"Say it, Master!"

"If Shi Shi tries to take you away, will you kill me?"

"Be!" An emphatic answer.

"Committing sin, I am your master. I teach you the skills and techniques for your cultivation, but you won't let him take away your house?"

"Why don't you stop whining and look at the urn? No, I'll get another one." Yang Ji squinted at him and raised the palm-sized bottle.

"Evil ACTS. The rest of your ashes in your mouth?"

The old man slumped in the big chair was dying, twitching his old tendons and spitting blood with rage.

"I never thought that I, Rochon, had planned all my life, but in the end I was planted in the hands of a young girl like you. I took you as a prisoner and kept you from the outside world. Your life should be as pure as white paper. How can you be more sinister than me?"

The old man, sickly, white-haired, with the worst of energy, coughed up blood and whimpered bitterly as he grasped the sword thrust into his breast.

"Has the master any last words? If not, please hit the road." "Yang Ji said.

"For THE TEACHER IN THE HEART BE OPPRESSED, I CLEARLY ATE A VENOMOUS INSECT FOR YOU, YOU HOW WHAT MATTER ALL HAVE NO?" The old man's melancholy turned into old blood at the corners of his mouth.

"Because... I didn't eat at all." Yang Ji said with a laugh.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! I can sense the insect on you." Rochon growled.

"Oh, you mean it? Thanks to him covering for me."

Yang Ji smiled and took out a frog from his bosom.

Its bulging eyes were lopsided, its tongue was long, and its face was full of death.

"The insect is inside it? How did you figure that out? I give you prescription pills to train you, and you guard me? The evildoers."

Rochon beat his chest, hate gushing.

At the same time my heart is very confused,