What's going on?

Ling Er's heart tightened, and she immediately looked sideways. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info this look, which can make her stunned.

"What are you doing here?" Ling Er's breath was unstable, because he was lying next to her, and the two of them rubbed each other, not to mention how intimate.

Huangfu Qingtian's big hand quickly covered her mouth. Immediately afterward, he leaned close to her ear and reminded in a very low voice, "Don't talk! ”

Ling Er's heartbeat rose "pout", as if she was about to jump out of her throat.

With a hook of his toes, Huangfu Qingtian hooked the brocade quilt and covered the two of them.

In the bed, they held their breath and did not breathe.

Ling Er was not afraid of external enemies, not to mention that the two of them were fighting side by side at the moment, even if she was alone, she would not be afraid of uninvited guests.

To be exact, if she was the only one here, she might have been more relaxed. Because she only needs to put her whole heart on alert, thinking about how to meet the enemy and how to seize the opportunity.

However, at the moment when they were in this confined and narrow space, the excessive closeness of the two came suddenly, making Ling Er unprepared and confused.

With him by her side, she didn't have to worry about her own safety at all, so her mind fell on him at an inopportune time.

He was on alert, like a tiger lying dormant and waiting, exuding a murderous aura all over his body, which made people shudder to see it.

However, she didn't have to be afraid of him, because all his ferocity was to protect her. Protecting her has become an instinct for him, an instinct that makes her feel warm.

"......"

Just when Ling Er's head was about to turn into a pulp and her mind was turning a thousand times, an extremely subtle sound suddenly sounded in the room.

Immediately after, a blue light filled the room. The light was very strong and dazzling, directly through the brocade quilt, shining into the faces of Ling Er and Qingtian in the quilt.

The two of them closed their eyes in unison to avoid the glare stimulus.

Obviously, the light was coming in the direction of the soft couch.

The two people under the bed remained silent, pretending to be asleep until the bright light approached the soft couch......

At the last moment, the two people who were nested joined forces to attack.

"Woo Woo ......"

Four streaks of ice light burst out from the palms of their hands, directly piercing the brocade quilt, just in time to pierce a ball of cyan light that was approaching the soft couch.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spat out, but instead of splashing the soft couch, it turned into fire and dissipated in midair. It's just that it's not a real person who vomits blood, but a phantom. The phantom has no bones and no blood, and all it spits out is phantom fire.

The phantom retreated backwards to the door beam before it became visible. This is not Mengyujing, who else can it be?

"You ...... Do you know this seat is coming? Mengyu didn't dare to act rashly, and the netherworld fire on his body retreated, showing a red phantom, which became more and more dazzling when he looked at it. Four ice swords pierced his body, and they never melted for a long time, making him grin in pain.

Huangfu Qingtian and Ling Er glanced at each other, and in the brief contact of their gazes, they exchanged deep meanings that could only be understood by each other.

Mengyu struggled and unleashed the Nether Fire again, trying to melt the ice sword pierced on his body, but to little avail.

The wind struck the emperor with a biting cold, blowing a cold wind, blowing the phantom of Mengyu from time to time.

"I gave you a lucky escape just now, don't think you always have good luck!" Speaking indignantly, Mengyu actually clasped his palms into fists, and then slowly stretched them out. In a short time, netherworld flames of different shades surfaced above his fists.

Punching out two punches fiercely, the fist wind sent out a raging fire, flying towards Ling Er and Qingtian's faces, respectively.

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