"Let me go, Nanzhi, are you going to harm me or save me?"
Qingyun, who was completely weak, suddenly felt guilty, because he knew that being wrapped up in Yan Nanzhi's white silk would most of his true spiritual power be suppressed. If the masked female cultivator were to whip him like this at this time, Then he will have to shed his skin even if he doesn't die!
There is a saying that the more you are afraid of something, the more likely it will come. The masked female cultivator really has a lot of practical experience. She saw the right moment and whipped it out.
The bright moon whip is covered with a net of hundreds of knots, and it is covered with the poison of the blood toad. The young master is not afraid of poison, but he is afraid of those densely packed fine blades on the whip!
Sure enough, without the protective spirit shield, there was only a bang, and Qingyun's back was opened wide, allowing the Mingyue Whip to draw a terrifying wound from top to bottom!
"Pfft~"
The movement of the Immortal True Spirit was sluggish, and the blood spurted out by the blue clouds filled the sky, turning into red rain and dripping on Yan Nanzhi's frightened face.
I don’t know if it was the bloody scene of tumbling flesh that frightened the masked female cultivator, but her body trembled again, and she let out her first cry, but in the end she didn’t say a single word.
Fortunately, she did not take action again, but quickly chased Qingyun.
Everything happened in a matter of minutes. Yan Nanzhi, who was a little overwhelmed, saw Qingyun's lips opening and closing clearly, as if they were making some mouth shapes, and she immediately felt sorry for it!
Lian Xin suddenly let go, the mysterious white silk was taken back by her, and Qingyun, who lost support, fell.
Seeing that the woman had already approached Qingyun within only ten feet of her, and could have killed him with just a raise of her hand, but the young master still looked like he was dying, Yan Nanzhi suddenly regretted his carelessness and recklessness.
But the lightning, flint, and breath are enough for these powerful Yuan Hua realm monks to fight countless times, and it is already too late for Xiao Yanzi to take the regret medicine.
When hesitating, Yan Nanzhi could only rely on instinct to shoot the mysterious white silk at the woman. Unexpectedly, the always unfavorable Baisi couldn't get close to her for some reason!
It's not that the white silk thread is not long enough, nor that it touches the opponent's body-protecting spirit shield, but that it seems to be blocked by an invisible force. Not only can it not make an inch forward, it even directly reveals the light of decadence, and then falls!
As she watched with despair and pain on her face, a strange, snake-like blood-red thread suddenly snaked between Qingyun's eyebrows. Her whole body twisted out of thin air in an extremely weird posture, and with a backhand sword, she aimed at the female cultivator. Cut off the face!
"The sword is like riding the wind, and it can be used in one move..."
However, before he finished reciting the formula of the Magic Sword of the Heavens in his heart, Qingyun turned around and suddenly discovered that through the mask, the woman holding the long whip had tears in her eyes at some point.
The sword light was forced to move, and Qingyun only cut off a few hairs of the opponent.
He seemed to be able to imagine that this woman must have been biting her red lips to prevent herself from crying.
Qingyun has never been cruel to a woman, especially a crying woman. Even though the other woman had just severely injured him, Qingyun's heart suddenly began to beat rapidly as he stared so closely at her beautiful, starry and mist-filled pupils. stand up.
Because he suddenly understood that many things in this world may change colors, but her original innocence will never change.
And the figure of the woman in front of him and the one in his memory began to gradually overlap. As the two slowly fell to the ground, the person with tears in his eyes also quietly changed the protagonist.
He forgot the blood flowing across his back, the black sword in his hand, and even the worried cry of an innocent girl behind him.
He just dragged his heavy legs, step by step, like climbing a rock, and came to the front of the masked woman.
At this time, this mysterious woman actually stopped attacking. She allowed Qingyun to approach, stare, and reach out, taking off the mask she had worn for ten years and the mask she had worn in her heart for ten years.
"Ah...Alian..."
Under the mask, instead of the familiar white hair and purple eyes, what emerged was a holy face that was so beautiful that it was breathtaking, so beautiful that it was intoxicating, and so beautiful that it made you feel ashamed.
Even Yan Nanzhi, a stunning beauty who surpassed the Qingxu Heaven, stopped in her tracks when she was chasing him. She looked a little dazed and murmured:
"So... so beautiful."
Yes, the masked nun is none other than the current saint of the demon clan, the half-demon Qinglian!
Alian just wanted to open her red lips that had been bitten with blood and shout out the two words that Qingyun had been thinking about for a long time. But the next moment, what Qingyun was waiting for was a loud slap with a faint glow from the other party!
Sharp claws scratched Qingyun's cheek, and several bloody cuts made Alian feel extremely painful.
"You! Why don't you hide!"
Seeing this, Yan Nanzhi also hurriedly stepped forward. Although she could tell that Qingyun and this holy woman must have known each other, if the wound was not treated in time, brother Xiaoyun's unparalleled handsome face would never be restored.
But Qingyun didn't care about this at all. He just raised his hand to stop Yan Nanzhi, and then said to Alian tenderly while crying:
"Of course you have your own reasons for hitting me. I just tolerated it, not to mention that I should have been hit."
"you!"
Alian was already feeling extremely heartbroken, and Qingyun's words were like the last arrow that broke her defenses.
With the word "Yunlang" in her mouth crazily, Alian could no longer control the surging thoughts in her chest, and threw herself into Qingyun's arms desperately.
"Ten years! Ten years, Yun Lang! Do you know how many mornings and evenings, how many days and nights Alian has missed you, you...you..."
The little fox cried heartbreakingly. Qingyun had never seen her so sad before. She was so choked up that it was difficult to even speak. Even Yan Nanzhi, who had not yet recovered, felt the same.
"I...I...I was injured so badly that I was in a coma for ten years."
Qingyun didn't know how to answer, so he could only use this excuse.
I don't know if she thought of the tragic situation of Qingyun being stabbed and disemboweled. After hearing this, Alian cried even more sadly. She hugged Qingyun so tightly and refused to let go. The strength was so strong that she couldn't breathe.
The reversal of this scene left Yan Nanzhi a little overwhelmed, and he couldn't bear to disturb the reunion of the two.
It's just that the other party nestled in brother Xiaoyun's arms and refused to let go, and Qingyun even patted her back from time to time to comfort her. The more Xiao Yanzi looked at her, the more sour she felt in her heart.
After crying for a long time, Alian suddenly pushed Qingyun away and quickly took a look at the wounds on his face.
Fortunately, without the restraints of the white silk threads, the immortal spirit regained control of the physical body. Some of the skin injuries had scabbed and healed. Seeing this, Alian breathed a sigh of relief with some shame, then started crying again, murmuring:
"Yunlang! Do you know why I hit you?"
"I don't know."
"You! How can you forget that Sister Luo Yi is dead! Her! Even if you forget her, you can't be with a vixen like Yan Nanzhi! Are you worthy of the dead Sister Luo Yi when we are so close to each other?"
As she spoke, Alian suddenly pointed towards Yan Nanzhi, her teeth bared in a grin that really looked like a fox.
"Nanzhi, hey, you misunderstood Alian, Nanzhi is..."
"Hey, who are you? You are a vixen who keeps your mouth shut. I think you are the vixen, okay?"
Yan Nanzhi was already a little uncomfortable, and he got angry after being scolded like this. He didn't succeed in his gesture just now, now let's compete!
"I am a vixen!"
"What?"
Ah Lian was not angry after hearing this, and yelled at Yan Nanzhi, and this matter-of-fact answer made Xiao Yanzi suddenly 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 also forget Alian one day?"
"Why!"
Qingyun sighed, then opened his mouth and spat out, and a thin white light flew out and slowly landed on Alian's forehead.
"This is?"
"This is the eldest sister's broken piece of Mingyu ice. Inside it resides her last remaining bit of soul. I have found a way to bring her back to life. When did I forget her again? By the way, I left it for you on the table. Xin, why, you didn’t go home?”
Ah Lian blushed when she heard this, and then looked at the crystal clear Mingyu ice slices that were well-nurtured by the blue clouds. She finally confirmed that Yun Lang had not changed his mind, and she couldn't help but said with embarrassment:
"I...I just came back here not long ago, and I was afraid that the old bastard was still on the mountain, so I didn't dare to go up. Didn't I just smell your scent and rush here!"
"Old bastard? But that old Shitou who robbed you and Feng Chime?"
"Yes! I don't know his name, but if it's that old bastard who robbed me and the wind chime, have you seen him, Yunlang? He didn't do anything to you, right?"
Qingyun sighed helplessly after taking back the Mingyu borneol, thinking to himself that this old bastard who kept saying the same thing, if Mr. Shi's temper didn't do anything to you, then you are really lucky.
"Hey, I've seen it before. I'm afraid it's a misunderstanding between you. General Shi and the wind chime were returned to me. Here they are."
As he spoke, Qingyun took out the exquisite bell engraved with the word "Lotus" from the treasure bag and put it back on Alian's neck. The little fox immediately held back his tears and laughed sweetly.
Her smile made Yan Nanzhi feel envious and angry.
"Brother Xiaoyun, her name is A-Lian, is that her?"
The joy of reuniting with Alian 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 apologetically:
"Yes, you guessed it right Nanzhi, she is the little white fox I rescued back then, named Alian."
"My dear, you are already at the sixth or seventh level of the Yuanhua Realm. Alian, you are advancing so fast!"
To be honest, although the little fox had not had much contact with Yan Nanzhi in the past, he always felt unusually close to her when he saw her for the first time.
But the side effect of getting close to her was extreme disgust. He turned a deaf ear to her compliments on her sexual advances and muttered:
"Hey, hey, don't be so affectionate, just call me Qinglian. After all, the mountain demons are no match for the majestic goddess of Qingxu Tian. Why doesn't the goddess spend her remaining years in peace at Ningqing Peak? If she goes down the mountain privately, she will be punished. He will be severely punished!"
As soon as these words came out, Yan Nanzhi's expression suddenly changed:
"You! How do you know?!"
"How do I know? This isn't some shocking secret, huh? You haven't told Yun Lang yet? Wow, are you feeling the pain of knowing that you will never be able to live together like us, and you can only end up alone?"
PS: We are in such a hurry, this hatred is endless, but it is a pity that the flowers will be better next year, who do you know?
