"Yin and Yang Polar Rings." A ball of cold alien water in Qing Ling's left hand and a wisp of scorching alien fire in his right hand gradually blended into a head-sized ring under the incredible gaze of the three Yuanying Cultivators, exuding an extremely terrifying aura from it, which made people's hearts palpitate.

Can't resist hard, the three of them looked at each other, and the soldiers fled in three ways, extremely fast, as if they were afraid that the terrifying ring would catch up with them.

Qing Ling took off the dead man's storage bag and smiled lightly at the man in the formation: "Okay, they all fled, you can come out." ”

The fairy is not only good-looking, but her voice is also as beautiful as a lark, Xue Yang turned red, I don't know if it was because of the injury or because of shyness.

Qing Ling looked at him, and only felt that there were really handsome guys in the cultivation realm, and he was the best to save him casually.

Xue Yang is about 1.8 meters tall, although he can't match the height and strength of the devil, but because of his thin body, fair skin, and injuries, he doesn't have the feeling of a sick and beautiful man.

That kind of beauty made Qing Ling's heart constantly shout to press up, press up!

In front of the devil, she is a bird who needs to snuggle up to others, but in front of Xue Yang, she feels that she is a strong woman who waves her hands and messes with the world.

"My name is Xue Yang, and I am the eldest disciple of the Array Sect, thank you for saving me." There was a trace of unnatural flushing on Xue Yang's snow-white face, and the corners of his mouth had just flowed, which was even more vivid.

Qing Ling's heart throbbed when he saw his grateful and admiring eyes, and his hand had naturally helped him sit down, and said softly: "My name is Qing Ling, I am a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, you are injured, sit down." ”

Hearing her say that she was a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, Xue Yang's trust in his heart was even heavier, and his gaze at her seemed to reflect her appearance in the bottom of his heart: "Can I call you Aqing?" ”

Qing Ling took out an elixir from the space and personally brought it to his mouth, his thumb touched his lips, and the bodies of both of them shook slightly.

Xue Yang looked at her eyes even more happily, Qingling's beautiful face was slightly red, and he said softly: "Take the medicine, you can call it anything." ”

Xue Yang opened his lips slightly, I don't know if it was because he was happy or because he was injured, or maybe it was because Qing Ling's behavior encouraged him, and when he swallowed the pill, he actually took Qing Ling's fingers in his mouth.

Qing Ling's body trembled slightly by his action, his eyes turned away unnaturally, and he coughed lightly, when nothing had happened.

Xue Yang smiled happily.

Seeing this, Qing Ling also smiled lightly, and an ambiguous aura emanated around the two of them.

The little fox noticed it, because he couldn't speak, and squeaked, as if to assert his sovereignty.

After Xue Yang recovered from his injuries, the two left the forest and came to a city, where the local Meteor Trading House had an auction and decided to take a look.

"Qingling? Why are you here? At the door of the trading house, a man in red with peach blossom eyes walked out, this man was holding a folding fan in his right hand, and his peach blossom eyes were raised, which made the surrounding female cultivators blush.

At this time, the peach-eyed man ignored the overtures of the female cultivators around him, and walked towards a white-clothed female cultivator who looked like a fairy, and the man in green clothes beside the female cultivator was also peerless, it was Qingling and Xue Yang.

Qing Ling heard the familiar voice, turned around in surprise, and said in surprise when he saw the visitor: "Brother Fanxing, why are you here?" ”

The peach-eyed man touched Qingling's head and said dotingly: "There have been some changes in business here recently, just come and take a look, are you doing well?" ”

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Xue Yang, his eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of hostility: "Who is this?" ”

Xue Yang was also wary of the peach-eyed man named Fanxing, and demonstratively hugged Qing Ling's shoulder.

A hint of murderous intent flashed in the starry eyes.

Qing Ling didn't seem to notice the strange atmosphere between the two men, and held Xue Yang's hand and said, "Brother Fanxing, he is Xue Yang, my love." After saying that, his cheeks were red.

Fanxing only felt that he was about to go crazy with jealousy at the moment, but he was reluctant to be in a dilemma, so he suppressed himself and didn't do anything.

"Really? Wife? He muttered, and at the same time asked in his heart, what about me? What am I? Brother? No, I don't want to be your brother!

At night, Fanxing arranged two rooms for Qing Ling and Xue Yang on the grounds that the two were not married, and deliberately arranged them farther away, while he sneaked into Qing Ling's room.

Fanxing sat on the edge of the bed, obsessively looking at Qingling's beautiful and moving sleeping face, and his heart was full of admiration.

His left hand gently stroked her white cheeks, and he murmured, "I love you too, when will you stop treating me as a brother!" ”

Qing Ling didn't actually fall asleep, and when he knew that the person who came was a star, he didn't move, but he didn't expect to hear such words.

But does Brother Fanxing also love her?

If he loved her so much, how could she be willing to let him down?

Qingling's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his smart eyes, and then met the starry peach blossom eyes.

"Qingling, I, I didn't enter your room on purpose." Fanxing's peach blossom eyes panicked, and explained awkwardly, "I'll just come in and see if you kicked the quilt, don't catch a cold." ”

A three-year-old child wouldn't believe that a monk in his infancy would catch a cold by kicking the quilt?

Fanxing also knew that he had said something stupid, and slowly quieted down, his eyes ashamed.

Just when he wanted to escape from this room, not wanting Qing Ling to continue to see his embarrassed side, the woman he put in his heart gently held his hand and said something that made his heart beat out of his throat: "Does Brother Fanxing like me?" ”

The moonlight shone in through the window, clouding the faces of the two, Fanxing didn't want to deceive himself anymore at the moment, looked at Qingling's eyes, and said firmly: "Yes, I like you, I've liked you for a long time, looking at other men standing next to you, I'm about to go crazy with jealousy." ”

Hearing this, Qing Ling smiled lightly and looked up at him: "Then why don't you tell me?" ”

"I ......" Fanxing stammered, holding her hand instead, afraid that she would disappear suddenly, "I'm afraid that if you refuse, I won't even have to do it for my brother." ”

"So what!" Qing Ling raised his head, suddenly kissed the corner of his lips, and chuckled: "Is Brother Fanxing still scared like this?" ”

Fanxing looked at her in a daze, only feeling that he was dreaming today, and suddenly hugged the woman in front of him hard, even if he was dreaming, he would not let go of her again.

Kissed the woman in his arms fiercely, and clasped her tightly with both hands, as if to rub her into his body.

The sound of water filled the empty room, and as the two of them moved more and more intensely, Qing Ling's already small clothes slowly slipped off, revealing snow-white fragrant shoulders and towering breasts.

Fanxing couldn't take care of everything at this time, and the dense kiss slowly moved from her lips to her ears, gently holding Qingling's earlobe, and feeling her body tremble with her kiss with satisfaction.