"I'll go, Nanzhi, are you harming me or saving me!"

Qingyun, who was weak all over, suddenly had a huge face, because he knew that when he was wrapped in Yan Nanzhi's white silk, his true spirit power would be suppressed most. If the masked female cultivator was whipped like this, he would have to peel off even if he died!

There is a saying that the more you fear, the more you will be. The actual experience of the masked female cultivator is indeed quite rich. She just saw that she seized the opportunity and took it as she whipped it out with a whip.

The bright moon whip is covered with silk-wrapped nets, and it is covered with the poison of the blood toad. I am not afraid of the poison, but he is afraid of the dense fine blades on the whip!

Sure enough, without the body protection spirit cover, with a bang, Qingyun's door opened its back directly, causing Mingyue Whip to draw a terrifying wound from top to bottom!

"Puff~"

The Immortal True Spirit was slow to operate, and the blood spurted out of the green clouds sprinkled all over the sky, turning into red rain, dripping on Yan Nanzhi's frightened face.

I don’t know if it was the bloody scene of flesh and blood that made the masked cultivator a little scared. She saw her body tremble again and she also let out the first moan, but she didn’t say a word.

Fortunately, she did not take action again, but chased Qingyun quickly.

Everything happened in the slightest. Yan Nanzhi, who was a little at a loss, saw Qingyun's open and closed lips clearly, as if she was gesturing some lip shape, and she would immediately feel sorry!

Lianxin suddenly let go, and she took back the mysterious white silk, and Qingyun, who had lost support, fell.

Seeing that the woman was only about a meter away from Qingyun, she could end his life by raising her hand, but the young master was still dying and half-dead, Yan Nanzhi suddenly regretted her carelessness and recklessness.

But even if you breathe in, you will have enough time to fight these powerful Yuanhua realm cultivators countless times, it is too late for Xiaoyanzi to take the medicine for regret.

When he was wandering, Yan Nanzhi could only use his instinct to shoot the mysterious white silk at the woman. Unexpectedly, the white silk, which had always been invincible, could not get close to the other party for some reason!

It’s not that the white silk is not long enough, nor that it touches the other party’s body protection spirit shield, but that it seems to be blocked by an invisible force. Not only can it not move forward, it even directly reveals a decadent light and then falls down!

Just as she looked at her face full of despair and pain, a thin blood-red line that was as strange as a snake suddenly winded between Qingyun's eyebrows. Her whole body twisted out of thin air in an extremely strange posture, and she slashed towards the female cultivator's face with a backhand sword!

"If the sword rides on the wind, one move will be gone..."

However, before he could finish reciting the mantra of the Heavenly Sword in his heart, Qingyun, who turned around, suddenly realized that the woman holding a long whip was already in tears through the mask.

The sword light moved forcibly, and Qingyun only cut off a few strands of hair from the other party.

He seemed to be able to imagine that this woman should have been biting her red lips tightly to prevent herself from crying.

Faced with a woman, especially a crying woman, Qingyun had never made up his mind. Even though the other party had just injured herself, staring at her blurred pupils that were as beautiful as the galaxy and mist, Qingyun's heart suddenly began to beat rapidly.

Because he suddenly understood that many things in this world might have changed colors, but her original simplicity will never change.

The woman in front of her and the figure in her memory began to overlap gradually. When the two of them slowly fell to the ground, the person with tears in her eyes also quietly changed the protagonist.

He forgot the blood flowing on his back, the black sword in his hand, and even the worrying cry of an innocent girl behind him.

He just dragged his heavy legs, step by step like climbing a rock, and came to the masked woman.

At this time, the mysterious woman no longer took the initiative to attack, let Qingyun approach, stare, stretched out her hand, took off the mask she had been wearing for ten years, and wore it in her heart for ten years.

"Ah...Ah Lian..."

Under the mask, there was no familiar white hair and purple eyes, and what was falling out was a holy face that was so beautiful that it was breathtaking, intoxicating, and ashamed of itself.

Even Yan Nanzhi, a beautiful beauty like the most beautiful woman with a clear and clear sky, stopped her feet when she was chasing her, and was stunned for a moment, murmured:

“So…so beautiful.”

Yes, the female cultivator in the mask is nothing else, she is the saint of the demon clan today, half-demon Qinglian!

I saw A Lian lightly lit up the red lips that had been bitten by the blood beads and shouted out the two words that Qingyun had been worried about for a long time, but the next moment, Qingyun waited for a loud slap with a faint light on the other party!

The sharp fingers and claws cut Qingyun's cheeks, and several bloody gaps made A Lian's heart ache.

"You! Why don't you hide!"

Seeing this, Yan Nanzhi hurried forward. Although she saw that Qingyun and this holy woman must have known each other, seeing that if the wound was not treated in time, Brother Xiaoyun's unparalleled handsome face would never be rescued.

But Qingyun didn't care about this at all. He just raised his hand to stop Yan Nanzhi, and then said to A Lian gently while crying:

"You will naturally have your reasons for hitting me. I will endure it, not to mention that I should have hit you."

"you!"

Now A Lian is heartbroken, and Qingyun's words are more like the last arrow that defeated her defense.

As he shouted the word Yunlang frantically, A Lian could no longer control the surging thoughts in her heart and threw herself into Qingyun's arms regardless of everything.

"Ten years! Ten years have passed Yunlang! Do you know how many mornings and evenings A Lian has missed you, how many days and nights, you...you..."

The little fox cried heartbrokenly. Qingyun had never seen her so sad that she was so sad that she was so choked that she was so hard to even speak, which made Yan Nanzhi, who had not yet come back to her senses, feel a little empathetic.

"I...I...I was too seriously injured at that time and was in a coma for ten years."

Qingyun didn't know how to answer, so he could only use this to make excuses.

I wonder if I was thinking about Qingyun's miserable situation when he was penetrated by someone, A Lian was even more sad after hearing this. She hugged Qingyun tightly and refused to let go. The force was so strong that she couldn't breathe by herself.

The reversal of this scene made Yan Nanzhi a little at a loss and couldn't bear to disturb the reunion of the two.

But the other party was nestled in Brother Xiaoyun's arms and refused to let go, and Qingyun even patted her back from time to time to comfort her emotions. The more Xiaoyanzi looked at her, the more sour she felt in her heart.

After crying for a long time, A Lian suddenly pushed Qingyun away and quickly looked at the wound on his face.

Fortunately, without the constraints of the white silk, the Immortal True Spirit reigned on the body, and some skin trauma had already scabbed and healed. Seeing this, A Lian breathed a sigh of relief in shame, and then started crying again, and said stutteringly:

"Yun Lang! Do you know why I hit you?"

"I don't know."

"You! Can you forget Sister Luo Yi's death? She! Even if you forget, you can't be with the vixen Yan Nanzhi! You are so kind to me, are you worthy of the dead Sister Luo Yi!"

As he was talking, A Lian suddenly pointed at Yan Nanzhi, and his grinning looked a bit like a fox.

"Nanzhi, hey, you misunderstood A Lian, Nanzhi is..."

"Hey, who do you think of you? Keep your mouth shut, I think you are the vixen, okay!"

Yan Nanzhi felt a little uncomfortable, and she was so angry that she rushed up after being scolded. She didn't succeed just now, so now she will be arguing!

"I was a vixen!"

"What?"

A Lian was not angry when she heard this and shouted at Yan Nanzhi. The sensible answer made Xiao Yanzi stunned and his anger was suppressed by three points.

"Yunlang, I'm so scared. I'm afraid that if you forget Sister Luo Yi, will you forget A Lian one day?"

"Why!"

Qingyun sighed, then opened his mouth and spit it out, and a slight white light flew out and slowly landed on A Lian's forehead.

"This is?"

"This is the broken Mingyu ice of my elder sister. It is surrounded by the remaining little soul of her. I have found a way to make her give birth. When did you forget her again? By the way, I left you a letter on the table. Why, you haven't gone home?"

When A Lian heard this, her pretty face turned red. When she looked at the crystal clear Mingyu ice sheet that was well-nourished by Qingyun, she finally confirmed that Yunlang had not changed her mind and said embarrassedly:

"I... I just returned here not long ago, and I'm afraid that the old bastard didn't dare to go up there when he was still on the mountain. Didn't he just smell your smell and come here!"

"Old bastard? But the old stone that stole you and the wind chime?"

"Yes! I don't know what his name is, but if the one who stole me and Fengling was that old bastard, Yunlang, have you seen him? He didn't do anything to you, right?"

After taking back Mingyu's ice sheet, Qingyun sighed helplessly, thinking that this old bastard who said one sentence after another, did not do anything to you according to Mr. Shi's temper, then you are really lucky.

"Hey, I've seen it, I'm afraid you're a misunderstanding. The veteran Shi and Fengling returned it to me. Here, it's here."

As he said that, Qingyun took out the exquisite bell with the word "lotus" engraved from the treasure bag and put it on A Lian's neck with his own hands. The little fox immediately stopped his tears and smiled sweetly.

When she smiled, Yan Nanzhi was both envious and angry.

"Brother Xiaoyun, her name is A Lian, is it her?"

The joy of reuniting with A Lian made Qingyun forget that Yan Nanzhi had been standing aside for a long time, so he quickly wiped the blood on his face and said guiltily:

"Yes, you guessed it's good Nanzhi. She was the little white fox I saved back then, named A Lian."

"Good, this is the cultivation level of the sixth and seventh level of the Yuanhua Realm. A Lian, you are really fast to advance!"

To be honest, although the little fox had not had much contact with Yan Nanzhi in the past, he always felt extremely close when he saw her at the first sight.

But the side effects caused by getting close to her are extreme disgust. She was deaf and said:

"Hey, hey, don't be so intimate, call me Qinglian. After all, the mountain demon spirit is not as good as the goddess of Qingxutian. Why is the goddess who doesn't spend her old age well at Ningqing Peak? Going down the mountain privately will be punished!"

As soon as these words came out, Yan Nanzhi's face suddenly changed:

"You! How do you know?!"

"How do I know? This is not a shocking secret, huh? Haven't you told Yunlang yet? Wow, do you know that you can never fly together like us, and you can only live alone and feel pain in your old age?"
Chapter completed!