Emotional Value Cleared? No, I Rely on Points to Become a God

The night sky was dyed ominously by the scarlet blood moon. Lin Fan was kneeling on one knee in the rotten mud of the mass grave, with a half-cut sword stuck in his chest. Blood flowed down the black robe and accumulated into dark red puddles at the feet. "Why?" He looked up at the man and woman standing ten steps away. The woman in white clothes timidly hid behind the man in brocade robes, her fingertips still stained with Lin Fan's blood. Three months ago, this woman fell covered with injuries in the back of the sect. It was Lin Fan who applied medicine to heal her wounds with his own hands, stole the master's spiritual herbs for her, and even blocked a fatal blow from the demon cultivator for her. "Why?" The man in brocade robes gently stroked the edge of the sword and sneered, "Senior brother Lin Fan, don't you understand yet? Junior sister Mu Qing is my fiancée. I have acted with you for these three months just for the sake of the innate sword bone in your dantian!" Lin Fan suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood. Yes. If not someone close to him, who could continuously take Eiling Powder in his food and drink? Who can accurately stab the Qihai point when he is doing his exercises? "What an unmarried couple with deep love and righteousness..." He laughed softly, with blood foam between his teeth, "You used the Erosion Spirit to destroy my cultivation, and you used the Heart-killing Sword to shatter my Dantian, just for that innate sword bone?" Mu Qing poked half of her face out from behind the man, still looking pitiful: "Brother Lin Fan, I blame you for trusting people too easily. With a temper like yours, you deserve to be chewed to the bone in the world of cultivation."