Just as Ye Qinlan was curious about Li Dai's peach stiffness, who was "peach", and why she was "stiff".

Yang Qingjue also wants to know who he has a "half-life relationship" with, and why he calls it a "bad relationship".

The tangible spiritual power has been imprisoned in the body of a stranger for a long time, and at this moment it has finally found the familiar person, scrambling to rush out of the other body.

It was the owner who had been separated from it for fourteen years, the girl whose soul was scattered and her spiritual power was shattered on that night.

If Yang Qingjue hadn't appeared that night, or if he hadn't seen that bright meteor, this half-life fate would no longer exist.

Ye Qinzhu's skin was sucked vigorously and firmly stuck to Yang Qingjue's wrist.

The girl's eyes flashed with incredible surprise, echoing Yang Qingjue's fading eyes.

At this moment, the spiritual power that had been scattered in Yang Qingjue's body in the past suddenly gathered, converging into a cold iron dagger that cut his skin, trying to cut the person who bound it with a thousand knives.

The torn flesh began to bleed, not just from the arms, but from all over the body.

Yang Qingjue wiped the blood dripping from his face with his other hand, and turned his head to stare at Ye Qinzhu.

There is no sadness or resentment on the expression.

Ye Qinzhu stretched out his other hand, trying to pull his hand away from Yang Qingjue's body.

But how could the spiritual power that was closely in tune with her make her wish?

That spiritual power desperately wanted to enter Ye Qinzhu's body, unwilling to flow out the slightest gap.

Seeing that the dazzling red color was even about to climb onto his hand, Ye Qinzhu gritted his teeth and pulled out a long knife from the bracelet.

She raised her left hand and slashed at her right wrist.

Before her hand fell, a stone broke through the air and hit her joints impartially, causing her hand to let go involuntarily.

The steel knife made a crisp thud and slammed to the ground.

Ye Qinzhu threw away the knife, and his hand was raised in the air in a daze.

The person who hit the stone didn't give Ye Qinzhu time to react, and flashed behind her, and a stream of spiritual power poured in from Ye Qinzhu's shoulder, accurately cutting off the endless spiritual power in Ye Qinzhu's palm.

"What's going on?" the two men asked in unison.

Ye Qinlan stood behind Ye Qinzhu, Yang Qingjun supported Yang Qingjue, and both of them looked like they didn't react.

As soon as they found this place following the traces of the fight, they saw Ye Qinzhu holding a steel knife and planning to break his wrist, and it was also thanks to Ye Qinlan's quick reaction, otherwise the three girls of Ye Mansion would probably become one-armed heroes.

"Bamboo, why is all your spiritual power piled up in the palm ......of your hand?

Ye Qinzhu raised his right hand in a daze, tried to move a few times, and then turned his gaze to Yang Qingjue.

The man slowly cleaned his face with his sleeves, and turned to look at Ye Qinzhu at this time.

Because of the spiritual power in his body, those black eyes seemed to be dripping blood at any time, and he leaned on Yang Qingyun, who was in a hurry, and his expression did not fluctuate.

"Let's go. In front of Ye Qinzhu, he only said one word.

"Now?" Yang Qingyun tugged at the corners of his mouth, "No, you give me the medicine first." ”

As he spoke, he began to break Yang Qingjue's wrench, intending to find a few pills to soothe spiritual power from it.

Yang Qingjue smiled and took out a bottle of elixir from Nashi, raised his hand and smashed it on the ground.

The porcelain pieces scattered all over the ground, and the dozens of pitch-black pills gurgled and rolled down, and disappeared in an instant.

"What do you want it to do?" he smiled at Ye Qinzhu, his smile revealing despair, "The spiritual power in my body, it's better not to suppress it." ”

A person has more spiritual power in his body, but a person has less wipe.

A person has returned from a fool to a normal person, and a person can finally cultivate a little.

She was stupid for fourteen years, and he was sick for fourteen years.

He should have thought of it a long time ago, from the first time he saw her, from every time he felt uncomfortable when she showed her might, from the jade pendant she gave him.

He should have thought of it a long time ago.

The so-called half-life fate is just that I accidentally broke your soul and made you stupid, and you left traces in my body, making me worse than dead.

So, bad fate.

The jade collided with the green bricks, making a crisp crashing sound.

"Yang Qingjue!"

At this time, Ye Qinzhu seemed to have finally reacted, took a few steps forward, and barely reached out to be able to hold Yang Qingjue's sleeve again.

She didn't see when Yang Qingjue was pushed away, and she didn't see Yang Qingjue's expression at this time.

She could only feel a gentle slap on her chest, mixed with a large amount of spiritual power entering her body like no money.

Ye Qinzhu's body flew upside down in an instant, and after falling to the ground, she convulsed all over her body because of the spiritual power that kept colliding in her body.

Ye Qinlan rushed forward, and could only see Ye Qinzhu clutching the clothes on his chest, saliva in his mouth, and his head constantly hitting the ground in order to relieve the pain.

Her hand reached helplessly forward, snatching something from the ground that had fallen.

The thing disappeared as soon as it entered the palm of his hand, making it impossible to guess if it was an accident or if Ye Qinzhu had planned to take it away.

"What are you doing!" The girl was not gentle in nature, but now she simply held the long sword directly and pointed it at Yang Qingjue's throat.

"What are you doing?" Yang Qingjue narrowed his eyes, and cut the world with a fiery red, making everything around him lose its due color.

Ye Qinlan seemed to see blood flowing down his seven orifices, but he disappeared in the next second.

"Just give her a little gift and tell her how I've spent the past 14 years. ”

Yang Qingjue looked down at the girl lying on the ground, and the hand hanging by her side slowly clenched.

Ye Qinzhu exhausted his strength, and both the living and dead people in front of him began to blur.

Yang Qingjue, who was in front of Ye Qinlan, turned around and threw Yang Qingjun away, disappearing into this mess as if no one was around.

"If she wakes up, say sorry for me. ”

No matter how the two of them spent these fourteen years, the wrong person will always be me.

In the summer of fourteen years ago, he listened to the words of the Prison Heaven Division, and happily bent his bow and arrows in an attempt to shoot down the demon star of the Disaster Country......

Yang Qingjue.

Ye Qinlan picked up Ye Qinzhu on her back, sighed and glanced at the three people who fell to the ground.

Two had no heads, one heart had been pierced, and both were apparently dead.

didn't talk to Yang Qingyun again, she carried her third sister on her back and left from this blood-stained land.

Yang Qingyun frowned and looked at the two people who were leaving in diametrically opposite directions, and stomped his feet in mourning, but after all, no one cared, but knocked on the door of the master of Moqin Academy.

God sees the common people like ants.

Moqin Yuan is entrusted to the command of the gods, so naturally it will not give much mercy to the people of the Xiuyi Continent.

He reported these three people, and the effect was only to terminate the current class of studies.

The wind kills, the moon is cold and icy, and people are alone.

Yuan Ning sat down in the courtyard and looked at the neatly dressed man in front of him.

"Is that so...... he sighed, cleaning the wound on his body, "I gave you a doll and really saved your life." ”

Murong Xiuyi sipped tea in silence, a wry smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Forget it, Yang Qingjue, who has been rumored to have an incurable disease, is a poisoner. ”

"How did you find out?"

When he was about to deal with the third girl, he rushed out. ”

Yuan Ning's eyelids jumped, and he took a cool breath in surprise.

Then, the man covered his face with one hand, tilted his head up, and couldn't help laughing.

"I can't think of it, I can't think of it, I just said that the prince is not simple, but I didn't expect that the spiritual weapon he refined could be so powerful. ”

The Ye family does not have enough equipment for self-defense.

"Shen Yi'an is dead. Murong Xiuyi smiled bitterly, "But Yang Bai is also dead, if you treat this as one for one, I think it's worth it." ”

"Ningguo will perish. ”