow the plot before, she had asked Meng Erliu about the specific implementation plan for his grand cause. The blood pool made of these puppets was the most basic version.
And the ghost baby made by Xie Kuihai was used to create the blood pool that Meng Erliu was currently cultivating in.
As long as the ghost baby was gone, combined with the side - effects of the Lu Ying Whip, it would only be a matter of time before Meng Erliu was brought down.
And this time would surely not be long.
Meng Erliu noticed Lin Qiao's actions. Angry from the insult by Luo Nanchen just now, his anger flared up even more. He slapped Lin Qiao across the face.
A bright red handprint appeared on Lin Qiao's fair cheek.