"Today, I must avenge my dead child!" Zi Ling stood up tremblingly, covering the painful wound on her chest, and looked like she was looking at death. When her thoughts moved, a long sword appeared. He held the hilt tightly, pressed the corner of his eyes slightly, and was serious, "Come on, don't let me look down on you, don't even have the courage to fight with me."

Yi Xiaorou “………”

She thought that if Zi Ling had enough force to hit her, she still couldn't say her thoughts after thinking about it, "If you are in a bad mood, I don't mind accompanying you, and I don't know how to use magic. You can do it."

But after all, she was honest and said three words that were inseparable from the original meaning. The meaning was that Zi Ling was not strong enough for her to fight, so she didn't fight with the magic and let him!

Although insulting people, Yi Xiaorou is telling the truth...

Zi Ling's face turned blue, and his chest was undulating violently. After a while, he overflowed from his teeth with a "Ha!"

But Yi Xiaorou looked down on him so well, Zi Ling also struggled several times, but when she recalled the pale girl lying on the bed with her powerless and desperate appearance, the stinging pain spread from the bottom of her heart!

"Since you are so confident in yourself, I will not let you down!" He raised his thin lips slightly, gritted his teeth, and then threw the sword to the ground, closed his eyes, and stood quietly beside him, but the air flowed around him, his clothes swelled without wind, and the broken hair scattered on his cheeks also floated. When he opened his eyes again, the passionate peach blossom eyes had returned to the calm surface.

"Brush" Yi Xiaorou felt the gentle wind blowing towards her face. The yin was inaccessible but it had an inexplicable attack power. For a moment, she felt that the breeze blew over her cheeks with numb and itchy pain. A strand of hair floated past her sight and slowly landed on the ground.

When I touched the slightly itchy cheeks, I felt my fingers wet, and the red liquid burst into bright red plums on the floor.

Seeing Yi Xiaorou being injured, Nalan Mufeng could no longer sit still. But when he touched the slightly cold murderous intent in her eyes, he decided to let Yi Xiaorou do it.

"This is just the beginning, Yi Xiaorou, take out your weapon."

The sharp weapon she had hidden in her before had been thrown away by Yang, and she was really unarmed.

Her eyes touched the bare tree on her head. She moved slightly, raised her foot and leaped down a branch on the branch. She didn't take it as a handy one, but it would be a barely possible to make do with it.

She held the branches and pointed directly at Zi Ling. At that moment, her eyes were as cold as the black ice in winter, and she was so cold that she felt. At that moment, there was no Zi Ling in her eyes or the old big trees beside her, and it reflected a dark world.

She twisted her wrists, not thick, and even a small branch that could only be called a tiny branch was so amazing in her hands. She could only see the shaking aftertaste. The wind that attacked her was blocked in half like a river water, and the tip of the branch was facing Zi Ling, with a sharp momentum of breaking people.

Zi Ling was slightly slackened, but instead of retreating, facing the sharpness that Yi Xiaorou seemed to be about to pierce into her eyes, and quickly pinched her hands, and the invisible barrier surrounded him, while Yi Xiaorou's branches were just above the barrier.

"The power of the wind is infinite." He curled his lips, his confident look particularly eye-catching.

Yi Xiaorou frowned, and suddenly felt a sense of restraint on both wrists. Some strength was dragging her, and her body was even retreating without control.

The air around became thinner, and Yi Xiaorou felt that the air was being deprived, and her lungs felt a suffocating and painful feeling.

Seeing Yi Xiaorou's blue-black look, Zi Ling smiled calmly, "The ability depends on how to apply it. Do you think that the wind can only turn into a wind blade?"

"Yi Xiaorou, I'm going to avenge my child!" He gritted his teeth, a hint of hesitation flashed in his dark eyes, and then he was replaced by the intent of murder.

She is no longer Yi Xiaorou of the past. She can even harm a pregnant woman who is pregnant with Liujia. What else can't be done? Such a disaster should be eliminated as soon as possible.

"Don't blame me, I'm also benefiting all living beings." He bent down and picked up the long sword that was thrown to the ground, walked step by step to Yi Xiaorou, imagining the scene where the long sword pierced into Yi Xiaorou's heart and completely made her disappear.

He raised his hand and without hesitation, he held the tip of the sword and stabbed Yi Xiaorou's heart...

Unexpectedly, he felt pain in his heart before Yi Xiaorou, who should have been stabbed, and saw the bright red liquid dyeing the blue clothes dark, winding down along the edge of a tiny branch, ticking, ticking.

He looked incredibly at Yi Xiaorou, who had broken free from the bondage at some point, holding the other end of the branch, his eyes were cold.

"You are right, your ability depends on how you use it." Her voice was as low and dumb as before, and it sounded like a lingering affection, but the fact is that after she finished saying that, she pulled out the branches that pierced Zi Ling's heart without hesitation. With this pump, bright red blood also splattered in the air, either landing, or falling on the cheeks and bodies of the two.

Her hand holding the branch was lying on Zi Ling's chest. The blood that was touching inadvertently made her more charming. She held the branch and tugged it on Zi Ling's body without changing her face. The branches even drove airflow, which made Zi Ling's body fly back like a kite, until it hit the wall and slowly fell to the ground like a rag doll.

But the place where he fell was the one where Nalan Mufeng had just shaken Zi Ling away.

Although this collision was not as good as Nalan Mufeng's attack, the two injuries overlapped, which really made Zi Ling feel so painful that his heart, liver, lung and bones seemed to be about to be smashed.

Zi Ling grinned in pain while covering the wound she was pumped, and his whole body was so painful that he couldn't even get up. It was the first time Zi Ling was so embarrassed that she was so embarrassed that she was so old that she was so embarrassed. She had a shadow in front of her eyes, and above her head was the low and slightly cold voice as always.

"As long as I think, no matter she or you, there will be no chance to enjoy such warm sunshine. Zi Ling, if I don't say it, it doesn't mean I'm really scared. The person I used to kill ten years ago. Now ten years later, I have no interest in taking action on your child. Whether you believe it or not, I just want to explain it to you clearly. Don't mess with me in the future, and let your family be more at ease. I don't mind taking the blame, but I don't like trouble. Otherwise, I can guarantee that her fate will never be better than Shen Tianyun."

He reluctantly looked up, but he only bumped into a pair of deep purple eyes, which looked like the Beiming purple cold jade that was regarded as a treasure. It was crystal clear and clear, and in this cold winter, people's teeth and bones were cold.

He seemed to see the decay of blood all over the ground and the decay of millions of dead bones, which made him inexplicably afraid.

Yes, why did he forget that Yi Xiaorou is not an ordinary person, there is nothing in this world that she dares not kill, but she has to admit that she is the only one who is not interested and finds it troublesome.

This is how Yi Xiaorou, who was unable to practice in her childhood, not to mention that she has few opponents now. When did she grow up so fast that she became a height that he might not be able to reach even in his life?

He predicted Yi Xiaorou's future, which is different from his, extraordinary future...

He should calm down when it comes to pregnancy... Yi Xiaorou is not afraid of things. Maybe there is some misunderstanding. Her personality has always been the kind of people who dare to act?

Zi Ling closed her eyes and tried to cover up the uneasy, uncontrollable emotions in her heart, "I understand."

Nalan Mufeng looked at this dramatic scene and walked out of the corner. He carefully wiped the blood on Yi Xiaorou's face with a clean veil. When his hand fell on the wound that had healed and blood scabbed, he paused before possessing himself and putting his lips on the wound.

The delicate and dense breath fell on Yi Xiaorou's face, and his voice was also low and magnetic, intoxicating. "Yi Xiaorou, I will never listen to you again."

Yi Xiaorou was slightly stunned and didn't say anything.

At that time, Nalan Mufeng wanted to take action, but Yi Xiaorou stopped him with her eyes. Yi Xiaorou was also silly. Nalan Mufeng was resentful of Yi Xiaorou's injury and resentment... She was different from others' indulgence in Zi Ling! But that was definitely the last time.

In fact, although Yi Xiaorou lives in the human world and is used to human breathing and breathing, she can not breathe. The reason why she is pinned is nothing more than her tactic. Using Zi Ling's momentary relaxation of vigilance, she can fight for herself to not use magic to break free from the constraints of his wind, and then hit it with one blow! It completely eliminated Zi Ling's retreat for resistance.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the big palm that Nalan Mufeng placed beside her. Her mind moved slightly. She stretched out her hand and held the generous big hand that was much bigger than her palm. When she raised her eyes to Nalan Mufeng, she smiled, "I understand, let's... go."

Maybe it was the first time she was intimate with others like this, and her expressions, words and actions were slightly awkward and awkward, but that was why Nalan Mufeng was most moved.
Chapter completed!