Seeing the gray-haired boy's hatred towards Qingyun again, Xiao Luoyi, who was already ruthless, couldn't help but think of a vicious plan. She just heard her say with a sweet smile:
"It was Luo Yi's fault for injuring fellow Taoist Qinglian just now, but that brat named Qingyun has a sworn feud with our Juexian sect. The little girl was forced to attack fellow Taoist Qinglian because of helplessness. , I am willing to pay a certain price to compensate for the injuries suffered by fellow Taoist Qinglian, of course, that kid must die, otherwise I will not be able to explain to the sect."
First, he labeled Qingyun as the mortal enemy of the Juexian Sect, and then gave Feixing the opportunity to borrow a knife to kill people. If he, a young boy, didn't fall for the trick, wouldn't she, Witch Xiao, have been living in vain for the past two hundred years?
Thinking of this, Xiao Luoyi couldn't help but smile even brighter.
As expected, Qianwu Feixing agreed without even expressing his stance, and said categorically:
"Okay! Since our clan and your clan are a friendly alliance this time, your clan's enemies are our enemies. This kid can only be dealt with by Fellow Daoist Xiao!"
"Flying Star! You!"
Ah Lian couldn't help but get furious after hearing Feixing's words, and almost couldn't help but whip him with a whip. However, Qian Wu, who always had the overall situation in mind, frowned and said with some displeasure:
"Isn't this inappropriate? Fellow Daoist Xiao, this young monk is a friend of the saint Qinglian of our clan. If he dies in your hands, I'm afraid..."
After saying that, Qian Wu first glared at Feixing to tell him to talk too much, and then pointed out the identity of the Qinglian Saint. In fact, it was a hint to Xiao Luoyi that it was best for him to consider the consequences.
After all, she is not stupid. How could this little Spiritual Leading Realm monk be the death place of Juexian Sect?
To put it bluntly, Qingyun is not even qualified to carry shoes for Juexian Sect, let alone have the opportunity to offend Juexian Sect. Can we really say that if Qingyun can offend Juexian Sect, this will even be his greatest honor!
But Qian Wu was also curious, why did this young monk named Qingyun offend Xiao Luoyi?
Not only are the cultivation levels of the two parties different by two big realms, but even if he really offended Witch Xiao, shouldn't he be slapped to death by her palm on the spot?
"Qinglian, Qingyun, it's really interesting. This silly boy Feixing probably has a rival."
Qian Wu made it clear that he wanted to protect Qingyun's life, which made it really difficult for Xiao Luoyi. If he simply let him go, wouldn't he have suffered the pain of being searched for his soul by the immortal old ghost in vain?
Witch Xiao was still struggling secretly, thinking about what excuse she should make, when she heard Feixing suddenly say calmly:
"Sister Qianwu is right. Since this human being is a friend of the saint, he naturally cannot die."
However, he changed the subject and said in a sinister tone:
"But if this is the case, shouldn't the reputation of Juexian Sect be ruined in the hands of this little human monk? How about this, Fellow Daoist Xiao, this person can avoid the death penalty but cannot escape the crime of living. Feixing suggested that you break his limbs. Then abolish his cultivation, which not only saves his life, but also protects the dignity of Juexian Sect, what do you think?"
"Feixing, I'll kill you!"
After hearing what Feixing said, Alian couldn't help it any longer. She took out her long whip and whipped it hard at Feixing. However, the whip flew into the air but Qian Wu held it directly in his hand. There was a moment in the field. Silence fell.
Alian can be cold to anyone, cruel to anyone, and ruthless to anyone, but Qingyun is the eternal softness in her heart and her opposite scale.
Anyone who attempts to harm Qingyun must step over her body!
But even though she knew this was Feixing's conspiracy, she couldn't resist at all, because the moment Qian Wu held the long whip, she knew Qian Wu's attitude.
Ethnic group, overall situation, and trade-offs, this is Qian Wu's way of doing things that has not changed for many years, and it is also the best way to solve this matter now.
She would agree, Feixing would agree, but what about Xiao Luoyi?
She couldn't help but disagree, but what about herself? Where is Yunlang?
Qinglian is very aware of her own weakness. She understood this clearly when she escaped from Yi Qing's seal and fought her way back to the ancestral land of the demon clan.
But she still wants to protect her Yun Lang, and she still wants Yun Lang to be so strong that no one can hurt her.
Just like that midsummer, when Yun Lang's arms hugged her lightly.
But the oath that was once made has become a joke now!
Because she knew that she was half-demon, just like her foxtail, there was always half of her body that belonged to the demon clan, making her unable to resist.
"You are all going to die!"
When Xiao Luoyi agreed with a wry smile, Alian said this very calmly.
Qian Wu didn't get angry at all when he heard this, but smiled softly, and said in the same calm tone:
"Qian Wu will not say a word if the saint asks me to die. The premise is that your cultivation level can surpass mine."
She didn't want to offend the saint like this, but if this human boy named Qingyun really ruined their good deeds in the thirty-three realms, then Qian Wu would really become the sinner of the demon clan.
Feixing pretended not to hear Qinglian's words at all, because he was confident that just like Qinglian, he was the most outstanding talent among the younger generation in the demon clan, and only Qinglian was qualified to be his woman.
And this little Spiritual Realm monk is just a wild dog on the roadside. If he dies, he will die. After a hundred years, the person who may have forgotten him first will be Qinglian himself.
Although he was very unwilling to keep Qingyun alive, the fate of having his limbs broken and his cultivation disabled was simply more uncomfortable for the monks than death.
Thinking of this, the last trace of unwillingness in Xiao Luoyi's heart disappeared. The long black whip fluttered in the wind, bypassing Qinglian who was struggling hard under Qianwu's control, and gently took Qingyun over.
Looking at the stubborn young man who was still unconscious with blood on his face, Xiao Luoyi's beautiful face unexpectedly showed a complicated look.
"You are the first man to see my body, so even if you die in my hands, you will have no complaints, right? What's more, I spared your life."
The ripples on the lake of his heart swayed farther and farther, and Xiao Luoyi suddenly felt like he couldn't bear to do anything.
In a daze, all the things that day came to mind, and she seemed to realize that the humiliation she had felt in the past two years was not actually the result of being harmed and planned by the master of the Juexian Sect, or the ban was planted by Qingyun at that time.
But she herself grew up in a dusty place, but she was so self-sufficient that she became morbid.
She can be charming to others and beautify anyone, but deep down she still hopes that she can become a pure and pure holy lotus.
But this holy lotus was completely exposed by an unknown ant in the spiritual realm. This was something Xiao Luoyi really couldn't accept.
In the dusty earth, deep down in her heart, she also yearned for the phoenix crown and rosy pei on the colorful auspicious clouds.
For some reason, when she woke up countless times in the middle of the night, that incredibly handsome face always seemed to appear in front of her eyes. The warm and watery look in her eyes before leaving the cave has always made her unable to forget it for a long time.
What frightened her the most was that there seemed to be a young figure on the colorful auspicious clouds that had been empty in her heart!
But now that the matter has come to this, Xiao Luo has no room to turn around again. The long black whip in his hand is divided into four parts and becomes hard and straight. Then he plunges directly into the meridians of Qingyun's limbs. In an instant, blood surges like a spring. Spray outward.
The severe pain finally made Qingyun wake up from his coma. He felt the severe pain in his limbs drilling into his bone marrow and the feeling of weakness caused by the rupture of his meridians. As soon as Qingyun opened his eyes, he knew what was about to happen.
The somewhat familiar word "Yunlang" came to his ears. Qingyun spit out blood one by one, but his eyes slowly softened when he looked at Xiao Luoyi, and then he faced her calmly in front of him. watching.
At this time, Qingyun's blood-colored pupils had long since faded, but Xiao Luoyi somehow felt that his own reflection reflected in his warm, jade-like eyes looked so small.
It seems that today, even if he is the powerful person who can move mountains and fill seas, he is just an ant, a speck of dust, or perhaps an ordinary woman in front of this young man.
She wanted to be furious, but she knew that even if she was furious, she, Xiao Luoyi, would still lose.
He lost completely, lost to Qingyun, and also lost to himself.
She knew very well that even if she really tried to refine this unyielding young man's soul and crush his bones and ashes today, it would be difficult for him to reach the peak of his cultivation in the future because the demon inside him had been planted.
Just like the shallow scar under the corner of her eye, the tear stains took root and were difficult to heal.
Staring intently at the weak ants at her feet, Xiao Luoyi said in a hoarse voice, as if he was mocking himself:
"You won, but you also lost, because you will become a useless person."
Her expression was a little depressed and hesitant, but at this time, Qingyun unexpectedly showed a very handsome and charming smile.
The sharp eyebrows on the temples and the slightly raised corners of the mouth were exactly the same as the boy next door when Xiao Luoyi first saw him.
Feeling the blood line between his brows echoing with Xiao Luoyi's bright jade icicles, Qingyun gently said to the extremely beautiful Xiao Luoyi:
"sorry."
This apology was like a sharp sword, piercing into Xiao Luoyi's heart. She didn't understand why she felt uncomfortable, and she didn't want to understand why her heart hurt.
Suppressing the chaotic emotions in his heart, Xiao Luoyi gathered the black whip that was divided into four parts like a trapped animal, then aimed it at Qingyun's Dantian, and still stabbed straight in without any pause. And be soft-handed.
But no one noticed that her eyes seemed to be a little wet, but no one could hear her. She was shouting madly in her heart to stop, but it was no longer possible to stop.
"No!!!"
Amidst Alian's heartbreaking screams, Qingyun felt as if his eyes were blurred, and then there was a crisp sound. Apart from the pain in his limbs, he didn't seem to be injured?
Could it be that the pain is too numb?
It's just that he can't move at all like a puddle of mud, and he can't see who is blocking Xiao Luo's long whip. However, the sound arrives before anyone arrives, and a hearty and deep voice gradually reaches everyone's ears. .
"Who dares to touch my brother Bai Zhizheng!"
