"Let Me Go !!"

Lin Yue'er shouted in panic.

And Ming Bufan has long been filled with madness in his mind, how to listen to half a sentence.

The sturdy arm stretched directly up Lin Yue'er's waist and grabbed the hem of the dress directly.

"You bastard!!"

Lin Yue'er's clothes were all torn off.

"Roar!!"

Ming Bufan roared.

Lin Yue'er was pressed to the ground by the force that was difficult to resist.

Before I could react to what was going on, a sharp pain of tears appeared.

Tears splashed out in an instant, and a cry of pain resounded across this lifeless wasteland.

Half an hour later.

On a small stone pier, Lin Yue'er was wearing a white robe, her face was full of indifference, holding a small wooden comb in her hand, and gently combing the long hair that hung down to her waist.

On the side, Ming Bufan fell to the side, he was now unconscious, his sleeping face had long been gone, showing a bit of special gentleness, and the black and white hair was very dazzling.

Lin Yue'er finally knew that Ming Bufan had indeed not lied to her before, but .....

Slowly take care of his clothes completely, stand up, slim and elegant, is a fairy in the city, white clothes such as thick, green silk clouds and sideburns, eyebrows frowned, the woman's unique weakness is manifested in its weak body, so she is no longer a girl, a bit of mature charm diffuses between the eyebrows, as if spreading endless fragrance.

And this weak body has endured the unimaginable storm.

It's unimaginable.

A man who tore apart the beast king alive passed out from exhaustion on a woman.

"Hiss~"

Lin Yue'er walked towards Ming Bufan slightly, gasping for cold air in her mouth.

The few healing pills he took didn't have much effect, because they weren't real pain after all.

A small green hand stretched out from the robe, and there was already an extra cyan short sword.

It was dropped when Ming Bufan went crazy.

Lin Yue'er slowly squatted down, right next to Ming Bufan, and the short sword in her hand gently leaned against Ming Bufan's back, which was right in front of her heart.

She had been watching Ming Bufan's changes before, and she guessed that this heart was Ming Bufan's weakness.

In fact, she thought too much, if she used this short sword forged by the hand of the Sword Saint now, she only needed to slash at Ming Bufan's neck slightly, and he could be killed now.

In the end, no matter how powerful Ming Bufan is now, he is still just a mortal, he does not have the body that has been tempered by spiritual power like the Sky Cultivator, nor does he have the powerful defense of the Beastmaster, but his own strength will explode, and he will be scarred.

In such an unguarded state, any mortal with a little more strength could kill him, provided that he was not noticed.

However, now the short sword in Lin Yue'er's hand had pierced into Ming Bufan's skin, and a trace of blood beads like red jade slid out from the edge of the blade, rolling along the yellowish skin, and finally dripped on the ground, and there was also a small blood stain next to it.

Oh, but a quarter of an hour later.

Lin Yue'er's face was already full of tears, and the short sword in her hand couldn't go down for half a point.

A few pictures flashed in his mind, it was the appearance of the man standing up, as a mortal, although he had terrible power, but in the face of the monk who cast a spell, he would lose his life at every turn, at that time, Ming Bufan did not owe her half a point, and the so-called tarnishing her innocence was nothing at all, and in this way, this man still protected her twice, and the last time, he almost died.

She believes that in the end, all the reasons are just because of herself.

The short sword in his hand was thrown away.

To step on the clouds under your feet is to depart.

Suddenly, it disappeared into the sky.

"That's ..... It's good. ”

Until Lin Yue'er left, Ming Bufan slowly opened his eyes, sighed in his mouth, an emotion was entangled in his heart, and he felt an inexplicable loss.

In fact, he had a hint of consciousness before the dagger pierced his skin.

But after he knew who it was, he still pretended to be asleep, he felt that it was okay to die like this, it was his fault, and one life should be exchanged for one person's innocence.

And the moment Lin Yue'er put down the short sword, his heart trembled, and he suddenly had the idea of hugging her tightly into his arms.

But what Master Lin Yue'er said was remembered.

The lifespan of a mortal is only a hundred years, and as long as her lifespan as a monk breaks through the realm, she doesn't know how many years have passed, not to mention that Ming Bufan's current lifespan has changed like this, and there are only about ten years left, which is just a blink of an eye for monks.

He knew that he could leave her behind if he went to hug her, but in the end, he just pretended to be unconscious.

Dozens of miles away, Lin Yue'er fell to the ground, her face a little haggard.

"Huh..... I was really stimulated by what my master said, a timid man. ”

Although she said so, the pain on her face was not less than half a minute, she naturally knew that Ming Bufan woke up, and she also understood Ming Bufan's thoughts, this man was really stupid.

Originally, Lin Yue'er had another idea for that move, which was to let Ming Bufan kill her again, but in the end, Ming Bufan's appearance of being slaughtered by others became the ultimate reason why she couldn't do it.

Finally, she looked back and left.

Perhaps, as her master said, if she is really emotional, what will she do if she waits for the day when Ming Bufan dies of old age.