Qinghui glanced at the other party lightly and snorted lightly.

Obviously, I don't care too much about what is not clear.

I just want to kill people neatly.

Thinking of this, Qinghui lifted the corners of his lips slightly.

The smile was a little dark and oppressive, revealing an air of madness.

The immortal body was dusted out of the dust, and it was dyed with a layer of ruffian and danger.

"Now," the voice was still light and soft, "if you win against me, I'll listen to you, how about it?" ”

Whoever has the big fist, listen to whom.

What a chatter.

After saying this.

Qinghui planned to flatter the villain's idea that he must not talk too much, and did it directly.

Qianjia tried to stop twice, and then roughly sensed that Zhou Zilin and Zhou Zilin's mother were not within the scope of the affected plane even if they were killed.

It's just that the follow-up processing is a little more troublesome.

Qianjia thought about it like this, hugged Qinghui in his arms and thought she was too noisy, stuffed her into her arms and let her nibble on the pastry pieces, and after thinking about it, she still didn't say anything.

Zhou Zilin's mother's face had changed, the beads of sweat on her forehead became denser, and she spoke eagerly, "As a warlock, aren't you afraid that the killing master will attract heaven's curse?" ”

Qinghui: Damned, isn't it?

It's just that she's idle and boring, if you have a little ability, you can fight with her!

But Sheng Moyuan, who was over there, came back to his senses, raised his feet, walked to Qinghui's side in three or two steps, and reached out to grab Qinghui's hand.

Although he didn't know much about these things, he still knew that Qinghui still had a lot of taboos as a warlock.

Especially this time, it was Qinghui who started for him, and he didn't want Qinghui to be infected with anything bad.

His wife, his white-clothed immortal, should be spotless.

The people around couldn't persuade or hold back, but for Sheng Moyuan to reach out and grab her, Qinghui paused and turned his head to look at Sheng Moyuan.

"What's wrong?"

It's hard to say you want to do it yourself.

Qinghui has a pair of big eyes and cute: But you are a weak chicken, and you have to be protected by Lord Lingjian, so you are still Lord Lingjian, come on!

And Sheng Moyuan's beautiful eyes stared at Qinghui tightly, and suddenly his face came up.

He imprinted his lips on Qinghui's lips, one hand still holding the bun lamp that Qinghui gave him, and the other hand wrapped around Qinghui's neck.

The breath is cold and scorching.

Qinghui was slightly stunned.

But he was much closer.

Breathe together.

Seeing this, Zhou Zilin's mother reached out and picked up Zhou Zilin, didn't say anything, turned around and ran.

Qinghui is so crazy that he can't resist it at all.

And provoked her, she never thought of leaving you a way back.

What is hidden under the fairy-like dusty temperament is completely a kind of bandit leader atmosphere, flamboyant and domineering.

It's hard to do.

Gotta take the opportunity and run quickly.

Qinghui was hugged by Sheng Moyuan, so intimate.

I still haven't forgotten the person who provoked me.

casually pinched a piece of hard candy from his arms and threw it in the direction of Zhou Zilin.

The sound of breaking the air was heard.

Although Zhou Zilin's mother dodged for a while, it was still not very timely.

only heard a scream, Zhou Zilin was hit in the knee, and while the candy was broken, his legs also hung down softly.

So I don't know how to provoke Qinghui, over and over again, it is indeed a price.

Sheng Moyuan didn't give the slightest attention to others, and bit the corner of Qinghui's lips slightly.