When Lu Yun was distracted and paid attention to the situation above, Qing Huan was seriously injured, and at the same time as blood was spilled on the spot, Mrs. Chunfeng appeared beside her and brought her out.

"Ma'am, I'm fine."

Qing Huan shook his head, trying his best to stand up and want to fight again.

The pale face carried a fearless heart.

"Rest first." Mrs. Chunfeng, who was supporting Qinghuan, spoke softly, and her face was distressed for her maid.

Faced with that wisp of distress, Qing Huan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, that smile was shallow, it was a delicate flower in the world.

She said, "Madam, all this time the slave and maid have been glad to serve Madame. ”

"If Qing Huan can die for his wife, Qing Huan will die without regrets!"

The blood stained Qinghuan's light-colored clothes, her white face was red and dazzling, she vomited blood, and her eyes were dim.

This declaration of loyalty moved Mrs. Chunfeng, and it was a trance at this moment, half leaning on Mrs. Chunfeng's Qinghuan, a dagger hung down from her cuffs and stabbed into Mrs. Chunfeng's heart.

The sound of the dagger entering the flesh was clear and clear, and her face burst into joy, and her arm tried hard to make the dagger go further.

But there was a hand, white and slender, and it was gently pressed on her arm, so that her hand could no longer move.

"Qinghuan, you have disappointed me."

The tone was as gentle as ever, and the sighs mixed with it were heart-piercing.

Qing Huan's eyes widened, and what he saw was Madame's unwavering eyes.

"You know!"

She whispered.

"Of course I do."

Madame's heart was bleeding, Qing Huan's move attracted many people's exclamations, Shuliu wanted to withdraw, but was entangled by those people.

The first to appear beside Madame was the Wind Hall Master, who held Madame's arm and palmed it towards the Qinghuan faction.

"You, look for death!"

This palm was separated by Mrs. Chunfeng, and she lowered her eyes to look at Qinghuan, whose face was like ashes, and she didn't see any emotion.

"Qinghuan, you and I have a master-servant relationship, this is the end."

As she spoke, her arm was forceful, and she slammed Qing Huan into the Wind Hall Master beside her.

The master of the wind hall could not avoid it, and after hugging the other party's soft body, what he saw was the tulle bursting out of the cuffs of Mrs. Chunfeng.

The beauty of Madame's birth, even the way she kills, is beautiful.

Those veils are as thin as cicada's wings, and ordinary weapons are difficult to break this tulle, which is a high-grade spiritual weapon, and it is also the usual weapon of the lady.

Mrs. Chunfeng's attack on the master of the Wind Hall made the scene even more difficult to understand.

The Wind Hall Master hugged Qing Huan, with obvious injuries on his face: "Spring Breeze, why are you doing this, you obviously know that I ...... you"

Halfway through the words, it can lead to reverie the most.

In the clouds and waters, no one knows that this wind hall master has a deep love for Mrs. Chunfeng, and he looks at Mrs. Ma everywhere.

This sudden drawing of swords made many people scratch their heads, and most of them felt sorry for the master of the Wind Hall.

"Since you have already agreed to the position of the lady of the Qinghuan Hall, why do you want to say these false words to me."

"Ignore the wind, I Yu Chunfeng admit that I have never given you the slightest chance, why do you pretend to be so affectionate and unrepentant to coax the world."

"Didn't you join forces with the love scholar to kill me Yu Chunfeng?"

"If I hadn't struck first, would you dare to say you wouldn't have done it?"

The two stood in the distance, and with the words of Mrs. Chunfeng, the love letter who had not been involved appeared beside the master of the wind hall.

His expression was sneering, as if he had watched a wonderful show.

"Ignore the wind, I got up early and told you, this woman seems to be amorous but is actually ruthless, and there is only one person who can make her take it to heart."

"No matter how much you do, it's useless."

The words of the love scholar are like helping Feng Ignore, so why not admit from the side that Feng Ignorant did those things.

"Hehe, you two are really embarrassed."

Qu Miao flashed beside Mrs. Chunfeng, the long whip hanging down to her side, and there was some minced meat hooked on the hideous whip.

"You two."

Squinting at the two women in front of him, the love scholar fan kept opening and closing: "When did you cooperate?" ”

"Cooperation? Why should I cooperate with her Yu Chunfeng. ”

"But I have one thing in common with her, and I also don't like you two men, so why help her?"

Qu Miao's strong insertion made the Quartet forces become two against two, and it was difficult to separate the fight below, and Mrs. Chunfeng's tone was boundless.

"As a person from the water and clouds, you colluded with the Demon Cultivator of the Silk Gate, can you be guilty?"

Mrs. Chunfeng's words are like a master judging a servant.

Hearing this, the love scholar couldn't close his mouth with a smile, he covered his stomach, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said in an arrogant tone.

"Yu Chunfeng, you don't really think that you are the master of the water and clouds, right?"

"If it weren't for your lover's support, you think we would really be headed by you as a woman."

"As for colluding with the Demon Cultivator?"

"Hehe, how do I know that it's not you Yu Chunfeng who colluded with the demon cultivator and wanted to monopolize the benefits, and hit a rake?"

This question was heart-wrenching, but Mrs. Chunfeng hooked the corners of her lips and did not see anger.

She said quietly, "If you are jealous that I have a good lover, you might as well find one yourself." ”

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid, no one looks down on people like you."

"You're right, Yun'er."

Lu Yun, who was fighting hard below, was named, she raised her eyelids and said, "Madam, I don't look down on him." ”

The truth of a junior is an insult to the love writer.

He pinched the fan and looked at Lu Yun with a very vicious expression.

"Yellow-haired child, you are looking for death!"

The silver needle took off his hand, as thin as a cow's hair, and accurately passed through the obstacle and stabbed at Lu Yun.

This shameless hand made Mrs. Chunfeng's face ugly.

The light yarn followed, along with a whip.

But some things are always beyond the reach of the whip, seeing that Lu Yun was about to be hit, Lu Yun, who was clumsy and forced back a person, moved her left hand, and a short sword was thrown by her.

The tail needle and the silver needle collided together, the silver needle was menacing, Lu Yun couldn't stop it, but she could still do it just by changing the trajectory of the silver needle.

After the silver needle was missed, Lu Yun put away the tail needle.

The flashing black glow was clearly seen by a few people above.

Especially Mrs. Chunfeng, she knows a thing or two about Lu Yun, her red lips are lightly picked, and her murderous intent is grand.

"Love scholar, do you know what to do to my lover's apprentice?"

The light yarn is like a waterfall, besieging the love scholars, and he folds the fan open and rows towards the light yarn.

The yarn is broken, but the light yarn is not less, and the dreamlike scene makes the love writer's eyes blood-red.

"It's a good spring breeze."

This is quite a gritted tooth, this is Mrs. Chunfeng's specialty, the light yarn is graceful, if the red candle yarn tent, invite people to the spring breeze once.

But under this light veil, there are murderous opportunities everywhere.

After trapping the love scholar, Mrs. Chunfeng looked at Shu Liu: "Shu Liu, let's wrap it up." ”

"Yes!"

When the words fell, in the crowd in the distance, many people rushed out to join the battle, and the situation was evenly matched just now, but it became a crushing trend in a moment.

Below, Lu Yun's pressure plummeted.

She moved her stiff body, and with the last remaining strength, she used that trick to please.

(End of chapter)