No matter what I do, I can say that I am for Luo Xue. "
He took a sip of the fragrant tea, looked at Luo Xue's quiet brows, and suddenly said: "Luo Xue, what should I do if someone bullies me?"
"Kill!" Yun Luoxue said with a Leng Ruohanbing word without blinking her eyes.
Ye Shuihan stroked Yun Luoxue's cheek with satisfaction, and looked at her dozingly.
Xiao Bao squatted on Qianmo Qingcheng's shoulder, his lungs were about to explode with anger.
He kept wondering whether he should transform back into a human form and kill Ye Shuihan.
With his strength, a little Ye Shuihan is not a problem.
However, he was worried about killing Ye Shuihan, Luo Luo would go crazy if he knew it, after all, only Ye Shuihan knew where the Ziluo ice crystal was.
The reason why Luo Luo became what he is now is also because of Zi Luo Bingjing.
Thinking left and right, Xiao Bao didn't know what to do.
Killing Ye Shuihan is equivalent to killing Qianmo Qingcheng, which is absolutely impossible.
If you don't kill him, Ke Lolo...
Little Bao looked at Qian Mo Qingcheng without tears, trying to see from Qian Mo Qingcheng's eyes what he was going to do next.
Staring at Qian Mo Qingcheng for a long time, Xiao Bao couldn't guess what he wanted to do.
Ye Shuihan seemed to have a lot of time, drinking tea and chatting with Luo Xue.
No matter what he said, Luo Xue's answer never exceeded three words.
Until the sunset gradually sinks, the sky gradually darkens.
Qianmo Qingcheng and Xiaobao have been watching Yun Luoxue.
And Yun Luoxue and Ye Shuihan kept chatting, as if one person and one pet didn't exist not far away.
As if his patience was exhausted, Ye Shuihan kissed her pro Yun Luo Xue on the forehead, and glanced at Qianmo Qingcheng with a gloomy face from the corner of her eyes.
With a smile blooming like a flower on the other side, he held Luo Xue's hand and said, "Luo Xue, do you want to see how I fight people?"
Yun Luoxue nodded blankly, "Yes."
Ye Shuihan petted the tip of Luo Xue's nose.
Yun Luoxue was still cold, unlike ordinary people.
"What if I am in danger?"
"Distressed." Yunluo Xuemune replied.
"Really good!" Ye Shuihan let go of Yun Luoxue's hand and let her watch from the side.
Then he looked at Qianmo Qingcheng, "How about a contest between you and me?"
Qian Mo Qingcheng had a gloomy face, and he agreed without answering.
Ye Shuihan's black robe danced with the wind, and Qian Mo Qingcheng was dressed in white envious of others.
Two people, this contest is not fair.
Earlier, Qianmo Qingcheng had suffered two palms from Ye Shuihan, and his strength was slightly reduced, but Ye Shuihan did not care.
It seems that it doesn't care about fairness or not.
Both of them are the pinnacles of Wu Ling Qi, Ye Shuihan's five fingers are slightly open, and a purple spiritual power ball is gathered in the palm of his palm, as beautiful as a dream.
Qianmo Qingcheng didn't move, just waiting for Ye Shuihan's attack.
His body flickered, Ye Shuihan had an unexplained smile on his mouth, and with a palm, the power filled with his body relentlessly forced towards Qianmo Qingcheng.
The wind □□ brings the spirit of Xiao killing.
An ink hair moved with the wind, and a white robe flew up. As Ye Shuihan approached, Qian Mo Qingcheng erected a purple barrier in front of him to keep Ye Shuihan out of the barrier.
"Why? Don't you dare to make a move?" Ye Shuihan's disdainful voice rang.
Qianmo Qingcheng's brows were cold, and his face was as thin as ice, with a hint of coldness in the coldness.