There was a snap. Before Bai Wan'er could finish speaking, Liang Yin flicked the hem of his robe and slapped Bai Wan'er in the air.
Bai Wan'er's face was so beaten that she turned sideways.
Bai Wan'er covered her burning face and glared at Liangyin angrily: "How dare you hit me?!"
"So what if I beat you? You'd better complain to the Lord God and let him know what you said." Liang Yin curled her lips coldly, with a look of indifference.
"You!" Bai Wan'er gritted her teeth angrily and glared at Liangyin hatefully: "Gong Liangyin! Just wait for me!"
After Bai Wan'er finished speaking angrily, she quickly turned around and left the priest's mansion.
Not long after, a pink figure appeared at the empty door.
"Master!" The little flower demon quickly ran in from the gate, quickly grabbed Liangyin's wrist, and checked anxiously. Seeing that Liangyin was fine, she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
He just went to make porridge for Liangyin for lunch. I still learned from Fang Ruo that someone was looking for trouble for Liang Yin.
Unexpectedly, by the time he rushed over anxiously, it was already over.
"I'm fine, don't worry."
Liangyin said, reaching out and grabbing the little flower demon's wrist. The moment her hand touched the little flower demon's wrist. The little flower demon frowned in pain and subconsciously pulled out his hand.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Liangyin frowned tightly when she saw that the little flower demon's movements were wrong.
"I...I'm fine!" The little flower demon quickly put down his hand and looked at Liangyin with a pale smile:
"Master, since you're okay, I'm going to make porridge. You still want to drink it at noon. If I don't go, you will definitely get confused!"
As soon as the little flower demon finished speaking, she turned around and ran out of the door.
Liangyin looked at the little flower demon's fleeing figure and couldn't help but frown tightly, a dark light flashing in his eyes.
late at night.
Liangyin was already asleep with the little flower demon in her arms, and at this moment, a faint cold floral fragrance spread at the tip of her nose.
Under the thick red mist, the little flower demon sleeping next to Liang Yin instantly transformed into a handsome man with silver hair in red clothes.
Ling Luochen untied the sand strap around his wrist in circles.
His face was pale, and just when he was about to open his wrist again and feed Liangyin blood, Liangyin, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp flash of light in his eyes, and pinched his wrist.
After Liangyin saw that extremely familiar face, her tears suddenly seemed to have broken.
Even though she had been prepared and guessed that the little flower demon was Ling Luochen, but when she saw the result, she still couldn't believe it and didn't want to believe it!
"Ling Luochen, is it really fun to play tricks on me?"
Liang Yin's whole body trembled slightly with anger, and his eyes were filled with pain.
Maybe it was because she pinched Ling Luochen's wrist so hard that many of the scars that had just scabbed overflowed with blood quickly.
When Liang Yin saw that Ling Luochen had injured his wrist, he couldn't help but be startled and subconsciously let go of his hand.
In an instant, I realized what Ling Luochen wanted to do.
And she also understood that the reason why she was alive until now was entirely because of Ling Luochen.
Now that she is playing with applause. Then why do you try your best to save her? !
Ling Luochen never thought that Liang Yin would be awake. His face was pale. Looking at Liang Yin's disbelieving expression, his eyes were full of panic. He wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start.
"Yinyin... you believe me, I really like you!"
"Like it? Tell me, what kind of like do you have?"
Liang Yin stood up and pointed the spiritual sword transformed in his hand directly at Ling Luochen's chest.
With a face filled with sadness, he roared at Ling Luochen:
"Get out! Get out of here! I don't want to see you anymore, get out of here!"
Ling Luochen looked at Liangyin, who looked extremely sad, and his eyes were filled with distress. His eyes were affectionate and he said with determination:
"I won't leave until I die."
"If you don't leave, then I will kill you!" Liangyin's eyes were red and he stabbed forward with anger on his face.
She originally thought that Ling Luochen would avoid it, but she didn't expect that Ling Luochen didn't move at all. This sword penetrated Ling Luochen's chest directly.
Liang Yin looked at the blood overflowing from Ling Luochen's chest, her pupils shrank, her hand holding the sword hilt couldn't help but tremble, and her tears flowed even more violently:
"You... why don't you hide, why don't you leave?!"
Ling Luochen's mouth was bleeding, and he endured the pain in his chest as he walked towards Liang Yin step by step.
With every step he took, the sword went deeper, and scarlet blood dripped down his robes to the ground.
His face was filled with sorrow, and he felt his heart aching as he looked at Liang Yin's sorrowful appearance.
"Yinyin..."
Liang Yin looked at Ling Luochen's suicidal manner and was stunned on the spot, her mind going blank for a moment.
The long sword kept devouring Ling Luochen's chest inch by inch. The sound of flesh tearing was extremely clear in this silent night. The strong smell of blood instantly spread throughout the room.
Finally, Ling Luochen walked to Liang Yin and stopped.
He reached out and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to melt Liangyin into his bones, his voice was extremely sad:
"Yinyin, without you, even if I live, there will be no meaning."
Liang Yin bit her lip, tears kept falling. She tightly pulled the robe on Ling Luochen's chest and couldn't help sobbing:
"You bad guy! You obviously hurt me, why do you still do this and make me feel so distressed..."
When Ling Luochen heard the last two words, his gray and hollow eyes instantly filled with a twinkling light.
He suppressed the excitement in his heart and said in disbelief: "Yinyin... were you feeling sorry for me just now? Did you forgive me?"
At this time Liangyin was already crying so hard: "I don't want you to die, you don't want to die!..."
Liang Yin covered Ling Luochen's wound, feeling extremely regretful. She shouldn't have been so impulsive just now. She didn't really want to kill him!
When Ling Luochen saw Liang Yin crying heartbrokenly for him, the corners of his bright red mouth became wider and wider, and finally, his whole face was filled with joy and happiness.
"You little fool, how could your husband die so easily?"
As Ling Luochen said, he let go of Liang Yin, directly pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword on his chest, and exerted force.
The spiritual sword that Liang Yin had just transformed turned into dust in an instant.
The wound on Ling Luochen's chest was also gradually healing.
Liang Yin looked at this scene and couldn't help but open his eyes in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Then, he punched Ling Luochen angrily and said angrily with tears in his eyes: "You liar, you are obviously fine! You lied to me!"
Ling Luochen was suddenly punched by Liangyin. He groaned in pain and covered his chest, as if he was enduring the pain.
"You, don't try to lie to me again!"
Liang Yin didn't believe that the punch he gave Ling Luochen would hurt Ling Luochen.
But when she saw Ling Luochen's newly healed wound opened again, blood overflowed. Only then did Liang Yin panic, and he quickly stepped forward and supported Ling Luochen. With tears on his face, he was both angry and distressed and said: