My Sweetheart And I Became Love Rivals GL

Qu Panyan suddenly appeared behind him, softly reminding: "Villain, died of too much talk."

How can you be a villain because of this warning word?

Qu Panyan thought so, opened his body slightly, and wiped a frost in front of him.

Yuan Qijun lowered his head in disbelief and looked at Qianshuang's sword that was piercing from his chest. The sword is extremely sharp, and the cold light is dazzling and dazzling. The bright red blood dripping slowly along the straight sword body, and blossoming strange flowers on the ground.

Qianshuang sword stabbed him, this time, the most vulnerable heart.

Su Lingyu's **** swept lightly, and Qianshuangjian cut Yuan Qijun's flesh and retreated directly from Yuan Qijun's body. She waved her long sleeves, and the defensive circle disappeared immediately. This was not really a defensive circle. It was just a small spell used by Qu Panyan to confuse Yuan Qijun.

Because she has long seen that the first appearance of Qu Panyan is not her real body, but changed from the fire silk.

Qu Panyan will not be in such a crisis, but will also happily lean her head up like a cute puppy when she raises her hand.It will do so, only Qu Panyan's fire silk-- The day she taught Wu Paiyun, the fire silk also rubbed her hand in this way.

Yuan Qijun's eyes widened, and his two eyes almost glared out of his eyes. The green muscles on his forehead burst, and blood continued to flow from his mouth, falling straight back.

Qu Panyan quickly backed away to give him space to fall to the ground.

There was a lot of blood in his heart, and he looked at Qu Panyan's eyes with vicious resentment, and even the voice in his mouth was hoarse and unpleasant as if he had been soaked in venom: "Small waste... Do you think this is over?"

Qu Panyan couldn't help but know that Yuan Qijun was just slapping her. He is at the end of his life, there is absolutely no life, and it is completely over. He can't help anyone at all.

They are the winners, regardless of whether the means of the duel are bright or not.

But to deal with this perversion, Qu Panyan will not feel how shameful cheating.

You can't beat it, you can only rely on outsourcing, and then let him die when he is weak!

With her hands on her back, she bent over to look at him slightly and asked, "Do you think this is over?"

"Do you know why I don't cast any other spells on you?" She smiled, raised her palms, and suddenly two groups of scarlet flames evolved in her palms, "Because I just want you to look down on me and treat me like a child. Waste."

It is the deadliest thing to look down on the enemy and listen to the enemy.

Qu Panyan turned his right hand, the flame in his palm fell to the ground, and it immediately burned more fiercely, like the fire of the prairie, rushing toward the Yin soldiers in all directions.

Wherever the flame passed, only a piece of powder left, as long as the wind blows, no traces can be left.

"You lost, and you must leave in accordance with the agreement." She smiled and threw the flame of her left hand on him, and even the fiery silk that bound him tightly followed with a dazzling glow. She looked at Yuan Qijun's distorted face and continued with a smile, "Once you leave the world obediently, you are not allowed to come back."

The perversion of killing Yuan Qijun must not be as simple as piercing the heart. He must be given a full set of cremation services to ensure that he died cleanly, and there is no possibility of fraud.

The fire burned, and the nasal cavity was full of burnt smell, but the limbs were restrained and unable to fight back. This feeling of inability to resist, Yuan Qijun suddenly felt a little bit of how he felt when he was killed by himself.

The same is true for them. They can't escape, can't hide, and are helplessly and desperately killed by him, and even some will be tortured to death by him alive, and then they will be turned into Yin soldiers. Whether they were alive or behind, they were all tortured in his palm.

The only difference is that they will yell in pain, and he will not, or it will not. The process of refining yourself into a Yin soldier is like falling to hell, and the body and mind are torn by the ghosts. The darkness in front of you is endless. This is the most desperate and painful-but he survived it, for Su Lingyu, so this What can a fire be called?

Yuan Qijun said nothing in the air, but just stared at Qu Panyan with a bitter gaze, like a poisonous snake that could jump up and bite her at any time.

But he was not reconciled, it should be him playing with others, how can someone else play with him?

This little waste won everyone's love, so he should be broken into pieces, how can he stand there and burn him with fire!

He opened his mouth hard, and his throat was extremely uncomfortable, and he had been burned by fire. But even so, he was not reconciled, and wanted to scold this little waste again, even if he didn't take a word out, he stepped on one foot first and blocked his mouth fiercely.

Before the fire swallowed his eyes, he saw Qu Pan's indifference on the smoke surface. He could hear her say in his ear: "Don't talk, die quietly."

Killed so many people and hurt my sister Lingyu, do you still want to say "last words"? !

Immediately give the old lady to die in place!

Sin was engulfed by the scarlet fire at her feet, the world was quiet, no one disturbed against this sanction, and even the subsequent disciples of Xianmeng Zong came to see this scene in silence.

The wife of the patriarch stepped on the last thing left in the world by the murderer and turned to look at the crowd. Her eyes were cold, her expression was cold, without a trace of pity, just like a ruthless and lawless law enforcer. And when she looked at the suzerain Su Lingyu, she suddenly had a look in her eyes.

She hurried forward and put lightly on Su Lingyu's two hands, looking at the shocking red of those hands and her blood stains, she was all in pain.

Su Lingyu watched her lower her head, gently wiped the blood from her hand, and after a while, she caught a crystal tear in her palm.

She felt tight and was about to say something. The little wife in front of her raised her sleeves and wiped away the tears fiercely. She suddenly turned and walked towards Yuan Qijun’s ashes. With a bang, the ground collapsed, and the pile of powder was beaten all over the sky. There was a great momentum to lift Yuan Qijun's ashes.

She came back and pulled her sleeves again, bowing her head and sullenly said, "Return to the doctor's court for healing."

Su Lingyu saw that she was in a bad mood, and would never refute her. She only responded gently: "Okay, listen to Yaner."

Yuan Qijun is dead, the threat has been lifted, and the disciples are left behind.

...

It's been a long time since the Pavilion of the Medical Pavilion has seen Su Lingyu suffer such a serious injury, not only the hand, but also the heart and lungs. It needs to meditate for a long time, and the hand can't touch the sword again in a short time.

Su Lingyu's breath was gentle and nodded: "I have written down, there are old men and women."

The Pavilion Master shook his head and said politely, and then went to prepare the herb, and handed it to Qu Panyan, let her help Sulingyu to apply the wound on her body, and then bandage it.

Qu Panyan took the herb in silence and nodded silently.

The Pavilion Master noticed something and went out with the people in the room, leaving her alone.

Qu Panyan sat in front of Suling Jade and applied her medicine without a word, while Suling Jade looked at her, and the air was so suffocating.

Su Lingyu's lips twitched, breaking this tranquility first: "Is Yaner angry with Sister Lingyu?"

Qu Panyan buried his head and wiped the medicine, but he was unwilling to raise one, and replied: "No."

Su Lingyu determined that she was angry.

She clearly promised that she would never have an accident, but now she was sitting in front of her with wounds. She said that if she couldn't do what she promised, she would be angry.

Su Lingyu lowered her tone guiltily, bent over slightly close to her, and said sincerely: "Yan'er, I'm sorry, Sister Lingyu was wrong. Sister Lingyu assured you that there won't be another time, okay?"

She couldn't see her sullen look, and she couldn't forget the tear in her palm.

She hoped that her Yan'er would be happy with her every day, instead of worrying about her because she wept. This was not the life she wanted to give her.

Qu Panyan rubbed the medicine for a moment, and then slowly continued, covering the wound with meticulous herbs carefully, and the movement was very gentle, for fear that she would hurt her.

But she did not answer her words.

Su Lingyu took hold of her rubbing hand, forced her to stop, and held her face to make her look at herself, but saw that the beautiful and bright eyes were full of water and eyes. Red.

She was holding back and not crying.

When the sweetheart discovered her tears, Qu Panyan's mood suddenly became a mess. The feeling of grievance was amplified at this moment, making her unable to bear it anymore.

Tears fell out of her eyes uncontrollably. She looked at Su Lingyu. Although she was trying desperately to restrain herself, she couldn't help but cry with a bit: "I blame me..."

"If I were stronger...it wouldn't be like this..."

She has never blamed Su Lingyu, she has been blaming herself.

Whenever she is in danger of life, Su Lingyu can always protect her unharmed. But when Su Lingyu was in danger of life... she could not protect her unharmed.

Seeing her hurt, she felt uncomfortable and self-blamed.

If she were stronger, if she was a close-going monk, Su Lingyu would not suffer these sins...

Su Lingyu's heart was so soft that she wanted to raise her hand to wipe her tears, and remembered the wounds on her hand, afraid that she would be more sad when she saw it, she lowered her head and gently kissed the tears in the corner of her eyes, tender and moving Appeased her.

"How can I blame Yan'er." Su Lingyu's eyes are spoiled with love, "Yan'er also saved Lingyu's sister."

Qu Panyan's lip angle couldn't help but lean down, tears in his eyes, the crying cavity in his voice was thicker: "Sister Lingyu was injured..."

Su Lingyu smiled, kissed and kissed at the corner of her eyes, and hugged her into her arms: "Because it is a duel, it is inevitable that there will be accidents and injuries. I can stand so high, naturally I have suffered a lot of injuries, other The Sect Master also teaches that Yan'er doesn't have to worry about it."

Their glory, status, and reputation can never be smooth sailing. Injuries have long been nothing to them as high-ranking people, as long as they are alive, they are winners.

Qu Panyan grabbed her clothes nervously and cried even harder: "I don't want it! I don't want Sister Lingyu to get hurt!"

Even if they knew that these people who stood at the peak had no fear of injury, and some still had the mentality to eat, she did not want to have another wound on Su Lingyu.

No one can do something that doesn't care about the one you love.

Su Lingyu immediately patted her back and comforted: "Good, no injury, no injury, Lingyu sister will not be injured in the future. Yan'er is good, don't cry."

Qu Panyan was crying and the pear blossoms were raining. She was very sad, but she did not forget to give Suling Jade the medicine.

It looked pitiful and cute, but it made Su Lingyu laugh, and sighed helplessly.

Her Yan'er is really too much like a treasure, she can't bear to let the world see her.

Su Lingyu said with love: "Yan'er, raise your head."

Qu Panyan raised her head obediently to look at her, and then was sealed the breath between her lips and teeth.

She could clearly perceive that Su Lingyu yearned for her more than ever. She even began to doubt that under this situation they could successfully complete the great harmony of life.

However, Su Lingyu's injury and reason made her brake in time, and she voluntarily avoided Su Lingyu's intimacy. She pretended not to know that she blushed, and she said seriously: "Take medicine!"

Su Lingyu smiled slightly and extended her hand in coordination: "Well, it's medicine."

Qu Panyan lowered her head and scolded Yuan Qijun in her heart while taking medicine.

Gan, this stinky batch that destroys the harmonious life of others' families! ! !

At this moment, the closed door was knocked, and there was a sound outside: "Ling Er, come and help."

Qu Panyan and Su Lingyu glanced at each other, Qu Panyan remembered the soothing problem of Kang Congshuang, who was sick by the age of children, suddenly came to the spirit, immediately organized himself, cleared his throat, and opened his face freely. The door greeted her.

After Linger walked in, he looked up and saw Qu Panyan's red eyes: "Are you crying?"

She looked at Suling Jade again and said with integrity, "You can't bully people!"