Qu Panyan suddenly appeared behind him, and reminded softly: "The villain, died of talking too much."
Why don’t you villains understand this warning
Thinking of this, Qu Panyan slightly turned her body sideways, and a burst of frosty air brushed in front of her.
Yuan Qi-jun lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the Qianshuang Sword protruding from his chest. The blade of the sword is extremely sharp, and the cold light flickers dazzlingly. The bright red blood drips slowly along the straight blade, and strange blood-colored flowers bloom on the ground.
The Qianshuang sword stabbed him, this time, it was the weakest heart.
With a light sweep of Su Lingyu's two fingers, the Qianshuang sword sliced through Yuan Qijun's flesh, and retreated directly from Yuan Qijun's body. She waved her long sleeves, and the defensive circle disappeared immediately. This was not a real defensive circle at all, but just a small spell used by Qu Panyan to confuse Mr. Yuan Qi.
Because she had already seen that the Qu Panyan that appeared for the first time was not her real body, but was transformed from the fire silk.
Qu Panyan would not be in such a crisis, and when she raised her hand, she would happily put her head on it and rub it back and forth like a cute puppy. Only Qu Panyan's fire silk—her On the day when Wu Paiyun was taught a lesson, Huo Lingsi rubbed against her hand like this.
Yuan Qijun stared wide-eyed, and the two eyeballs almost broke out of their sockets. The veins on his forehead popped out, blood gushed out of his mouth, and he fell backwards straight.
Qu Panyan hurriedly retreated to give him space to fall to the ground.
His heart was bleeding profusely, he looked at Qu Panyan with sinister and resentful eyes, and even the voice that came out of his mouth was hoarse and ugly as if soaked in poison: "Little trash... Do you think this is over?"
Qu Panyan couldn't help but smirk, knowing in his heart that Mr. Yuan Qi was just flirting with her. He is at the end of the road, lifeless, completely finished, and he can't do anything to anyone.
They are the winners, regardless of whether the means of the duel are bright or not.
But for this pervert, Qu Panyan would not feel shameful about cheating.
You can't beat him, you can only rely on outsmart, and then take advantage of his weakness to kill him!
With her hands behind her back, she bent slightly to look at him, and asked back, "Do you think this is over?"
"Do you know why I don't cast other spells on you?" She smiled, raised her palms, and two groups of scarlet and eye-catching flames suddenly appeared in her palms, "Because I just want you to look down on me and treat me like a little girl." Trash."
Underestimating the enemy and listening to the enemy are both the deadliest things.
Qu Panyan flipped his right hand, and the flame in his palm fell to the ground, and immediately burned even more fiercely, like a prairie fire, rushing unstoppably towards the Yin soldiers in all directions.
Wherever the flame passed, only a piece of dust was left, and as long as the wind blows, there will be no trace left.
"You lost, and you have to leave obediently according to the agreement." She smiled and threw the flame in her left hand on him, and even the fire silk that tightly bound him emitted a dazzling and hot flame. She looked at Jun Yuanqi's distorted face, and continued with a smile, "Leave this world obediently, and don't come back."
Killing such a pervert as Yuan Qijun must not be as simple as poking his heart. He must be provided with a full set of cremation services to ensure that he dies cleanly and there is no possibility of fraudulent corpses.
The fire burned his body, and his nostrils were full of the smell of burning, but his limbs were bound and he couldn't fight back. With this feeling of being powerless to resist, Mr. Yuan Qi suddenly felt a little bit about the feeling of the person he killed.
The same goes for them, unable to escape, unable to hide, helplessly and desperately killed by him, and some were even tortured to death by him, and then they became Yin soldiers. Whether alive or dead, they are all tormented playthings in his palm.
The only difference was that they would cry out in pain and he wouldn't, or didn't anymore. The process of refining himself into a Yin soldier is like falling into hell, his body and mind are like being torn apart by thousands of ghosts, the darkness in front of him is boundless, this is the most desperate and painful - but he survived it, for Su Lingyu, so this point What is the fire
The air was filled with the smell of burning, but Mr. Yuan Qi didn't say a word, just stared at Qu Panyan with resentful eyes, like a poisonous snake, which could jump up and bite her back at any time.
But he is not reconciled, it should be him playing with others, how could it be others playing with him
This little trash is loved by everyone, so he deserves to be torn to pieces. How can he stand there and burn him with fire!
He opened his mouth with difficulty, and his throat was extremely uncomfortable, which had been burned by the fire. But even so, he was not reconciled, and wanted to scold this little trash again, but he didn't say a word, so he stepped on him first, and blocked his mouth fiercely.
Before the fire engulfed his eyes, he saw the indifference on Qu Panyan's face, and he could vaguely hear her say: "Don't talk, die quietly."
After killing so many people and hurting my sister Lingyu, you still want to say "last words"? !
Immediately give my old lady a peaceful place to die!
Sin was engulfed by the scarlet and ruthless fire at her feet, and the world was silent. No one disturbed and opposed this sanction. Even the disciples of Xianmengzong who came after seeing this scene were tacitly silent.
The suzerain's wife stepped on the last thing the murderer left in the world and turned around to look at everyone. Her eyes were as cold as ice, her expression was indifferent, without a trace of mercy, like a ruthless law enforcement officer. And when she looked at Su Lingyu, the suzerain, there was a gleam in her eyes.
She hastily stepped forward, holding Su Lingyu's hands lightly, seeing the shocking bright red of those hands and the blood stains all over her body, she was going crazy with distress.
Su Lingyu watched her lower her head, and gently wiped the blood off her hands. After a while, she caught a crystal teardrop in her palm.
Her heart tightened, and when she was about to say something, the little beloved wife in front of her raised her sleeves and wiped away her tears fiercely, then turned around suddenly and walked towards the ashes of Mr. Yuan Qi, stepped on them viciously and then With a blow of the palm, the ground immediately collapsed, and the pile of fine powder was blown all over the sky, as if he wanted to blow up the ashes of Mr. Yuan Qi.
She came back and tugged at her sleeves, lowered her head and said in a muffled voice, "Go back to the Medical Pavilion to heal your wounds."
Seeing that she was unhappy, Su Lingyu would not refute her, but responded softly: "Okay, I will listen to Yan'er."
Lord Yuanqi is dead, the threat has been lifted, and the disciples are left to deal with the aftermath.
...
It has been a long time since the Master of the Medical Pavilion has seen Su Lingyu suffer such serious injuries, not only her hands, but also her heart and lungs.
Su Lingyu breathed calmly, nodded and said: "I've made a note, there is Lao Qinglao."
The medical pavilion master shook his head and said he was being polite, and went to mix the herbs himself, and handed them to Qu Panyan, asking her to help Su Lingyu apply the wound on her body, and then bandage it up.
Qu Panyan took the herb silently and nodded silently.
The master of the medical pavilion noticed something, and went out with the people in the house, leaving her alone space.
Qu Panyan sat in front of Su Lingyu, lowered her head to apply the medicine without saying a word, while Su Lingyu looked at her, the air was so quiet that one felt suffocating.
Su Lingyu's lips moved, breaking the tranquility first: "Is Yan'er angry with Sister Lingyu?"
Qu Panyan buried her head in rubbing the medicine, unwilling to raise her head, and replied, "No."
Su Lingyu was sure, she was angry.
She clearly promised that nothing would happen to her, but now she is sitting in front of her with injuries all over her body. She said that if she didn't do what she promised, she would be angry.
Su Lingyu lowered her voice guiltily, bent slightly to approach her, and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, Yan'er, it was sister Lingyu who made a mistake. Sister Lingyu assures you that there will be no next time, okay?"
She couldn't bear to see her sullen look, and she couldn't forget the tear in Cai Cai's palm just now.
She hoped that her Yan'er could be happy with her every day, instead of worrying about her and crying because of her. This is not the life she wants to give her.
Qu Panyan's action of rubbing the medicine froze for a moment, and then continued slowly, meticulously covering each wound with the cool herb, the movements were very gentle, for fear that he would hurt her.
But he didn't answer her words.
Su Lingyu held her medicine-applied hand instead, forced her to stop, and held her face up so that she could look at her, but she saw that pair of beautiful and bright eyes were full of water, and the eye sockets were full of tears. red.
She is trying not to cry.
When her sweetheart discovered her tears, Qu Panyan's mood suddenly became a mess, and the feeling of grievance was magnified at this moment, making her unable to bear it any longer.
Tears fell out of her eyes uncontrollably, she looked at Su Lingyu, although she was trying her best to restrain herself, she still couldn't help crying, "It's all my fault..."
"If I were stronger...it wouldn't be like this..."
She never blamed Su Lingyu, she always blamed herself.
Whenever her life is in danger, Su Lingyu can always protect her from injury. But when Su Lingyu's life was in danger...she couldn't protect her from any injuries.
Looking at her injuries, she felt unspeakable pain and self-blame.
If she had been stronger, if she had been a cultivator close to the gods, Su Lingyu would not have suffered these hardships...
Su Lingyu's heart suddenly softened into a mess, and she wanted to raise her hand to wipe away her tears, and then remembered the wound on her hand, fearing that she would be even more sad when she saw it, so she lowered her head and gently kissed the tears away from the corners of her eyes, gentle and touching reassuring her.
"How can you blame Yan'er." Su Lingyu's eyes were filled with doting love, "Yan'er also saved sister Lingyu."
The corners of Qu Panyan's lips curled down uncontrollably, tears welled up in his eyes, and the crying in his voice became more intense: "Sister Lingyu is injured..."
Su Lingyu smiled, kissed her eyes again and again, and hugged her into her arms: "Since it is a duel, it is inevitable that accidents and injuries will occur. I can stand so high, so naturally I have suffered a lot of injuries. Others So does the sect master, Yan'er doesn't have to take it to heart."
Their glory, status and fame can never come out of smooth sailing. Injuries have long been nothing to high-ranking people like them. As long as they are alive, they are winners.
Qu Panyan grabbed her clothes nervously and cried even harder: "I don't want it! I don't want Sister Lingyu to get hurt!"
Even knowing that those who are at the top have no fear of injury, and some of them still have the mentality of eating, she doesn't want another wound on Su Lingyu's body.
No one can be indifferent to what happens to the one they love.
Su Lingyu immediately patted her on the back and comforted her: "Okay, okay, don't get hurt, don't get hurt, sister Lingyu won't get hurt in the future. Yan'er is good, don't cry."
Qu Panyan cried until the pear blossoms were raining, and was very sad, but he did not forget to apply medicine to Su Lingyu, so he gave her medicine while weeping.
The appearance was pitiful and cute, and she made Su Lingyu laugh, and sighed helplessly.
Her smoke is really so likable, like a treasure, she is reluctant to let the world see her.
Su Lingyu said lovingly, "Yan'er, raise your head."
Qu Panyan obediently raised her head to look at her, and then her breath was sealed between her lips and teeth.
She could clearly feel that Su Lingyu wanted her more than ever. She even began to doubt that they could successfully complete the great harmony of life under this situation.
But Su Lingyu's injury and rationality made her brake in time, and took the initiative to avoid Su Lingyu's intimacy for the first time. She pretended not to know that she was blushing, and said solemnly: "Take the medicine!"
Su Lingyu smiled slightly, and stretched out her hand cooperatively: "Well, take the medicine."
Qu Panyan lowered his head, cursing Yuan Qijun in his heart while taking the medicine.
Gan, this stinky bastard who destroys the harmonious life of other people's families! ! !
At this moment, there was a knock on the closed door, and a voice came from outside: "Ling'er, come help."
Qu Panyan and Su Lingyu glanced at each other, Qu Panyan recalled how Ling'er comforted Kang Congshuang, who was ill, and immediately regained his energy, straightened himself up, cleared his throat again, and went to speak calmly. Open the door and welcome her in.
After Ling'er walked in, she looked up and saw Qu Panyan's red eyes: "Are you crying?"
She looked at Su Lingyu again, and said righteously: "You can't bully people!"