[System: I can't see his face anymore, but I can still feel him shaking.] Host, are your words scary? 】

[Hehe, his heart is empty. An Yang tugged at the corners of his mouth, his eyes narrowed gently, [My master is so good to me, I can't let him down. 】

[System: Host, am I hallucinating?!] I think I heard a horrible laugh somewhere? 】

[Anyang: You think too much. 】

Anyang has done it, and the next few she is like her head has opened up, and her cultivation speed has increased, and she has worked harder than before.

Yan Qingzhu always arrived at the Cloud Palace, and when she saw her like this, she didn't know what to do for a while.

"Although I understand your approach, no matter how much she cultivates, she will not be able to have the ability to fight against Ji Yanshu," and one day, Yan Qingzhu really couldn't hold back, and mentioned Anyang in front of Ye Zhanyun again.

"It's good to be able to protect yourself," Ye Zhanyun said lightly, his fingers on the body of the sword, "It is impossible for cultivation to be smooth sailing, since she has become my calamity, there is no way to do both." ”

"I just don't understand why your robbery is her," Yan Qingzhu shook his head helplessly.

Since three years ago, Ye Zhanyun handed him a portrait, hoping that he would pay more attention when he went down the mountain.

At that time, he thought that the delicate children in the portrait were just insignificant people. Unexpectedly, when things developed later, he realized that he had thought simply.

"Old things," Ye Zhanyun swallowed dry foam and suppressed the voice in his heart.

He also had the belief that when he was young and frivolous, he believed in eliminating evil as the right path.

But he wouldn't have thought that after so many years, the woman who only had one side of the relationship had become his demon.

What he thought he had forgotten a long time ago was once again clearly entrenched in his mind, and he reacted in a trance, as if he had done something wrong back then......

The wind in the lotus pond swept through the ripples because of his silent sigh.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a terrible cry came, breaking the silence here.

Yan Qingzhu was so frightened that he trembled in his heart, and reflexively jumped up.

"I'll take a look!" He rushed sharply in the direction from which the screams had come from.

Opening the door of the practice room, he was surprised to see An Yang fall inside.

The taut fingers bent awkwardly one by one, and the struggling body continued to twist and struggle because of the pain, as if trying to endure something.

Yan Qingzhu frowned, quickly stepped forward, and pointed several big points on her body

However, the pain did not decrease because of this, An Yang's screams became more and more miserable, and large cold sweat dripped from the corners of her forehead.

"It hurts, it hurts me......"

Raising her head with difficulty, her vision became blurred due to the pain in her heart, and she couldn't see who it was at all, so she could only rely on instinct to ask for help, "Master, Master save me......"

"Xinyue," Ye Zhanyun hurried over, and when he saw her appearance, his heart fell to the bottom.

"She, what's going on with her," Yan Qingzhu's tense sword fingers couldn't help but tremble, he clearly adopted the fastest and most useful method of dealing with it, but why was An Yang's reaction so strange.

"You go out," Ye Zhanyun coldly dropped a sentence and quickly hugged An Yang into his arms

The fingers slid down his waist, and when he touched the dantian, Ye Zhanyun's brain exploded, and his face was instantly miserable.