Li Qing was really frightened by Ling Motang's eyes, shrank behind Mu Jinlan, and retorted with half of his face: "You yourself are not good at learning and controlling flying swords, you blame me, Ling Motang, don't spew blood." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Ling Motang's heartbeat calmed down, his fierce gaze gradually receded, and the corners of his lips curled up in a mocking arc, laughing at Li Qing's daring to do it, and also laughing at his cowardice and incompetence.

The main reason for all this is actually that she is afraid of heights, and if she can overcome her fear of heights, how can she be teased.

"What are you laughing at, are you crazy?" Li Qing felt that although Ling Motang was an outer disciple, she was a generation higher than Ling Motang, but the fierce momentum that Ling Motang burst out just now really made her scalp tingle, and she didn't dare to look at Ling Motang.

"It's okay, my uncle, it's just a joke with you." Ling Motang restrained his emotions and replied lightly.

"You ......" Li Qing was speechless by Ling Motang's words, his index finger pointed at Ling Motang, but he didn't know what to say to refute Ling Motang, and finally put down his hand decadently.

Mu Jinlan said beautiful words: "The senior nephew must have been frightened just now to say this nonsense." Actually, Mu Jinlan was thinking: It's a pity, Ling Motang fell from such a high place, why didn't he fall to his death?

"Senior sister still understands me." Ling Motang didn't think so, although he knew that Li Qing was bad, but there was no direct evidence, and Ling Motang couldn't entangle it anymore, so he could only skip it.

Mu Jinlan affectionately took Ling Motang's hand and proposed, "Why don't I take my nephew to fly around first and feel it?" ”

"Mu Jinlan, what kind of calculation are you making?" Qin Xue stood in front of Ling Motang: "Want to push Ling Motang down where we can't even see it?" ”

"Senior Sister Qin, how can you think of Jinlan like this?" When Mo Jingru saw Qin Xue slandering Mu Jinlan like this, he suddenly couldn't help but stand in front of Mu Jinlan and glared angrily at Qin Xue.

Ling Motang was frightened a lot today, her legs no longer had any strength, so she could only stand reluctantly, but she did seriously consider Mu Jinlan's proposal, she ignored Mo Jingru's words, and smiled at Mu Jinlan: "Okay, then I'll bother Uncle Mu." "Since you have been frightened today, it is better to be scared to the end, fight poison with poison, and not be ruthless to yourself, how to break through the original self.

Mu Jinlan pursed her lips and smiled, and Liu Ye's eyes showed joy: "It's not troublesome." Afraid that Ling Motang would not take the bait, she took out the spirit sword, stepped on the sword body first, and said gently to Ling Motang: "Senior nephew, don't be afraid." ”

Qin Xue grabbed Ling Motang's sleeve and said in a low voice, "You're not afraid that she will throw you down?" ”

Ling Motang glanced at Mu Jinlan, who had gentle eyebrows and eyes, and smiled at Qin Xue: "I'm afraid, but don't you have it?" ”

Qin Xue was caught by Ling Motang's trusting eyes, she didn't expect Ling Motang to trust her so much, she swore in her heart: "Don't worry, I will follow you behind." ”

"Okay." Ling Motang lowered his eyebrows and smiled lightly, stepping on Mu Jinlan's spirit sword.

"Senior Sister Qin, do you trust me?" Mu Jinlan was sad, and glanced at Qin Xue, who also summoned the spirit sword, Qin Xue was too lazy to look at Mu Jinlan, and snorted coldly: "I just don't believe you, what's the matter, besides, I can't go for a ride, don't you want to be afraid of what I will do?" ”

Mu Jinlan's expression was flat, and she didn't want to talk to Qin Xue, and when she turned her back, a cold light flashed in Liu Ye's eyes.

Mu Jinlan picked up the spirit sword, Qin Xue followed behind Mu Jinlan unhurriedly, Ling Motang's legs were still weak, and she chose to sit on the sword, in front of her was Mu Jinlan in fluttering clothes, the breeze passed the fragrance of roses on Mu Jinlan's body into the tip of her nose, it smelled good, but the smell was a little less pure, and there was a chance that she could make a pure and long-lasting perfume.

Ling Motang opened her eyes but her eyes were unfocused, she tried her best to think of something else to divert her attention, the spirit sword flew higher and higher, she seemed to be able to smell the cold and moist water vapor in the air, she couldn't see the people under the clouds, she could only see the warm sun penetrating the clouds, the peaks under her feet were numerous, and everything seemed small.

Suddenly, Mu Jinlan sped up the speed of the spirit sword, Qin Xue didn't keep up and was left far behind, Ling Motang's already ups and downs of heart was about to jump to his throat, and bright red faintly appeared in front of him.

Mu Jinlan's voice was charming: "Senior nephew, look at how beautiful the scenery below is." ”

The gentle voice was vicious and cold, Ling Motang was silent, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, but the breath exhaled in her nose was cold, as if she still smelled blood.

She opened her eyes slightly, and saw Mu Jinlan holding a dagger in her right hand, blood dripping from the dagger, and her left shoulder was dripping with blood.

Mu Jinlan actually harmed herself?!

"You ......" Ling Motang was speechless in surprise, but Mu Jinlan smiled, her originally delicate and warm eyes were filled with yin poison at the moment, and her rosy lips pulled a bright smile: "Senior nephew, you said that if you fall from such a high place, you will definitely be crushed." ”

"What do you mean?" Ling Motang didn't dare to look down, he only felt that there was wind whistling in his ears.

Mu Jinlan was condescending, and Sen Sen's white teeth smiled brightly: "I mean, it's time for your play to end." She approached Ling Motang and leaned close to Ling Motang's ear: "Look, the scenery below is unique, and you are buried in this verdant mountain stream, okay?" She pushed Ling Motang's hand to the side, forcing Ling Motang to look down.

Ling Motang only glanced at it, then closed his eyes and didn't dare to look at it again.

"Mu Jinlan, what kind of trick is that?" Qin Xue hurried over, but saw that Mu Jinlan's back shoulder was stained red with blood, and her bloodstained hand was on Ling Motang's face, painting bright red on Ling Motang's originally white face.

Mu Jinlan's eyes were as warm and calm as ever, and she smiled and said, "The show has begun." With her left hand, she pushed Ling Motang down from the sword with one palm, and Ling Motang didn't even have time to scream before she fell down quickly......

Mu Jinlan smiled with satisfaction: her nightmare was finally over.

This place is already far away from the Yanwu Hall, and everyone will not know what is happening here, and when Ling Motang is found, it is likely that Ling Motang has become a bloody corpse.

"Motang." Qin Xue's heart was empty, and she immediately flew her sword down to save Ling Motang, but Mu Jinlan intercepted Qin Xue in mid-air, she raised her eyebrows, and her tone was aggrieved: "Senior Sister Qin, why are you pushing me, it was Mo Tang who stabbed me in the right shoulder......"

"She also rolled off the sword herself, and it has nothing to do with me." Mu Jinlan's eyes kept falling tears, and she was pitiful.

Qin Xue wanted to save Ling Motang but was obstructed by Mu Jinlan, she was furious, and slapped Mu Jinlan's chest with a palm of spiritual power, but Mu Jinlan didn't dodge or dodge, that palm of aura made Mu Jinlan's throat sweet, spit out a mouthful of blood, and her face was full of disbelief: "Senior Sister Qin, why do you want to treat me like this?" ”