"Trash, I'll ask again one last time, are you willing to admit defeat?"
When Hua Qingyu was said by several people, the patience that had been left was completely exhausted.
She pointed the sword at Hua Qingyan's neck, as if the long sword in her hand would pierce as soon as she shook her head.
"No, I... never admit defeat."
Hua Qingyan still shook her head. Although she was unable to cultivate spiritual power, her character was more stubborn than anyone else. The things she determined would never change even if she died.
"Fifth sister, even if you kill me, I won't admit defeat."
Hua Qingyan raised his head strenuously, and looked at her steadfastly.
"Fifth Sister? Who is your Fifth Sister? Do you deserve to call me Fifth Sister?"
Hua Qingyu's eyes were dazzled by the firmness in Hua Qingyan's eyes, and Hua Qingyu became even more angry.
She hates Hua Qingyan's strength, it seems that no matter how others say her, how they scold her, how they beat her to bully her, she will stand up strong.
She is like the little white flower in full bloom in the wind and rain, unremarkable but silently exuding a dazzling light, making people envious and wanting to destroy her strong surface.
"Trash, go to death!"
With anger in her heart, Hua Qingyu suddenly became murderous, even if this trash was willing to surrender, she would kill the trash!
Inputting a trace of spiritual power into the sword, Hua Qingyu used his hand to pierce Hua Qingyan's heart relentlessly.
The four people on the sidelines looked as if they had nothing to do with them, and looked at the lively expressions on their faces.
Seeing Hua Qingyu stab her with a sword, they not only did not stop, but showed a smirking smile.
This rubbish that humiliated their Hua clan is finally dying today.
Everything seemed to be played in slow motion, and the sword in Hua Qingyu's hand approached Hua Qingyan inch by inch.
Hua Qingyan's eyes widened in horror, looking at the little approaching sword tip, and Hua Qingyu's face with a triumphant smile, his heart was filled with despair.
"Snapped!"
A stone suddenly flew over and hit Hua Qingyu's wrist with a long sword severely.
"Ah!" Hua Qingyu exclaimed in pain, and the tip of the sword slightly deflected and pierced Hua Qingyan's shoulder blade.
"Puff!"
Bright red blood poured out from the wound, Hua Qingyan's face became paler, but she bit her lower lip and didn't make a sound.
Over the years, she has become accustomed to forbearance, and it is not uncommon for her to suffer even more painful injuries than this.
Only this time... I am afraid that Hua Qingyu is bound to kill herself!
It was born from the same root, why is it too anxious? !
"Who?! Come out!"
A sword did not stab Hua Qingyan, Hua Qingyu frowned, and shouted angrily in the direction where the stone was flying.
"it's me!"
A deep and mellow voice sounded, and a figure quickly flew over from a distance, and when it approached Hua Qingyu, it turned around and stopped steadily.
It was a man dressed in white, with clear eyes and handsome features, with a faint fragrance of ink on his body.
He lowered his head to see Hua Qingyan, a touch of distress flashed in his eyes, and squatted down in a hurry, gently half-supported Hua Qingyan, letting her lean on him.
Then, he took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, unscrewed the cap, poured out a black pill, and stuffed it into Hua Qingyan's mouth.
"Yan'er, I'm sorry, I didn't protect you."
"Brother Rong, I'm fine."
Hua Qingyan shook his head gently, and a weak smile appeared on his face.
"Stop talking, does the wound still hurt?"
Hua Xiangrong looked at her pretendingly strong smiling face, and her self-blame and cherishment deepened.
If he has been with Yan'er, Yan'er won't be hurt so badly...
He was all bad, and he had said that he wanted to protect her, but he always hurt her.