"Master, I..." Qianyin looked at him, then looked at Lu Ran. Seeing that everyone was looking at him with an unknown expression, he knew that this action was suspicious, and sent a voice message: "Master, let them go, please!"

Chonghua sighed: "Do you know what you are doing?"

"I... beg my master to let them go, I don't want Sister Chihuo to die."

The four eyes met for a moment, and Chonghua saw a thin and transparent pain like silk coming out from her bottomless eyes. The next moment, it seemed like it was just his illusion. In her clear eyes, there was only sympathy and helplessness to beg.

"Since you insist on doing this, your teacher will follow your wishes. In this way, can you let go?"

Qianyin withdrew her hand and did not dare to look at him. When she turned to look at Mo Zixiu, she happened to see Zhu Xian slashing with an axe, as if she had used her entire body's cultivation to swing the axe. Her mind suddenly turned blank, and her body was blocking Chonghua before her brain was running. The fear suddenly surged in her heart made her voice sharp and harsh: "Don't hurt my master!!"

"Who asked you to take action!" Mo Zixiu glared at Zhu Xian angrily and wanted to rescue him. Yuan Li Nuo Lan Yue and others attacked him at this moment.

The sharp aura as fierce as a knife was pressing heavily. Before the huge axe could not bear the power of destruction, Qianyin could no longer bear the power of destruction, her body shook, and a mouthful of blood blew out!

Chonghua's face turned pale, and he held her light body with one hand. An empty hand instantly pressed against the axe blade that was slashing horizontally. His moist finger skin was blooming and flesh cracked inch by inch. Even the moon-colored clouds and wide sleeves instantly turned into smoke and dust. He groaned, and a bloodshot slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth!

Qianyin in his arms could not stand the aftermath. The blood she vomited wet his chest, making his cold eyes finally turn angry. As his palms turned, the axe turned around and rushed back towards Zhuxian with a more vigorous murderous intent!

Mo Zi forced the immortals to retreat, and Mo's hair raised and instantly wrapped around the axe. He shook slightly, and the axe suddenly turned into ashes and dissipated into invisible.

At the same time, a flying sword from outside pierced Zhu Xian's body. Without waiting for everyone to react, Liuguang stepped out in one step, and the distance between thousands of miles was shrinking into an inch. He stood behind Mo Zixiu in front of Zhu Xian, and slapped Zhu Xian with his backhand!

Suddenly, Zhu Xian was bleeding all over his body, turning into a red arc and flew into the demon camp.

"Liuguang!" Mo Zixiu's voice of anger suddenly sounded. Liuguang was wearing a bright robe without wind, and his black hair fluttered gently behind him. His beautiful face was as cold as frost: "I don't care about Chonghua, but I hurt Qianyin, so I asked him to return the flesh and blood!"

Mo Zixiu looked at Qianyin deeply, and a black fog suddenly enveloped the world. When the demon fog dissipated, he disappeared. Even the demons inside and outside the barrier were fighting and retreating.

Until the world calmed down, the fog dissipated, and the sky became clear. She leaned in Chonghua's arms, stared wide and watched the trace of blood flow down his moist and perfect chin, quietly dripping on her stunned face, and a drop of tears finally trembled down her cheeks.

She was unwilling to accept it, but she lost consciousness without choice. Only a voice was left in her heart: Sorry, Master...

"Qianqian!"

"Qianyin, how are you?"

Liuguang and Xuanqi fell opposite Chonghua at the same time, wanting to observe Qianyin's injury, Chonghua picked her up without saying a word, turned into a white light and headed towards the residence "Zhaixing Pavilion".

***

At night, the whole Changliu became quiet.

The traces left by the battle between immortals and demons during the day have been cleaned up, and no trace of blood can be smelled.

The Zhaixing Pavilion is brightly lit, but it is the quietest place in Changliu.

Outside Chonghua's living room, the flowing light leaned against the threshold, the lights in the corridor would make his expression flash and dim. He held an exquisite and light short sword in his hand and seemed to be playing with it and in a daze, and his pair of eyes that were cut into water occasionally blinked.

The breeze and bright moon are like this beautiful woman, but the overall beauty is destroyed by the person squatting on the ground opposite him, who was squatting on the ground with his hands on his chin and looking sad.

Xuan Qi looked at him quietly for a few seconds and finally couldn't help saying, "Liuguang, when did you say that the Lord will accompany Qianyin? His own injuries have not been treated yet?"

"Are you anxious?"

Xuan Qi nodded.

Liu Guang knew it, and he grabbed him with one claw and threw it into the room.

The door was knocked open by Xuan Qi. He fell to the ground in the shape of a turtle and pretended to be dead. He didn't hear any sound for a long time, and he didn't even breathe. He thought about the answer he wanted to give if the emperor asked him. He couldn't help but quietly opened one eye, another, and saw the scene in front of him clearly.

On the clean bed, Chonghua leaned beside the bed, holding Qianyin's little hand tightly with his intact right hand. His crystal-like clear face seemed extremely tired and tired. His closed eyes were never alarmed by Xuan Qi's sudden intrusion.

He had never seen this master look like this. In the past, he was like an ancient well that had not changed for thousands of years. There were occasional ripples and always light winds and clouds. At this time, there was a trace of panic on his face like an ice rock...

Qianyin's face was a little rosy. Although she was asleep, her attachment and satisfaction seemed to be frozen, and deeply hurt his eyes.

A very beautiful, extremely quiet, extremely warm scene.

He stood up silently, retreated silently, bypassed the light in the room, silently took the door, and walked silently into the yard.

The bright moon is like a plate, accompanied by the breeze. Xuan Qi looked at the night sky reflected in the lotus pond, stunned and dazed.

The starry lights in the water, like whose eyes, always looking at the lonely figure on the shore playfully?

The faint wind lingers in the air with a faint fragrance of flowers. On the shore of misty smoke, Xuan Qi seemed to chuckled and said, "Liuguang, can you tell me whether it is right or wrong to like Qianyin?"

Liuguang stood beside him, and in the blink of an eye, a stream of air disturbed the tranquility of a pool, just like Xuan Qi's heart at this moment, with ups and downs.

He said, "Give up earlier."

Give up?

After a while, Xuan Qi turned around and looked at his slowly moving back, and found a feeling of empathy from his body covered with bright clothes.

"Did you give up on the princess like this at the beginning?"

The bright colors paused slightly, as if the flowers were blooming and were suddenly frightened and still. Time seemed to stop at this moment, staring at him with Xuan Qi.

He turned his face slightly, his face covered with faint smoke, and he whispered: Yes.

Xuan Qi's clenched fist loosened: "That's why you regret it until now."

"You're right." Liu Guang chuckled softly, and laughter flowed in the night: "So Chonghua must pay the price."

Until all the colors in front of her were hidden in the night, the lights on the corridor remained the same. Xuanqi looked at the room again and murmured to herself: "I am not you, I will not watch her fall into a place of no return. Even if she has never fallen in love with me, I still want to tell you, Liuguang, I will not give up."

When the water in the pool returned to calm again, the figures on the shore disappeared.

In the room, the night is gentle and the years are quiet.
Chapter completed!