This trick...... This trick is......

Tang Jiu fell to the ground with a bang, she muttered indignantly, her eyes filled with tears, desperate and helpless.

"Last night, I suddenly realized the last layer of the divine skill that I had been unable to comprehend." Jiang Rin hugged Lan Qing tightly in his arms, overlooking Tang Jiu who was lying on the ground and dying.

Tang Jiu suddenly laughed, desolate and sad, "It's all this, it's fate." ”

As her words fell, heavy gray clouds rolled up in the sky, and large drops of rain fell from the sky above the dim day, and fell on her face.

How can this rain be warm?

Tears and cold rain were intertwined and mixed indistinctly, Tang Jiu only felt a wordless cramp in his heart, and finally couldn't help but scream in grief.

"Ahh

A roar of extreme pain, sounding desperate to the abyss, invisible.

For so many sacrifices, for the boy who gave almost everything for her in his thoughts, for a lot of things, all of them were like phantom bubbles, ringing the bell of the end.

Jiang Rin didn't think about it anymore, and despite the pouring rain, he hurriedly returned to the house with Lan Qing in his arms and carefully put her on the bed.

Lan Qing's cheeks have always been fair and clear, like melting winter ice and snow, but now they are distressingly pale, and the blood color of her soft lips has gradually faded, and she is plain and haggard.

Jiang Rin caressed her face and probed her faint breath.

He had already roughly guessed that what she did as she wanted was not martial arts at all.

So who is she? What kind of identity is it? Why do you stay by your side?

Jiang Rin rested his hand on her pulse, and through the thin skin of Hao's wrist, he sensed Lan Qing's breath disorder, and saw a thin sweat oozing from her forehead, and he was busy wiping away the sweat for her.

It had been raining outside for a long time, and after half an hour, the Demon Sect members were all drenched like chickens in soup, and they were still clamoring for who was going to attack the Demon Sect.

"It's okay, I've been driven away." Jiang Rin stood in front of the closed dormitory, his hands behind his back, and he couldn't be beaten.

"Oh too! Our sect leader is so powerful, we are not afraid of those hypocrites! ”

"That's it!"

One of them asked, "What about the Sect Master, this ...... today?"

Everyone was drenched, the corners of the eaves were still dripping with rain, and the air was filled with the smell of freshness after the rain.

"This wedding will be held another day, so you can go back today." After Jiang Rin calmed everyone, he was about to turn around and go back to the room and wait for Lan Qing to wake up.

"Master! Master! This woman ...... Well? What to do? ”

At this time, a sect member with sharp eyes found Tang Jiu, who was already cold and in a coma, but still had a trace of breath.

Jiang Rin had already put his hand on the doorknob, and he didn't look back, and said, "Put it in prison first." ”

"Yes!"

Closing the door, he found that Lan Qing had woken up slowly, opened her eyes slightly, her breath fluctuated, she moved her body slightly, Jiang Rin took two steps and one step, and sat on the edge of the bed.

He leaned over slightly, unconsciously held her hand, and asked, "How?" ”

"Huh? I'm a little tired and sleep, don't worry. ”

Lan Qing's words were extremely soft, as if they would be blown away by the wind in an instant, just like the way she was lying on the bed now, as if she would disappear at any time.

Jiang Rin's heart suddenly ached, and she couldn't help but clench her hand, as if she could keep her in this way.

Lan Qing stared at him silently, and in a trance, she remembered what happened last night.