At that moment, his body was violently pushed out unceremoniously by a strong force, and the wind whistled in his ears.

Xiao Dong exclaimed, and before he could react, he fell heavily to the ground.

The sound of the blade handing over sounded in his ears, and only a familiar muffled snort was heard, and red blood splashed in Xiao Dong's sight, and the blood spread to his eye sockets.

Qingming's pupils shrank suddenly, as if his whole body had fallen into an ice cellar, Xiao Dong only felt a piercing chill, which instantly hit him, drowning himself with extreme speed, and his heart was sullen.

His lips trembled continuously, Xiao Dong opened his mouth, his voice rose, and he exclaimed in surprise with a bit of poignant.

"Xiaoqiu!"

After the words fell, he gritted his teeth, Xiao Dong's body moved suddenly, quickly came to Xiao Qiu's side, and grasped the long sword that pierced into his left shoulder and pierced from his back, and the red blood continued to flow out, staining his clothes and his sight.

"Xiaoqiu, how are you?"

The blood-stained fingertips trembled and came to Xiao Qiu's pale cheeks, Xiao Dong paused, took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and spoke anxiously.

"Does it hurt, Xiaoqiu?"

A chuckle sounded in his ears, accompanied by an undisguised murderous aura, revealing a faint mockery.

Xiao Dong's body couldn't help but shake, and he looked up mechanically.

"Click."

But there was a crisp sound, with the ultimate edge, constantly stimulating Xiao Dong's nerves, and his heart was torn apart.

"Xiaoqiu!"

"Noise."

A deep voice came from his ears, with a little indifference and a little softness, which suppressed the uneasiness in Xiao Dong's heart a little.

"I'm fine."

Xiao Qiu lowered his eyes, shook his head at Xiao Dong very casually, swallowed the blood that was about to overflow, forcibly suppressed the blood surging in his heart, took a deep breath, and stabilized his breath.

The sharp long sword pierced through the bones, sending extreme pain, making his thin body tremble slightly.

In front of him was the Great Elder's solemn face, with a hint of mockery and disdain.

As if remembering something, Xiao Qiu snorted heavily, raised his bloodstained chin slightly at the Great Elder, his eyes were calm, and he looked coldly at the long sword that pierced his flesh and blood, his indifferent expression was full of pride, faintly, but with a deep hatred.

"Xiaoqiu"

"Are you really okay? But"

"But you've got a lot of blood, and you've got this sword."

"It's scary."

With a choked voice, it kept ringing in my ears, with a little doubt, a little scared, and a little panicked.

An unknown emotion surged in his heart, and the tip of his nose was slightly astringent.

However, Xiao Qiu didn't lose his temper in the end, he just let out a "hum" that was not light or heavy, and grabbed Xiao Dong's waist with one hand, avoiding the edge and offensive of the Great Elder, and opened his mouth with a bit of dignified and casual.

"I'm fine."

"However, if you make such a noise, you will kill me."

When the words fell, the person beside him suddenly fell silent, no longer speaking, and even the choked crying that Fang Cai couldn't stop was completely restrained at that moment.

My ears suddenly fell silent.

I breathed a deep sigh of relief, but there was a dull feeling in my heart, and I couldn't explain it.

didn't care so much, Xiaoqiu shook his other hand, and threw the broken blade in his hand casually, with a very casual and undisguised sense of irony.

Then, with one hand, he grabbed Xiao Dong to his side, turning him slightly sideways, blocking his view, and with the other hand, he stretched out and firmly held the long sword that penetrated deep through his left shoulder, with a little stubbornness and stubbornness.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Qiu blinked his eyes, and his gaze with hatred always fell on the face of the Great Elder in front of him, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be hooked, and he couldn't see joy or anger.

With a chuckle coming out of his mouth, Xiao Qiu paused, and his hand jerked.

A dull voice came, accompanied by the sound of flesh and blood tearing, Xiao Dong's body stiffened, as if he understood something, his body struggled a few times, as if he wanted to turn around and take a look, but he was forcibly held down by Xiao Qiu and couldn't move.

"Xiaoqiu"

The crying voice came again, Xiao Dong's body trembled constantly, and his hands grabbed the placket of Xiao Qiu's chest, unable to say a word.

"How are you?"

The red blood continued to flow out along the torn wound, and the long sword that was drawn out in his hand was covered with bloodstains, falling drop by drop, without the slightest attachment, and fell into the night.

The extreme pain spread to the whole body at an extremely fast speed, Xiao Qiu took a deep breath, stabilized his breath, and looked at the Great Elder calmly with a pair of eyes without the slightest emotion, dead silence.

Being stared at like this, the Great Elder actually froze, and all his movements stopped in mid-air, looking at Xiao Qiu's gaze with a little surprise, a little exploration, and a little shock.

With a "hum" that was neither light nor heavy, Xiao Qiu's eyebrows were light, and he threw the long sword in his hand casually, with a very disdainful expression.

"Xiaoqiu"

The person beside him began to whimper again, his hands kept pulling at the placket of his clothes, and the strength of the struggle gradually increased a little, and he pulled his wound.

The pain suddenly increased a few points, and Xiaoqiu couldn't help but take a deep breath, biting her lip tightly without making the slightest sound.

The bloodstained hand stretched out, Xiao Qiu's eyebrows and eyes were a lot gentler, and the little hand gently patted Xiao Dong's head, and his voice was a little lower, with a soothing meaning.

"Xiaodong, be good, don't cry."

"I'm really fine."

"If you keep crying, you will really become ugly, Xiaodong who has become ugly, I don't want it."

After speaking, he sighed deeply, feeling the oncoming murderous aura, Xiao Qiu gritted his teeth, forcibly endured the pain in his body, tightened Xiao Dong a little, and unceremoniously waved a palm at the person in front of him, and his thin body fell from mid-air with the impact of that spiritual power.

The wound was torn a few more points, and when it fell to the ground, although the scattered spiritual power had reduced a little impact, it was still painful Xiaoqiu took a deep breath, and her body trembled slightly.

A dazzling light flashed in front of him, Xiao Qiu frowned violently, and rolled on the ground with Xiao Dong in his arms, narrowly avoiding the cold light, the wound on his shoulder was torn inch by inch, and the blood meandered down, falling drop by drop with Xiao Qiu's movements.

There was a cool feeling on his face, the corners of Xiao Dong's tightly bitten lips trembled violently a few times, struggled a few times, and his bloodstained little hand stretched out with difficulty, trembling and caressing his face.

With a slight touch and a slight downward sip, Xiao Dong's body shook heavily, and his pupils shrank suddenly.