Hua Yan's eyes were cold, the force in Long Ziyue's hand increased suddenly, Zi Yanling was pinched, her breathing gradually became difficult, and her pretty face turned red.

"Let it go...... Let go of my ......" A strong feeling of suffocation hit, Zi Yanling was terrified, and her hands slapped Long Ziyue's hand that was clamping her neck.

Sensing Zi Yan Lingruo's stiffness, Long Ziyue snorted coldly, and withdrew her hand lightly, Zi Yan Ling Ruo covered her neck and gasped violently.

"In the future, if you dare to provoke me again, there will be no forgiveness for killing" Throwing down the cold words, Long Ziyue turned around and walked towards Qingbei, who was already frozen, without looking at Zi Yanling again.

Seeing Long Ziyue coming, Qingbei blinked vigorously, blinked again, and looked at Long Ziyue in disbelief. It's Miss, it's really Miss, Miss is not dead, Miss is not dead.

"Miss" Qingbei cried with joy, staggered forward, hugged Long Ziyue, and touched Long Ziyue's pure white dress black with her dirty palm.

Long Ziyue smiled lightly, glanced at Zi Yanlingruo, who was still frozen in place, withdrew her gaze disdainfully, turned around and walked towards the house.

"Yo, this plum courtyard is lively enough today" As Long Ziyue turned around, a voice that seemed to be smiling came from outside the door, making Long Ziyue suddenly stop his steps.

Turning around, looking directly at the two people outside the door, Long Ziyue narrowed her eyes slightly.

Outside the door, two beautiful figures came slowly, the girl led by a lilac Luo skirt, noble and gorgeous, the fiery red long whip wrapped around the slender waist that was not enough to hold Yingying, and a slightly cold smile on her delicate cheeks.

The woman behind her was dressed in a pure white dress, elegant and dusty, her appearance was five points similar to the girl in the purple skirt, but it was even better, a pair of watery beautiful eyes looked at the messy courtyard faintly, and her delicate cheeks had no expression, so that people could not see the emotion.

Long Ziyue's gaze swept over the purple-clothed girl, and landed on the white-clothed woman who had never spoken, her eyes darkening.

Zi Yan Rongruo, a hot cultivation genius in the Wind Spirit Dynasty, has amazing talent, and at the age of sixteen, he has already cultivated to a high-level Spirit Monarch, compared to her, a "waste", it is really a heaven and an earth.

Sensing Long Ziyue's gaze, Zi Yanrong turned her gaze slightly, and the two pairs of watery eyes met in the air. The line of sight collided with Long Ziyue, Zi Yanrong retracted her gaze lightly, her gaze calm.

Long Ziyue's eyebrows were lightly raised, worthy of being a person who became a Lingjun at the age of sixteen, if this Zi Yanrong is not simple, there will be more cities than Zi Yanling. While Long Ziyue was pondering, the two people outside the courtyard gate had already stepped forward.

Walking to the middle of the courtyard, Zi Yanxinruo, who was wearing a lilac Luo skirt, stopped, looked at Zi Yanling who was standing in the middle of the courtyard with a pale face, a mocking smile on the corner of her lips, but asked with pretended concern: "Isn't this Ling Ruo's sister, why are you standing here alone?" Soak up the sun? Yo, why is this face so pale, is it uncomfortable? Do you want me to call the doctor for the fourth sister? ”

Hearing Zi Yan Xinruo's words, Zi Yan Lingruo's face became even more ugly, she glared at Zi Yan Xinruo angrily, and said stiffly: "It has nothing to do with you."

Hearing this, Zi Yanxin smiled coldly, "I'm caring about my sister, why does the fourth sister know what to do?"

"Hmph, don't worry about the second sister" replied in a bad mood, Zi Yanling snorted coldly, turned around and left the Mei Courtyard.

Seeing Zi Yanling's embarrassed figure, Zi Yanxinruo's smile was even bigger, and she walked forward and stopped in front of Long Ziyue, with an unknown look in her eyes.