"Senior brother, are you asking me to compromise?"
Yan Bingyue frowned slightly,
She has always been straightforward and has never bowed to anyone.
Because of this, she made many enemies. Just like the group of horse thieves last time...
But even so, even if she was in desperate situations many times, she would never choose to bow her head, let alone give up her ideals.
In this case, the only way is to improve one's own strength.
Thinking of this, Yan Bingyue's eyes became firmer.
Because the surroundings were too dark and only a small bonfire remained, Yang Dong did not notice the change in Yan Bingyue's expression.
He was about to explain and persuade the other party.
Suddenly, he felt a very soft body slip into his arms.
Yan Bingyue was a little clumsy and tried to kiss Yang Dong's earlobe.
While trying, he said coldly:
"The compromises that senior brother mentioned are not suitable for me."
"But I know that what senior brother said is reasonable."
"Therefore, I can only persist to the end by constantly improving my own strength."
"Senior brother, I'm offended!"
Yan Bingyue's tone was still cold, but her hands struck Huanglong again.
At this moment, Yang Dong's whole body was numb.
Bingbing, wait a minute, that’s not what I meant.
Did you misunderstand what I said?
No, stop!
Your hands are so hot. Do you understand that they heat up and shrink when they cool down?
Yang Dong thought this way, but gradually began to take the initiative.
For a young bird like Yan Bingyue, even if she takes the initiative, it is difficult to truly achieve the effect of dual cultivation.
After all, based on his understanding of crazily criticizing witches and bestowing techniques,
Only when water and milk are harmonious, and the piano and the harp are in harmony, can the technique strengthen itself to the greatest extent.
So the twisted melon is indeed not sweet.
This may be the reason why the Qinglian Sect did not become a demonic sect.
After gathering his thoughts, Yang Dong immediately launched an active attack.
He leaned down and pushed Yan Bingyue to the ground.
Take off your clothes and belt with one hand, and roam freely with the other hand.
His palms are like fishes in the water. His body is dexterous and he can shuttle around at will, as if he is in an uninhabited land.
Soon, Yan Bingyue's breathing began to quicken.
Even a pair of jade legs were slightly clamped.
A smile appeared at the corner of Yang Dong's mouth, his palm reached down, and the fish dived into the stream.
It immediately caused the beauty in his arms to cry repeatedly.
At this moment, Yan Bingyue was like a frightened bird.
Curling up her delicate body, her eyes seemed to be closed, silently enduring Yang Dong's attack.
Not long after, the water was already rippling.
Fortunately, there is no one else here now.
If not, Yan Bingyue would not be able to enter the state.
After another burst of three strings and two fingers, Yang Dong realized that the time had come.
So he no longer hesitated and stepped forward.
In the wilderness, the two were entangled and fighting with each other.
The panchang battle is not just for three hundred rounds?
Between the posture changes, the familiar pink Qi appeared again.
Yang Dong still injected half of his energy and blood into Yan Bingyue's body.
As a result, the cold hairs stood up slightly on her delicate body.
Accompanied by this, there is also an increasingly louder cry of warblers.
The two changed positions again, and each other's energy and blood became entangled.
At this moment, the cultivation levels of Yang Dong and Yan Bingyue are progressing rapidly.
Fifth-grade middle-level,
The peak of fifth grade...
Sixth grade!
They fought all night until the sun rose in the east and the sky turned white.
The war finally stopped.
The two gasped and hugged each other tiredly.
At this moment, something strange began to appear in Yan Bingyue's heart.
It was different from the last time because of poisoning.
This time, she volunteered.
Although she was taken away from the initiative at the beginning, she still experienced a completely different feeling from last time.
In other words, Yang Dong now has a shadow in her heart.
As the saying goes, the shortest way to a woman's heart is...
Even if this is said about Yan Bingyue, it is not wrong.
Looking at the man so close to her, she felt slightly absent-minded.
If I am not a saint of the White Lotus Sect, if I do not have such lofty ideals and ambitions.
perhaps……
Following Yang Dong and being his wife is also a good choice?
But this thought was just a fleeting thought in her mind.
She is Yan Bingyue, a saint of the White Lotus Sect.
Not only the White Lotus Sect must be considered, but also her grand ambitions must be considered.
How can a good woman be trapped in a man's gentle land when her ambitions are everywhere?
Yan Bingyue, you must be firm in your ideals!
She silently encouraged herself, and soon her breathing became even.
In this way, it's time for a cup of tea.
Yang and Dong were sleeping soundly when suddenly a muffled thunder sounded from the mountains not far to the southwest.
Yang Dong trembled and immediately opened his eyes, looking in the direction where the muffled thunder came.
The next moment, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
At the same time, Yan Bingyue had already stood up and looked to the southwest.
There is a group of dark green clouds floating in the sky over there.
"The real murderer has been found!"
Yang Dong whispered, and immediately looked at Yan Bingyue, but saw that the other party was also looking at him.
The two of them had a good rapport and looked at each other.
The next moment, he rushed towards the direction of the signal flare.
After they left, Hong Laoliu's figure appeared from a bush in the distance.
He looked in the direction of the bonfire, his expression a little complicated.
"Wasn't this kid captured by the White Lotus Sect? How could he still hook up with this saint?"
"Boss Jia, are you sure he is the chosen one? What do I think? This guy is obviously a jerk."
"That girl Yao Jia is so well-behaved and sensible, and she treats him wholeheartedly. It's not enough for this kid to have one, but she still wants to be a prostitute outside."
"No, I, Hong Laoliu, will blackmail this kid for a sum of money no matter what I say! What are you talking about? This is a kind reminder!"
"Yes, that's it!"
…
Yujiacun,
There are more than two hundred people, but no one named Yu.
The reason is that when the White Lotus Sect found this place, all the villagers here fled.
Later, this place was set up by the White Lotus Sect as a place to relieve disaster victims.
With the help of the White Lotus Sect, these victims can barely survive.
But at this moment, the streets of Yujiacun were covered with corpses!
"Everyone act quickly. We haven't had enough fingers yet. If we waste the opportunity, look at your heads!"
The leader was dressed in black, and his voice was somewhat feminine.
There were twenty-one people in their group.
At this moment, except for the leader, the other twenty people were all covered in blood, with surging murderous intent flashing on their cheeks.
"Xu Gong, we have tried our best."
"But there are too few of us to massacre the entire village."
"Why don't we just use the silence of all things?"
"All it takes is one drop, and none of these mud-legged people will survive!"
The leader known as "Xu Gong" suddenly frowned.
"You bastard, how can such expensive medicine as Wanshiji be used here?"
"It's just a bunch of idiots, a waste of medicine!"
