Chapter 82: Love Gives Birth to Hate

At this moment, Liu Suifeng finally understood that Wang Qinqin was dependent on Feng Linglang's little bird, all for him to seek peace. Lewen Novel C-O-M.

She secretly thought that as long as she was by Feng Linglang's side, Liu Suifeng would be safe.

She secretly thought that as long as she stopped Feng Linglang, Liu Suifeng would go smoothly.

She secretly thought that as long as she kept Feng Linglang, Liu Suifeng would be safe for the rest of her life.

She didn't think too much about it, and her cowardly personality made her love softly.

Love is small and great, love is incredible, and people secretly respect.

Seeing this situation, Hua Wanru didn't know where Wang Qinqin had already had feelings for Liu Suifeng.

Hua Wanru couldn't help but think: "These men are really not good things, they are all disciples who like the new and hate the old." ”

Seeing Wang Qinqin like this, Liu Suifeng didn't know how to deal with it, not because of cowardice, but because his heart was already full.

The flower is like Mu Xinyi, in the past life, in this life, entangled and unclear.

In the face of such a situation, where can Liu Suifeng be in the mood to fall in love with a woman.

For Wang Qinqin's deep affection, he has nothing to do except laugh at it.

Looking at Feng Linglang on the other side, Liu Suifeng's heart was full of mixed tastes, he originally wanted to let Feng Linglang go, but he never thought that he had the heart to let go of the wolf, and the wolf had no intention of letting him go.

Hatred, in Hua Wanru's heart, suddenly rose.

As soon as it rises, it can't stop soaring and angry.

looked at Liu Suifeng, then at Feng Linglang, and Hua Wanru's gaze finally fell on Wang Qinqin.

Seeing Wang Qinqin's pretty appearance, Hua seemed to smile, laughing so happily and so unscrupulously.

Facing the willow with the wind, seeing the smile on the face of the flower, I don't know why, I actually had some heart palpitations.

I always felt that something was wrong, but after thinking about it, Liu Suifeng still couldn't find anything wrong.

Feng Linglang turned his back to Hua Wanru and handed his back to a strange woman, but he had no awareness of being attacked at all.

Because, in Feng Linglang's opinion, Hua Wan is just a weak woman, and it is impossible to attack him.

This battle is destined to be between two men, that is, between Feng Linglang and Liu Suifeng.

Feng Linglang smiled, looked at Liu Suifeng, and the corners of his mouth rose with an arc: "Speaking of which, I should still thank you, if it wasn't for you helping me 'transfer flowers and trees', if you hadn't given me the Nine Heavens Soul Rejuvenation Pill, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stand here against you." ”

Liu Suifeng shook his head, looked at Feng Linglang, and didn't speak, but the index finger of his right hand trembled.

With the shaking of his fingers, the lancet flashed, and the knife was nothing more than a fleeting moment, and then turned into a three-foot green peak.

Holding the hilt of the sword, Liu Suifeng pointed the tip of the sword at Feng Linglang.

Seeing Liu Suifeng take out his long sword, Feng Linglang couldn't help but be stunned.

If he is not mistaken, what Liu Suifeng is holding is already a spiritual weapon.

Only the spiritual weapon can fuse with the master's body and become stronger day by day.

Feng Linglang didn't expect that the seemingly ordinary Liu Suifeng could have such a powerful weapon.

Even so, Feng Linglang still didn't think that Liu Suifeng could fight him, and his self-confidence was very strong.

As soon as the palm of his hand was flipped, a wolf hair came out of Feng Linglang's hand, and the wind began to lengthen.

The wolf is elegant, the pen is hard, and the three-foot brush is suspended above Feng Linglang, eager to try.

Seeing Feng Linglang's weapon, Liu Suifeng couldn't help but be stunned, he never thought that Feng Linglang's weapon would be a brush.

The barrel of the pen is verdant and verdant, like a bamboo rooted in the ground, which seems to be able to absorb nutrients from the earth, and the wolf's golden yellow is like the hair that grows on the wolf's body, which seems to be able to absorb spirituality from the air.

Whether it is a pen barrel or a wolf's hair, it exudes a layer of crystal clear light, which makes people know at a glance that its power is extraordinary.

Feng Linglang took a step back, looked at the spirit pen in front of him, and yelled at it.

The wolf's roar was earth-shattering, bringing up a stream of demonic wind, sweeping away the demonic energy, surging towards the brush.

Seeing this, Liu Suifeng finally took action, raised the spirit sword slightly, and the sunlight attached to the sword body, and the spirit sword glowed.

The crystal clear spirit sword, the demonic spirit pen, the confrontation in the air, the battle is about to break out.

With the passage of time, Feng Linglang's spirit pen gradually changed, and the tail end of the spirit pen, the floating wolf hair, gradually darkened in color.

The faded darkness began to spread, and finally it became pitch black, like thick ink, soaking all the wolf hairs on the spirit pen.

The wolf hair under the spiritual pen barrel, because of this thick black soaking, has finally become heavy, no longer so elegant.

And the spirit sword in Liu Suifeng's hand has also changed, because it is constantly absorbing sunlight, the entire sword body slowly becomes crystal clear. The crystal also began to spread, and finally it seemed to become transparent, leaving only the hilt of the sword in Liu Suifeng's hand, which looked quite weird.

The breath on the spirit sword did not decrease but increased, faintly, and even overshadowed the power of the spirit pen.

Feng Linglang beckoned, and the spirit pen broke through the air and fell into his hands.

As soon as he grasped the pen of the spiritual pen, Feng Linglang shook the pen towards Liu Suifeng.

The pitch black at the end of the wolf's hair on the spiritual pen took off the pen and disappeared like a drop of ink.

At first, these pitch black, not big, only the size of the bean, not dense, very sparse.

Then, the particles of the ink beads did not become larger, but they became denser, and they were very dense.

Liu Suifeng's face also showed a touch of solemnity, the lightsaber was horizontal in front of him, and light poured out from the sword body, forming an invisible film of light in front of him.

Two men are fighting, and two women are watching.

Wang Qinqin watched Feng Linglang and Liu Suifeng fight, and couldn't help but be frightened for Liu Suifeng, her fists clenched tightly, and she put herself in Liu Suifeng's shoes.

Hua seemed to watch the two fight, her face did not change her face and her heart did not beat from beginning to end, as if neither Liu Suifeng nor Feng Linglang had anything to do with her.

However, when he saw Feng Linglang attacking Liu Suifeng, and Liu Suifeng didn't seem to plan to fight hard, a wave of irritability appeared on Hua Wanru's face and he frowned.

So, when Feng Linglang's attack hit Liu Suifeng, Hua's figure stood between the two of them as fast as lightning.

Facing Liu Suifeng, with his back to Feng Linglang, the flower appeared like a flower without any warning.

And Wang Qinqin was even more stunned, she would never have thought of what Hua Wan was going to do.

In the center of the flower-like back, a peony slowly grows.

Petals bloomed with a whizz, soaking up the ink beads that Feng Linglang attacked at Liu Suifeng, absorbing them completely.

After doing this, Hua Wan set her eyes on Liu Suifeng, looked at Liu Suifeng, and asked with burning eyes: "Who is she, what is the relationship between you?"