The moment the ghost cultivator stood up, a deafening roar came from the sky: "Evil barrier!"
A strong gust of wind came. Qinglan Sect Master came with a sword, fell from the sky, transformed into a spiritual sword in his hand, and slashed towards the ghost cultivator.
After hearing the reports from his disciples, Master Qinglan realized that the problem was serious and rushed down the mountain before they sent out the signal flares.
Qinglan Sect Master is so powerful. Even if this ghost cultivator is very strong, it is difficult to take advantage of him. His only precious daughter was seriously injured, and Qinglan Sect Master's eyes were split with anger.
"How dare you hurt my daughter and risk your life!"
The injured disciples around them mingled with the surrounding ghost masters, because when the sect master came, other disciples also followed.
Fighting is no longer so passive.
"Senior sister! Senior sister! How are you?! Oh my god?! Why are you injured so badly? What should I do?!"
The air is filled with the smell of blood from the heart.
Lu Feng helped Liang Yin up from the ground, and his eyes turned red for a moment.
Liangyin covered the blood hole in his chest and staggered towards Qingluo step by step, his face as frosty as ice.
Because her chest hurt too much, the palm of her hand covering her chest curled into claws, and scarlet blood was constantly overflowing from the gaps between her fingers.
"Sister, where are you going? You should be treated now! Don't move!" Lu Feng held Liang Yin up, his face full of worry.
Qing Luo had just saved Bai He and was sitting on the ground.
He stared blankly at the beautiful woman not far away, staggering towards him like an injured butterfly, covered in blood.
The woman's eyes were too sad and disappointed. For a moment, he had an illusion in his heart that he didn't dare to look at her.
As if he had done something completely wrong, his whole heart was filled with an inexplicable feeling of guilt.
"Why save her? Not me?" Liangyin stopped in front of Qingluo, and when he spoke, scarlet blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
"I..." Qing Luo's face turned pale, he opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to spit out:
"Junior sister, she is too weak..." I thought my sister could protect herself...
Hearing this, Liangyin actually laughed out loud, smiled, then shed tears, gritted his teeth and said: "She is a golden branch in your heart, but I am a son of a bitch?!"
Liangyin suddenly turned her head. At this moment, her mood hit rock bottom. After staggering a few steps, she fainted and was caught by Lu Feng.
Qing Luo, who was sitting on the ground, clenched his palms tightly and looked at the fallen girl in the distance. The nails in his hands directly pinched his palms and blood flowed out.
For some reason, he felt a sharp pain in his chest that made him unable to breathe.
An inexplicable sense of anxiety and tension surrounded him tightly.
He originally wanted to save her, but thinking that she could avoid that blow, he saved the little junior sister next to him...
He was originally thinking about his junior sister, if she died suddenly. She will take on a responsibility.
But I didn't expect... She didn't hide away, she was injured so seriously!
Qingluo recalled Liang Yin's disappointed look just now, and his eyes of disbelief at being penetrated by a ghost cultivator, and his heart hurt more and more, like a knife twisting.
He was just about to get up and go to see how Liang Yin was doing, but his sleeve was tightly pulled by Bai He beside him: "Brother, my leg hurts! I'm bleeding..."
Bai He's eyes were red and pitiful, and tears kept rolling down like raindrops. She looked so pitiful that anyone who saw her would hold her in their arms and cherish her.
But Qing Luo said with a cold face: "Sister is more seriously injured than you. What does this injury count?"
When Bai He heard this, she was suddenly startled. She didn't expect Qing Luo to answer like this.
It was completely different from what she expected. She originally thought that she would be injured like this.
Qing Luo would definitely pick her up with great affection and take her back to Qinglan Sect. She had even thought of a shy wording.
But I didn't expect it. Qing Luo actually answered like this.
Bai He froze on the spot. Looking at the young man in white who was getting further and further away, he tightly grasped the withered grass on the ground around him.
Why? Why do everyone have to circle around Senior Sister? What’s the point? !
Isn't it just that she looks better than her
Aren't they just a little more talented than her? !
However, a manly woman like Senior Sister is half as gentle as she is, and can't even compare to her toenails!
Why are everyone surrounding her, including Senior Brother Lu Feng and Senior Brother Qingluo!
…
A big battle ended with the ghost cultivator being seriously injured and escaping.
By the time Liangyin woke up from a drowsy sleep, it was already three days later.
Today's weather is not hot, but it is pouring rain, and even the air is cool.
In the huge room, Liang Yin sat up from the bed and held his aching head. He poured a bowl of tea from the table.
"Ouch! Look at your pitiful unlucky appearance. You are indeed the reincarnation of the unlucky guy! You went to save the big boss like that, but the big boss actually saved another woman, tsk tsk tsk!"
The male god jumped out of the space system and shook the little tail on his butt.
When he found that Liang Yin was drinking tea by himself, with no expression on his face. The male god’s chubby cat face was wrinkled into a ball:
"You said that for so many days, the big boss's evil thoughts haven't even touched? Could it be that the big boss has fallen in love with the white lotus with white lotus? If that's the case, our cleansing this time will really fail. "
Before the male god finished speaking, Liangyin's hand holding the tea cup suddenly tightened. She raised the teacup in her hand and took a deep sip.
The green tea, with its faint bitter aroma, filled the entire mouth and slid down the throat. She let out a rough breath, glanced at the male god and said:
"Can't you say something nice?"
"Oh, that's right, according to the way humans get along. You should be emotionally hurt at this time. I shouldn't rub salt in your wounds at this time. It's my fault. I mourn for you for a second. !”
The male god said and closed his cat eyes in a serious manner.
Liangyin:…
Liangyin didn't answer. He reached out and picked up a piece of pastry on the table and stuffed it into his mouth.
Her cheeks were bulging, and she looked like she was eating well.
When the male god saw the chubby little face, he twisted into a ball again: "How come you are still in the mood to eat?"
Liangyin swallowed the snack in her mouth, glanced sideways at the male god and said:
"I won't eat, so what do you think I'm going to do? Cry, make trouble, hang myself, or force the boss?"
When the male god heard this, his expression suddenly became happy: "Have you already thought of some countermeasures?"
"Yeah." Liangyin. "Then, what's Yinyin's countermeasure?!" The male god's expression suddenly turned into a lucky cat smile, which was a bit vulgar.