The Quick Transmigrator of the Female Supporting Role Always Wants to Kill the Male Lead

"Xue Ling, there is a man looking for you, claiming to be your elder brother Zi Chen, should you tell this man about your situation, this man has been inquiring about your whereabouts recently."

Hearing this, Xue Ling was stunned. How could he come here? This is the Mingyue sect, and he, a member of the Demon Sect, could easily be caught when he came here.

"Zi Chen..."

"Is Zichen your brother?"

Xue Ling nodded, the pastry in her mouth suddenly became tasteless, she didn't know how her brother was doing.

"It's my brother."

"Your brother wants to pick you up and leave. Do you want to go? He knows your situation and will definitely take you away."

Yunlu now hopes that Xue Ling can live, other things are not important, it doesn't matter if they are together or not, as long as she is well.

He looked at her life in the dungeon feeling particularly guilty and sad, every time he wanted to save her, but the pressure on his body kept him from acting recklessly.

Now that Zi Chen is here, he can save Xue Ling, and he hopes that Zi Chen can take Xue Ling away from this place.

The Mingyue Sect is no longer the Mingyue Sect. It is now full of internal strife and various forces.

The head of the sect became more and more vague, he was full of distrust towards his disciples, and whenever a disciple said something wrong with him, that disciple would disappear for no reason.

"But I want to stay. The Mingyue sect is my home. It was the old head who led me to the sect. Back then, my life was hanging by a thread. It was the old head who gave me the hope of surviving. I can't be an ungrateful person. "

Xue Ling shook her head, very conflicted, if she left, she would be ungrateful to the old head, but if she didn't leave, her life might be in this dungeon.

She couldn't stand the torture every day. She really didn't want to face those people's faces.

"Xue Ling, if you want to leave, I will help you. This is a fake death pill. After you take it, you can leave. I will send you away when the time comes."

Yun Lu handed Xue Ling a pill, he didn't have a medicine bottle, he was afraid of being found out.

This elixir was bought from a little fortune-teller, who was very accurate in her calculations.

"this……"

"Think clearly, eat if you can't bear it, and I will help you arrange it."

...

in a few days.

It was reported that Xue Ling committed suicide in fear of crime.

There was a lot of discussion in the sect.

Yun Lu stood up calmly, ready to go to the bottom of the mountain.

The fortune teller should still be there.

When he came out, he heard those gossips, those people talking.

"Have you heard, that woman is dead, how could the elder let go of the person who killed Anyang? If you want me to say, it's better for her if she dies."

"Oh, I have some gossip here."

Several people gathered together to listen.

"What gossip!"

"I heard that the person who killed the disciple of the elder was another person, and this person has nothing to do with it, and he came here without telling everyone."

Mu Zhi's chopsticks fell to the ground, she was stunned, who leaked it.

It shouldn't be Xue Ling, Xue Ling is already dead.

There's no need for her to divulge it, it wouldn't do her any good to divulge it.

Could it be Yunlu, but there is no need for Yunlu to say, because she likes Xueling and will choose to keep this matter secret.

"Senior Sister Muzhi, you dropped your chopsticks."

A junior sister took out new chopsticks and handed them to the dazed Muzhi

"Here's a new one for you."

"Thanks."

"Sister Muzhi, are you also sad about Sister Xueling..."

She remembered that Muzhi and Xue Ling were very close, but after this incident, Muzhi was always alone and often had nightmares.

"fine……"

She was reluctant to talk about Xue Ling, because Xue Ling died because of her.