Sometimes, I really want to beat myself to death.

It's true.

Wen Sheng wanted to tear his mouth apart.

I can't say anything when I should say it, and I don't say anything less than I shouldn't say it.

Wen Sheng saw that the young man standing beside him changed his face a little.

[Hmm] the system slipped away, and went to watch TV.

"Little... Little junior brother. Wen Sheng took a step back without a trace, decided to turn a blind eye to the social death of the other party, and called out decently.

Pei Yan looked at Wen Sheng's distance, a little dumbfounded.

The inexplicable feeling in my heart came flooding up again.

Something seems to be different.

Pei Yan frowned.

The man who likes to hide behind him when he meets a living person, will pull the corner of his clothes, and will run to change his dressing in the middle of the night......

"Roar! What on the bed? ”

"Do you want to fight?"

Before Pei Yan could speak, Zhou Shi'an had already come over, and his elegant and elegant face was not matched with a pleasant voice.

It looks very abrupt.

Wen Sheng hugged the little blue bird tightly with an expressionless face.

Now it's all right.

It's not embarrassing, it can be upgraded to social death.

"Want to learn?" Pei Yan looked at the girl in front of her and bit her lip, knowing that she was a little embarrassed in the face of this situation.

So he opened his mouth and found a staircase for her.

Wen Shengsheng raised his head without love and stared at Pei Yan's thin lips.

I really can't imagine how you can say such a thing at a temperature of 37 degrees.

Sure enough, as soon as I turned my head, I saw Jiang Huai's gossip face and a pair of golden eyes.

What can Wen Sheng do, Wen Sheng can only bear everything alone.

So Wen Sheng tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Outside... There's a ring outside. ”

When the words fell, Jiang Huai let out a strange scream, and his face was full of disappointment.

Pei Yan nodded, just a "good" word, and softened his voice.

…

The simple ring was originally built to challenge Nanling Mountain.

Today, Zhou Shi'an did not lose in the ring, and many supporters of the Tianxu faction came to visit.

It wasn't until the evening that it stopped a lot.

Wen Sheng and Pei Yan got into the ring, and they attracted people from the street to come around.

Someone asked Zhou Shi'an: "Immortal friends are not up?" ”

Zhou Shi'an waved his hand aggressively: "See, in the ring-"

"Lao Tzu's junior brother and sister."

"Isn't it a talented woman?"

Zhou Shi'an finished boasting and felt that the words were strange.

If you think about it, there's nothing wrong with it!

is to praise the little junior brother and the little junior sister for their good looks!

Wen Sheng fought with Pei Yan.

The young man's sword skills are outstanding, but it can easily arouse people's fighting spirit.

After two moves, Wen Sheng was immersed in the one-move and one-style attack parry, and he couldn't remember the word social death at all.

When the human sword is united, only hearty is left.

The light of the Nine Shadows burst into the air, ethereal and light, and the few remaining depressions in my heart were almost swept away.

"Tsk, you junior brother and sister have something." Jiang Huai scolded secretly, indicating that he had knocked it.

The little girl was a real murderer, and the boy was not weak at all.

But it is a deliberate, unobtrusive retreat, which guides the pace of the battle towards a faster pace step by step.

Hey, it's a trick.

The same cultivation realm, this young man is so bold.

Zhou Shi'an's brows furrowed tightly, and his face was full of puzzlement.

"I don't understand, Pei Yan, this kid.... What for!? ”

Wen Sheng gradually felt struggling, not that she felt how difficult Pei Yan's attack was, it was herself.

The limit has been reached in terms of speed and change of moves.

There was already a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his wrists were sore.

But it's easy to speed up, where is it so easy to recruit.

Jiuyou let go, but the young man in front of him no longer dodged, raised his scimitar flat, and parried this somewhat out of control sword in front of his chest.

Wen Sheng shouted in his heart that it was not good.

She is out of strength now, and she must not be able to control this parry.

The scimitar and the longsword had collided together in an instant.

And it didn't have the impact it expected.

Her Nine Shadows were almost forcing the people in front of her to keep regressing.

Wen Sheng panicked.

Pei Yan, why did he suddenly unload his strength!

Her move is a little out of control, and the attack power is inevitable.

Nine shadows approached the slender neck of the young man.

Finally, next to the young man's neck, he stopped.

Blood spilled down the trail.

The last sword was collected, Wen Sheng also lost his strength, and Jiuyou took off his hand and fell to the ground.

The soreness in my wrist swelled up.

However, the inner breath is flowing smoothly, and even the few sword moves that she usually has many doubts about seem to have a faint eyebrow.

Slender and powerful hands grasped her wrists, and the void held her waist.

"You..... You ....." Wen Sheng spoke, he didn't know what to say, but now he was exhausted, and he spoke with a slight wheezing sound.

So as soon as he opened his mouth, Wen Sheng shut up again.

She didn't know if she was asking Pei Yan why she didn't do her best in her last move.

still apologized for accidentally hurting Pei Yan.

"Still angry?"

Wen Sheng's ears slipped past the young man's cold voice, which was clear but a little soft.

It's a bit coaxing.

"Huh?" Wen Sheng raised his head, his gaze swept over the young man's sharp jawline.

The faint smell of blood permeated the air, so that she had to pay attention to the slender wound on her neck.

"Can you talk?"

Wen Sheng heard Pei Yan say this, so he nodded.

Pei Yan held the girl in his arms steady, bent down to pick up the Jiuyou that fell to the ground, and re-grasped Wen Sheng's wrist.

The yellow formation spread out at the feet of the two.

In an instant, only a few wisps of fresh air remained in the ring.

"Huh! Why don't you just leave, don't take me with you! Zhou Shi'an, who was leaning on the hoe, suddenly came back to his senses and stood up.

I feel as if I've been abandoned.

The little sister and the little brother have a secret.

He was isolated!

Jiang Huai raised his eyebrows and stared at Zhou Shi'an, and sneered: "What are you going to do?" Spoiling the atmosphere? ”

Tut.

He's so sour.

Sweet love will never be his.

Envy other people's lives.

Zhou Shi'an: Cao Cao (a kind of plant)

Jiang Huai: Boom

The crowd around them did not disperse for a long time, and there was no shortage of whispers among them.

"See, the girl in the yellow dress is fierce!"

"I fought with people all afternoon today, and I really didn't talk much."

"Look at this... It's too fierce to suppress people without the power to fight back! ”

"This is a fellow brother, so merciless, cruel and cruel."

"Really!? When the secret realm is opened, don't bump into this one, it's terrifying. ”

Wen Sheng left.

But rumors about Wen Sheng have been circulating in this land for a long time.

It has added a strong touch to the murderous name of Nanling Mountain.

...

Wangjiang Restaurant, the number of days on the house.

"It's too much!" Zhou Heng threw the teacup in a rage.

Nanling Mountain!

The unknown small sect also dares to boast about Haikou, but they simply don't take their Tianxu faction in their eyes.

Wen Yin frowned, his eyes full of confusion.

Nanling Mountain.

Later, she couldn't figure out a sect at all.

There were more and more accidents, and she had to start being careful.

Gu Qing ignored Zhou Heng, just looked at the pile of love letters in his hand wholeheartedly, and the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably.

I didn't expect that Tang Wanqing, such a cold and untouchable person, would be so straightforward and enthusiastic in her writing.

He was a little embarrassed when he saw it.

Zhou Heng: ......

He's a big disciple anyway, why don't these two give a reaction?

"Shen Xingzhi, what do you think?" Zhou Heng impatiently turned his gaze to Gu Qing.

After taking it, the man who looked like a young man in a yellow robe suddenly turned his head to look at him, his deep eyes surging with infinite killing intent and irritability.

But soon, he regained his cold indifference.

It was a flash in the pan, as if it was just Zhou Heng's eyes.

"I don't think much of it."

Gu Qing spoke, and his tone was very bad.

Damn it.

These love letters were actually written for Shen Xingzhi, what is he happy about here?