Chapter 201: A Gentleman Who Acts Violence from the Wind

The wind glared at her, as if to blame her for knowingly asking.

How could Qingyan be so submissive, smiling and grabbing a small piece of flesh around his waist, twisting it vigorously.

She wanted to see who was upset.

One stared, the other laughed, the two competed in general, and finally conceded defeat from the wind.

"You clearly don't like me!"

Qingyan let go of her hand, she really didn't like it, she only blamed him for being too scumbag.

But at this time, he circled himself and refused to let go, and she didn't want to tell the truth to stimulate him, lest he couldn't get out.

"Actually, hair is not as important to me as you think, and I used to have short hair for a long time, just because it was troublesome."

When I was studying, I was too busy, so I didn't have time to take care of it.

"Short hair?" Seeing her at the neck from the wind, thinking that she trimmed Li Luohan's hair that was scorched by thunder, it was almost to her neck.

He was stunned for a moment, not wondering why Qingyan dared to launch a knife against the head as a woman, he had seen it several times.

She wasn't a person of etiquette in the first place, so it wasn't unusual for her to do such a thing.

From the wind, she was curious about what she should look like with short hair.

Qingyan saw him staring at him in a daze, and pushed a few times without pushing people away, and suddenly felt aggrieved in his heart.

"Still don't let me go? Is this your attitude towards Master? ”

She was already unhappy when she saw him, but now she was asked by him in a reproachful tone, how could she be happy in her heart.

"Xinghuo said that the little nephew of the beauty fairy has a squirrel, you also have a squirrel, and the little bean sprouts sealed in your heart, you are the little nephew of the beauty fairy, right? You have become an immortal, what are you still worshipping me as a teacher? I don't care about you! ”

Qingyan was so angry that he punched and kicked him.

Although she doesn't like this kid, she doesn't allow a scumbag with a family to tease her.

From the wind, he immediately understood that she had misunderstood.

"You originally guessed that I was a hybrid of immortals, but now you guess that I became an immortal at the age of three and already have a lover? Is this also what you call a woman's intuition? ”

Qingyan didn't expect him to memorize all his words, and laughed at himself in turn, and he couldn't refute it for a while, so he could only find another place to suppress him.

"What are you? Call Master! There are no rules at all. ”

He sat up violently from the wind, and he didn't know when he had an extra sword in his hand.

No way?

Is it going to kill the master if you don't agree with each other?

This kid can't be insane.

Qingyan was dumbfounded.

One lays, one sits.

Qingyan looked at Congfeng who was raising his sword, and wondered if he was driven crazy by himself.

Could it be that he was really too bad for him on weekdays, so that he became violent.

It's just a punishment for kneeling, is it necessary?

Qingyan thought crankily for a while, not that he was afraid that he would do it to himself.

"Since the master thinks that I am a fairy nephew, I should have an invulnerable body if I want to become an immortal." Smile calmly from the wind.

Qingyan had an ominous premonition.

In the next second, I really saw him swinging his sword at his heart.

Not to mention whether he is an immortal or not, if the little bean sprouts are woken up by him, won't this kid be wiped out.

Qingyan raised his foot, kicked the sword in his hand, and scolded: "Sick."

From the wind, but he looks in a good mood.

"I'm back." Qingyan got up and walked towards Lan Shen in a huff.

The wind was about to catch up, and when he saw that the soft couch was still there, he simply carried the couch on his body.

didn't hear the sound of coming up from behind, Qingyan subconsciously slowed down, and didn't say anything when he saw him carrying a soft couch.

Seeing that it was almost there, he spoke from the wind.

"Mr. Yi has ulterior motives, and the master should no longer be too close to him."

Qingyan glanced at him, "How do I think there are other people with ulterior motives." ”

"The disciple is different from him."

Disdain from the wind to be compared with Yi Junzi.

Of course you're not the same, because you're worse!

Qingyan snorted, noncommittal.

In the end, he is still too indulgent, and he said that he will not forgive until at least tomorrow, and he will not be able to achieve a small goal.

Back at Senior Sister's side, she had already closed her eyes and rested, and Lan Shen was still waiting for them.

Yi Junzi was using his skills to force poison, and Qingyan was about to ask him how he was doing now, but he was blocked by a turn from the wind.

Seeing that he looked unrelenting, she might as well ask again tomorrow.

Qingyan pointed to the ground with her chin, put down the soft couch from the wind, and she climbed up to sleep without saying a word.

Lan Shen sat cross-legged at the end of the couch as usual.

Congfeng sat in the middle, stuffed Qingyan's hand into the thin quilt, and suddenly found that the jade cauldron on her waist was flashing.

What hung on the woman's waist, he didn't shy away from it at all, and picked it up and looked at it.

"What is this?"

Qingyan didn't fall asleep, and glanced over, "Seven stars shoot rays." ”

There was a sigh from the wind, and nothing else was said.

It was as if it was normal for her to suddenly have such a thing, and it wasn't worth making a fuss about.

The holy product in the fairy grass, he just said?

Xinghuo raised his eyebrows, always feeling that Congfeng was acting strangely.

If he got this treasure, he had to look up to the sky and laugh.

If you meet a flamboyant person, you must have a big feast to celebrate with the whole world.

"Don't touch it, little baby is afraid of life." Qingyan explained before going to bed.

Baby? From the wind frowned.

What dare to call herself her treasure, he wants to see.

Waiting for Qingyan to fall asleep, he looked at the flashing jade cauldron from the wind, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Yi Junzi, who had been healed by luck, was already sweating profusely at this time, and he withdrew his hand tiredly, and saw Biluo Huangquan from the wind sneakily as if he was about to steal green smoke.

"You ......" He was about to open his mouth to rebuke, when he saw Congfeng's finger flick at the jade cauldron.

The light of the jade cauldron dimmed, and after a while it did not flicker.

Feng nodded in satisfaction and turned to look at Yi Junzi.

The smile under his eyes dissipated in an instant, and his noble eyebrows were covered with a layer of murderous aura.

Could it be that he was going to kill himself in front of Qingyan? Yi Junzi was horrified.

At this time, his body was extremely weak, and he could not compete with Congfeng at all.

Yi Junzi opened his mouth to scream, but he was sealed by the wind, and he couldn't make a sound.

Seeing the wind approaching, it brought up a powerful coercion that could not be contained, which was terrifying.

Yi Junzi was secretly lucky, and he was in a hurry to break through the acupoint, and his face turned red.

Before he could succeed, he was rudely grabbed by an arm from the wind.

He was so violent that he almost dislocated his hand on the spot.

Congfeng seemed to enjoy his fears and deliberately put on a scary face.

In the sharp eyes, there is a bloodthirsty cold light, which makes people shudder.

Yi Junzi struggled to hide back, but he couldn't match his amazing strength.

"Afraid of what?" Laugh from the wind.

There was no joy at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and his laughter was piercing.

If it weren't for the courage of Yi Junzi, if he were an ordinary person, he would have been frightened and fainted.

The small noise woke up the senior sister, and she could only see the frightened expression of the gentleman from the wind.

"What are you doing!"

When someone finally found out about his atrocities, Mr. Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

From the wind, he doesn't seem to be worried about being seen at all, and his eyes are colorful.

He clasped Yi Junzi's shoulder with one hand, pressed his thumb on the Yin meridian of his hand, and pressed the three yang meridians on the outside of his index finger and ring finger at the same time, and went down along the acupuncture points until he reached the fingertips of Yi Junzi.

Every time his hand reached an acupuncture point, Yi Junzi felt as if there was a steel needle piercing that place, and the pain was extreme.

The senior sister hurriedly walked over, and before she could stop it, she saw a dagger taken out of her bosom from the wind.

The thin lips bit the wooden sheath and pulled it out, and the cold light appeared.

Yi Junzi's eyes widened in disbelief, and he suddenly felt unbearable pain in his arm.

With a muffled snort, he fainted.

"So useless?" The voice is low, but you can still hear the full disdain.