Chapter 146 Can’t keep up with the rhythm

"Kite"'s eyes were excited, and her sharp long nails slid on Leng Wuyou's cheek, leaving a red mark, and bloodshot traces were easily visible under the mark.

With such a mark on the pale skin, it looks particularly ferocious.

"Huh, it smells so good!" "Kite" looked greedily, sniffing the sweet smell of flesh and blood on the tip of his nose, and couldn't wait to devour the Leng Wuyou in front of him.

Her eyes were excited, her fingers formed into claws, and she clawed at Leng Wuyou's white neck.

When Jun Moyuan arrived, he happened to see this scene. His pupils shrank and he said, "Qibao."

With one step, the person came behind Leng Wuyou. When "Kite" heard the movement and looked over, he had already slapped "Kite" and sent "Kite" flying away.

"Kite" spurted out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and its body hit the wall hard, making a deep muffled sound.

She slipped from the wall to the ground, her hair was messy, and the soul whistle in her hand cracked and fell not far away from her. This time she fell hard, and she vomited blood in her mouth. She raised her head and saw with blurred vision

The man who suddenly appeared took her food into his arms.

Her first thought at that time was not to be afraid or to run away, but to wonder what was going on these days. Either women were falling in love and killing each other, or men were dying together. How could men and women like them work together?

How to deal with being tired?

This era is changing so fast that she can't even keep up!

The rupture of the soul whistle gave Leng Wuyou a pause as he was immersed in the illusion of memory. Her little hand was placed on the boy's cheek, with a dark light floating in her eyes. She gently wiped away the blood on the boy's face and gently

Put him on the ground, "Brother, Qiqi misses you very much, but I don't want to see you like this, because every time I think of you, you will hurt again, even though it is only in my memory." But I don't want you to hurt.

"Brother, Qiqi is very good now. There are many people who love him, and there are many brothers." But you were not there. Xiaotuanzi stood up, lowered his eyes, and turned around, "Although I am very happy to see my brother, he will be very painful.

, so, I’m still angry.” You have to accompany your brother to feel the pain, that’s all right!

Without looking back, she took one step and her height began to grow. With another step, the little dumpling was already eight or nine years old. With every step she took, her age increased until she reached the edge of the memory illusion.

Her height had grown to 1.67 meters, and she was now a fourteen-year-old cardamom girl. She turned her head and took a deep look at the alley, and stamped her foot without hesitation. The scene in front of her was like glass, shattering with a crash.

Leng Wuyou opened his eyes quickly, an undercurrent surged in his eyes, and the aura on his body was so cold that Jun Moyuan panicked, "Qibao." He subconsciously called her.

"I'm fine." Leng Wuyou breathed out gently, temporarily suppressing the violence in his heart.

Although Jun Moyuan was worried, he didn't ask any more questions.

Breaking free from Jun Moyuan's arms, she stared at "Yuan" with expressionless eyes and emotionless eyes, approaching her step by step.

Da da da

The sound of shoes hitting the ground was like stepping on the apex of her heart. "Kite"'s pupils expanded, and a sense of fear rose in her heart. She raised her head, and in her pupils was the dull face and the deep black pupils.

Leng Wuyou came to her and stepped on her soul whistle. She didn't move her brows and just kicked it down, fighting spirit covering her feet.

Click, click

There were several crisp sounds in succession, and when Leng Wuyou raised his feet again, the soul whistle under his feet was full of cracks and deeply embedded in the ground.

"puff."

The soul connection between Soul Whistle and "Kite" was broken. The soul was severely damaged and she spit out a large mouthful of blood.

Leng Wuyou came to her and looked down at her, a dagger in his hand shining coldly.

"Yuan" looked at Leng Wuyou, who was like a god of death, in panic and wanted to escape, but she was already locked in place by Leng Wuyou. If it weren't for Jun Moyuan's palm before, "Yuan"'s With her cultivation level, Leng Wuyou would not be able to control her so easily.

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