Li Hong's hand froze in mid-air.

After that, without warning, a flash of fire shot out from his palm, knocking down Yu Feiqiong on the beam.

Ding Ruoyu looked at him, his hair was scorched, his expression was embarrassed, and he almost didn't even stand firm.

"You've been chasing her all the way?" Lihong asked.

Yu Feiqiong had a cold face and was silent.

"I persuade you to die of this heart, you are not worthy of her at all." Li Hong said softly, his expression soft, and his words were slow and clear.

"Do you deserve it?" Yu Feiqiong got up with a sneer and walked towards him.

Li Hong put his index finger to his lips and said with a smile: "It's much better than you." ”

"You don't feel ashamed of all the dirty things you did?" Yu Feiqiong trembled.

These two people actually fought like children, and their demeanor was not stable at all.

Ding Ruoyu covered her heart and leaned on the edge of the bed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Li Hong hurriedly pulled her to lean on his shoulder, and said to Yu Feiqiong: "If you really have a little ability, you will send her back unharmed." ”

Yu Feiqiong looked at Ding Ruoyu's weak appearance and clenched her palms: "I will do the same without you being verbose!" ”

"Good boy." Li Hong smiled gently, but his eyes were full of calculation, "Go outside and get a red cloak for her." ”

Yu Feiqiong glanced at him vigilantly and turned to go out.

Ding Ruoyu was laid flat on the couch, looked at Lihong and ripped off her coat, and exclaimed, "What are you doing?" ”

"Rest assured, I'm not interested in any woman. This is the Celestial Clan's spell that will help you recover faster. Li Hong said helplessly, and his fingers were sealed.

Then he put a little gold in his palm, stuck to her injured spot for a moment, and then straightened her coat.

Ding Ruoyu looked at him in a daze, his face was calm, and his eyes were complicated.

"You've helped me so many times, why?" She suddenly grabbed his hand and didn't let go.

Li Hong said softly: "Because you are still useful." ”

Ding Ruoyu shook off his hand angrily, but saw that his peach eyes were flowing, the water was rippling, and there was a faint ridicule hidden in his black-pool-like pupils.

"What's so funny?" She sat up suddenly, shrinking in pain.

The man in white in front of him immediately showed more pity in his eyes. Although this pity is not known to be true or false, Ding Ruoyu no longer wants to worry about him.

"Are you really from Jiang Guo?" She said in a trance, and before she knew it, she leaned on his shoulder again.

The real Yanguo people look very different from the people of Middle-earth, with red hair and blue eyes, all kinds of things, and they look like ghosts. Looking at it carefully, Lihong is not exactly like a Middle-earther, but like a mixture of the two: he has deep and handsome facial features, and has a gentle and vulgar temperament, not too hard, not too feminine, but just right.

"The Li family has no queen, so he took me from the witch sect to be his adopted son." He didn't shy away, only sighed.

At the door, Yu Feiqiong picked up a red cloak and strode over.

Lihong put on a cloak for her, fastened the belt, and asked Yu Feiqiong to carry her back.

It didn't take long for him to head towards the Demon Suppression Tower after the training camp.

Leaving Hong's portable palace lamp, he walked down the stairs, and his steps were not slow.

There is another world at the bottom of the tower.

The long and dark corridors, the cold dripping sounds, and the slow-paced footsteps.

At the end of the corridor is a damp but gorgeous underground palace.

At the door of the temple was a gray-clad and masked man.

If you look closely, he is also dusty.

"How about Nangong? He took the Blood Lotus, did he feel better? Li Hong asked him lightly.

Nangong Yi, a young man in gray, took the lantern in his hand, shone it into the hall, shook his head and said, "Master, he ...... He still can't be quiet......"

"You go and rest, and change into clean clothes." Li Hong's voice was still indifferent, and he stepped into the palace as he spoke, walking towards the depths of unknown darkness.

"Master, be careful!" Nangong couldn't help but remind.

Li Hong no longer responded to him, but chuckled softly in the darkness: "It's been a long time, Prince Lushi." ”

"Goo, goo......" In the darkness, a string of unknown strange laughter sounded, mixed with a rustling sound, as if there were countless insects wriggling and gnawing on the ground.

A faint sigh lasted for a long time, and when the laughter stopped, the man in white slowly spoke: "The blood lotus has been fed to you, what else is not satisfied?" ”

Suddenly, a roar sounded in the darkness, and a hoarse voice from an unknown place said frantically: "Monster! If the Buddha-figure is liberated, the first one will kill you! ”

"What a favor will be revenge." Li Hong sneered, "If I hadn't secretly helped, you would have fallen into the hands of those old things under my father." What fate you can't think of? ”

Without waiting for the hoarse man to speak, he continued: "Putting aside the grievances between the Heavenly Fortune Pavilion and us, you privately picked the Heavenly Palace Holy Grass to save Ye Binglan, this crime alone is enough for them to make you ruined!" ”

"Hahahaha......" The man laughed bitterly, and a series of fierce chain crashes sounded due to the violent shaking of his body. After a long time, he spoke gloomily, and his voice was like crying blood, "You know a fart!" How can you, a man or a woman, a killing creature reborn from the most evil law, not even the most basic feelings, understand what love is? ”

In the darkness, the man dressed like snow, his straight back instantly stiffened like iron.

He suddenly chuckled and walked towards the temple gate, his voice was extremely soft and calm: "If I really don't miss the old feelings, will you still stay in this secret place and live until today?" ”

"You're just for yourself!" The man in the darkness hissed loudly, but the young man in white had already disappeared outside the hall.

Li Hong walked out of the underground corridor with an expressionless face, and a bit of cold light flashed in his dark eyes.

That's right, just for yourself.

If he exudes even the slightest worldly emotion...... Prince Lushi, who knows him well, will still rest assured that he will take care of that girl secretly?

She was the one he would rather destroy the entire demon race than try to preserve it. The battle with the Celestial Clan that day was a tragic battle with rivers of blood at the intersection of the Three Realms......

He smiled self-deprecatingly.

Whether it is a mortal or a demon, or a celestial immortal, it seems that they can't escape from these many loves, hatreds, and hatreds.

At the end of the unitary time, Ding Ruoyu was sent directly back to the earthen house, and he was frightened and fell asleep one day. Yu Feiqiong stayed in the house to take care of her until the instructor who was on patrol came and forcibly drove him back.

At the door of the room, Youlan was half-leaning on the door frame and stretched out her legs to stop him from asking about the situation.

"Speak quietly, let her have a good rest." Yu Feiqiong glanced at her, and then looked back at Ding Ruoyu uneasily.

"This kid, a rare love species!" Youlan took a bite of the cold and hard vegetable bun that she grabbed out of nowhere, sat next to Ding Ruoyu with a big grin, wiped the cold sweat on her forehead, and said to the other two girls who came over, "Is it a perfect body sent from the Witch Emperor's Palace?" That kid was already green on his head, and he was willing to stay and take care of Qiao'er, which was really ......"

The girls were listening with relish, and the instructor suddenly came over and scolded with a straight face: "You guys are fine, don't chew the root of your tongue!" ”

A few days later, Sha Tao, the dead soldier of the Obsidian Palace, died in the failed mission, and a young killer was once again promoted in the Underground Net Palace to take his place and carry out the unfinished mission.

Ding Ruoyu was already able to participate in daily training, and practiced with Chen Lan, and put a small green fruit into her bun.

Chen Lan glanced at the left side of the hall from time to time, absent-minded. Ding Ruoyu stepped forward, took off the small green fruit embedded in the bun for her, and looked at her gaze: "Are you looking at the newcomer?" ”

The newcomer is a young man, named Xue Tong, fifteen or sixteen years old, with starry eyes and sword eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, and a very bright and innocent smile.

"Empathy again?" She couldn't help but stab Chen Lan.

Chen Lan laughed and twisted her arm: "Don't you think Brother Xue is even better looking than your Feiqiong?" ”

"Brother Xue?" The corners of Ding Ruoyu's mouth twitched.

"You go to practice with your Feiqiong, I'm going to find Brother Xue!" Chen Lan forgot her friend and pushed her to Yu Feiqiong, who was walking to check on her situation.

Ding Ruoyu drew a wooden sword on the shelf, and stabbed Yu Feiqiong's throat with a brush.

The latter stretched out two fingers to grasp the blade of the sword, and with a pull, he pulled her close in front of him.

"You've been looking at that new kid, he's good-looking?" Yu Feiqiong didn't know where the nameless anger came from, and she spoke in a weird way.

Ding Ruoyu patted the dust on his collar, raised his eyes to look at him, and smiled slightly: "It's very good-looking, but I don't like it." ”

She let go of the wooden sword, drew another one, pulled a bell-and-whistle sword flower, pointed at him and said, "Look at the sword!" ”

The sound is like a cool spring, which makes people feel refreshed. The haze on Yu Feiqiong's face finally dissipated, and she also raised her sword and practiced with her.

The wooden swords clashed, making a crisp sound, shaking the palms of the two people, but no one was willing to stop first.

Yu Feiqiong thought of Tian Bei in the same room. That guy once stole the teacher's private wine, drank too much, patted him on the thigh, and said to him seriously: "You are too suspicious!" Your family looks like that, no one wants to worry about it, it's good to put 10,000 hearts......"

The next morning, Tian Bei woke up with a swollen nose and a swollen face, and asked people everywhere who was beaten up at night, and he didn't ask an answer until today.

He stared at Ding Ruoyu, indeed, it wasn't good-looking, but it wasn't scary. It's just that it's far less elegant and dusty than the elegant and dusty appearance she remembered when she was at the border...... But could anyone really change so much in just a few months?

She shouldn't be such a mediocre girl......

Yu Feiqiong walked away for a while, and her swordsmanship fell behind. Ding Ruoyu's sword tip was against his heart, and he said softly, "You are dead again." ”

The wooden sword fell in response, Yu Feiqiong rubbed her eyes, and then looked at her: "Rest for a while, your hands are numb." ”

Ding Ruoyu sat with him in surprise, this was the first time he had seen him cry tired.

It's his coincidence, yes. Such gentle and kind eyes, such a demeanor that arbitrarily accommodates others...... He sighed, she is so good, what qualifications does he have to judge people by their appearance?

"Then Xue Tong is from your first group?" Ding Ruoyu suddenly asked him.

Yu Feiqiong shook her head.

"It's not our second group. Looking at him, he looks like a member of the fourth group...... How did he get in? Ding Ruoyu propped her cheeks and whispered.

"I've never met him." Yu Feiqiong was also puzzled.