Nan Yaoyan's face turned red, he clenched his teeth, and tried his best to bear the pain. His bones seemed to be crushed over and over again. He couldn't fall. If he fell, his mother would... that gentle

, the mother who always has a smile on her face, she is still at home waiting for him to go back and take her away. He must not, cannot leave his mother to face those poisonous women in Nanyao's family alone.

But, it hurt, it really hurt. His blood vessels couldn't bear the pressure, and there were faint signs of bursting. What to do, what to do, who could tell him what to do.

He tried hard to raise his head and looked directly at the girl who was singing. A rare long pink-purple hair with an almost holy light hung loosely on his shoulders, and was blown by the wind. The hair skipped the porcelain-white skin, and his eyes

Like water, there is a lake of spring water rippling in it. The light cherry-colored lips open and close, and the sound of nature's songs slowly floats out. It is extremely beautiful. Every move is as clean and transparent as an elf.

A glimmer of hope flashed through Nan Yaoyan's heart, "Please, please." He tried his best to say a few words, and blood flowed down the corner of his lips, which was breathtakingly beautiful. "Go, Nan Yao" whispered with some confusion, and stopped.

In order to sing, she wanted to know what kind of request this person would make at such a critical moment of life and death without asking herself to let him go.

The pressure suddenly disappeared, and Nan Yaoyan couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, "Cough, save, cough." A fragile cough sounded. Nan Yaoyan didn't care, "Save me, cough, cough, cough, cough."

." A rapid and violent cough sounded. "Sister" Jiulan Qingyuan couldn't bear it and said, "Nanyao, he may have had no choice but to do it."

Qingyu thought about it for a while and realized that if it were an ordinary person, his blood vessels would be broken and his bones would be shattered into pieces. The reason why this person endures until now is not because of how high his cultivation level is, but because he has a persistence in his heart.

Nian, has been supporting him. He nodded, raised his hand lightly, and a white light enveloped Nan Yaoyan. After a while, Nan Yaoyan's complexion looked much better. "Thank you, girl. Thank you, Jiulan." Nan Yaoyan

His eyes were burning, and he knelt down with his knees. "I, Nan Yaoyan, have always believed that I have been upright and aboveboard all my life, but now I have done such a thing to Jiulan. I should have died to apologize. But before that, I just ask you to show your noble hands and let me

After rescuing my frail mother first and settling her down, Nanyao will definitely die to apologize."

"Filial piety comes first among all good deeds. Qingyu does not want to be an unfilial person, nor does he want to drag others into being unfilial." Qingyu smiled slightly, and a white light swept into Nan Yaoyan's body, and Nan Yaoyan felt refreshed.

, the injury he just suffered and the hidden danger of forcibly improving his strength were eliminated.

"Thank you for your kindness, Miss. Nanyao will definitely return in one month. Don't underestimate your trust." After saying this, he clasped his fists and bowed to the two of them. He turned around and ran towards where the Nanyao clan was.

"Sister," Qing Yuan looked at the retreating figure of his former classmate and said with a somewhat complicated heart, "Thank you."

"What are you talking about? We siblings don't need these etiquette." Qingyu looked back and smiled sweetly. Jiulan Qingyuan was a little dull. She looked back and smiled charmingly. The pink and white in the sixth palace are colorless. This sentence is simply a description.

The magnificence of my sister at this moment.

"Let's go home with my sister, okay?" The pink skirt danced in the wind, and as the pure crystal smile on the girl's face slowly bloomed, the sun also broke through the clouds at this moment, covering the competition stage with a layer of
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