"Qin Hongyu killed my brother, and I killed her fiancé. Isn't this reasonable?"

The man in black with the sickle in his hand screamed strangely, "It's a pity that she asked you to leave and you were too late."

"Remember, I am the eighth Death Scythe of the Hell Death Group..."

He kept shouting, his face full of amusement.

"ill!"

Chu Linyuan interrupted him impatiently, especially the bell on the other person's wrist, which made him speechless.

"Erha!"

He shouted, turned around and walked directly into the courtyard.

Woof!

Erha yelled, and with a swish, he jumped out, bringing with him an afterimage, and instantly appeared in front of the eighth scythe. Before the opponent could react, he bit his neck directly.

The men of the eighth scythe were so shocked that their eyes popped out.

But the next moment, they felt their eyes blurred, and before they had time to scream, they followed the footsteps of the eighth scythe.

At this time, Chu Linyuan had returned to the courtyard and saw a sloppy Taoist in the courtyard.

"Old sloppy? Are you finally willing to come back?"

Chu Linyuan rolled his eyes.

This sloppy Taoist was his master. Ever since his medical skills surpassed him three years ago, the other party gave him this shabby courtyard under the pretext of going out to collect information, and then disappeared for three years.

"Isn't it just for you?"

The sloppy Taoist snorted and said, taking out a large stack of documents from his arms, "These are the eighteen engagements I have made for you over the years. They are all medicines that may help relieve your condition. Hurry down the mountain.

Marry them!"

Ten or eighteen engagements?

"Can I take it?"
Chapter completed!