Seeing that the dagger was about to penetrate Fu Ling's body, Chu Qing rushed over without thinking.
"Go to hell!" Gong Yan's expression was sinister, and the dagger in his hand was about to pierce Fu Ling's body.
When Fu Ling frowned and was about to take action, the sharp dagger was held in her hand.
A lot of blood flowed from that hand and dripped on her quilt, causing Fu Ling to freeze.
Gong Yan looked at them with disdain, pulled out the dagger, stirred up the once bright red blood, and carried it out in a beautiful arc.
Chu Qing cursed in his heart that he was too harsh, and he took action.
Fu Ling, who was a little weak, lifted the quilt, her face was calm, but a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, and she could only keep her mouth shut.
But in his heart, he cursed all eighteen generations of Gong Yan's ancestors.
Chu Qing took action and fought against her with a sword.
After going back and forth for dozens of rounds, Gong Yan still didn't want to leave.
The longer he was beaten, the uglier Gong Yan's face became.
Seeing this, Fu Ling breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was a bit difficult for Chu Qing to deal with it, it wasn't too difficult.
She stared at his hand and couldn't help but frown. His hand injured his left hand, which was the hand he held the sword.
The blood that had not yet stopped flowed to the ground along with the hilt of the sword, and the dizzy look was like Manzhu Shahua in hell.
Chu Qing's hand became weaker and weaker as he fought. He looked at the sword in his hand. The blood flowing from the blade dyed the white hilt red.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and he could already feel the pain in his hand the more he hit it, and he could even lose his grip on the sword.
There were several times when he was almost hurt by her. Thinking about this, he could only spend a little time.
Chu Qing's eyes became cold, and he picked up her clothes, which were a little torn, exposing a little of her belly button.
When Fuling saw this, her face turned dark, but she couldn't speak. She was so angry that she was going to die!
The palace owner's eyes became colder and he glanced at his clothes angrily.
Later, Chu Qing intentionally or unintentionally took some clothes off her body and let her try out what it was like to be naked.
Until, most of Gong Yan's clothes were torn, almost with rags hanging on them.
In the end, Gong Yan didn't want other people to know that she was picked out by a man. Anyway, with her current appearance, it wouldn't be too miserable to go back.
Frustrated, he blocked Chu Qing's blow and fled out of the door in embarrassment. Even though Chu Qing had strength now, his hand was already very painful.
He was almost losing his grip on the sword. If he caught up and hit her now, he would only lose.
Gong Yan, who had just run out, came back and said outside the door: "Chu Qing, Fuling, just wait for me, I will make your life worse than death."
Poria listened to the hurried footsteps and one or two other voices, and thought that she had already left.
Chu Qing had just fallen to the ground, and when he heard her harsh words, his sword trembled in fright, thinking that she was here again.
As a result, the person ran away again, leaving him confused.
"Tch! Who wouldn't be cruel! I also want to put you and the pigs in a cage and throw them into the river together!" Chu Qing said disdainfully, moved her hands, but directly cursed Gong Yan in her heart. .
Fu Ling had already lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Although her body was weak, she walked firmly.
"You, you're down, go back." Seeing this, Chu Qing was worried that her poison might relapse, so he quickly urged her to go back.
But now, he doesn't even have the strength to stand up, so how can he let her go back
He looked at her with tears running down his face, hoping that she would stop tormenting him. His heart was tired and his hands hurt!
"If you don't go back, show me your hands." She walked up to him and squatted down, with a hint of endearment on her lips.
Seeing that his hand was injured, even if Fu Ling wanted to blame him, she would not go because she couldn't bear it.
"If you're worried about me, you might as well worry about yourself." Chu Qing said helplessly, with a hint of arrogance in his tone.
Chu Qing's other hand touched her forehead and found that it was no longer too hot.
"You don't have a fever anymore." Chu Qing said, looking at her, he felt a sense of suffocation.