Chapter 163: The feeling of heartache

Just an Immortal Dao Sect, will he be afraid?

As one of the six major sects of the Arctic Land, the Immortal Dao Sect definitely has the existence of transcending the three voids, but Chu Fan has the Yin and Yang Monument, and now even if he is facing a strong person in the realm, he has the power to protect himself, so why should he be afraid.

The mansion was destroyed, the hunchbacked old man died, and the man in the Taoist robe could still be so calm, which shows that his name as a young sect is not a fake, and he can have such a bearing, and he will be the master of a sect in the future.

"Immortal Dao Sect, Chu will go." The words were calm and affirmative, Chu Fan stepped out, the step-on gun burst out with brilliant purple light, the cold light of the tip of the spear shot out, rolling up the surrounding spiritual power, and the white snow swirled around the step-on gun, stabbing at the back of the heart of the man in the Taoist robe.

At the same time, the man in the Taoist robe crushed the jade slip in his hand, and a layer of white light shrouded him inside, and he was about to teleport away when he saw it, but a sudden change abruptly appeared, and his face suddenly changed.

"Flowing Dreams!"

The Flowing Dream Technique was cast on the man, and the time flowing around his body stopped instantly, and the halo that was about to disappear became clear.

At this moment, Chu Fan came behind the man, and the life rifle pierced the man's heart without warning, and with a soft pop, blood gushed out and splashed to the ground, but it could not be stained on Chu Fan's body.

"Ahh The halo vanished, and even the man in the robe was teleported away, but his terrible screams echoed in the air, and his scarlet blood splattered on the ground, extremely dazzling.

The snowflakes fell, everything turned to ashes, Chu Fan put the stepping gun into his body, and walked behind Qian Xue, without any words, only a movement of raising his hand and holding her into his arms.

Holding Qianxue, Chu Fan could clearly feel that her body was trembling slightly, although it was not powerful, but her current mood was very different from usual, because the agility in her eyes was slowly dissipating and being replaced by a touch of hatred.

Qianxue, who has hatred, is no longer the original Qianxue, and she is no longer the Qianxue that Chu Fan knows, but no matter how she changes, she will always be the Qianxue of the strange uncle.

"Here, there's a wine glass." Trembling, Qianxue spoke softly, and she raised her hand to grasp the wine glass hanging in front of her.

Goblet? Hearing this, Chu Fan was shocked in his heart, in his eyes, there were no wine glasses at all, only flying snow, tables and chairs.

The power of the divine soul suddenly dispersed, Chu Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, there was indeed a wine glass suspended in front of Qianxue, mortals could see it at a glance, but there was some kind of prohibition on it, and the monk had to use the power of the divine soul to see it.

"Don't touch it!" Seeing that Qianxue was about to touch the wine glass, Chu Fan reminded in a low voice, and his left hand quickly grabbed Qianxue's raised arm.

Through the power of the soul, he had already discovered that the wine glass was not harmless, but the wine inside it contained poison, and once he touched the wine glass, the prohibition on it would be touched, and the wine inside would work.

What exactly will it do, Chu Fan didn't know, it was the first time he had come into contact with this kind of thing, and most monks disdained to use this kind of technique.

It was too late to remind, Qianxue's hand touched the wine glass, and the wine glass shattered with a bang, and the wine in it floated in the air, turning into sharp needles and piercing into Qianxue's palm.

This scene happened too quickly, Chu Fan didn't even have a chance to perform the Flowing Dream Technique, and the sharp needle didn't enter Qian Xue's body.

A wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of Qian Xue's mouth, her face instantly turned pale, her raised arm suddenly drooped, her body trembled, and her eyes gradually became sluggish.

"Qianxue!" Chu Fan felt remorse in his heart, there were not many things that could make him regret, and there were not many people who could make him care, but the beautiful girl in his arms really made him feel distressed and made him care.

This is...... The feeling of heartache!

Picking up Qianxue, Chu Fan's expression did not change, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a deep anxiety, he had noticed before that the wine in the cup was strange, and Qianxue was a mortal, I was afraid that his life would not be guaranteed.

The snow covered the sky, not covering the earth, but Chu Fan's heart, his heart was like snow, extremely cold, his heart was like the wind, it seemed to roll up the sky between the whistling, and it was like a roar to the sky, silent crying.

"Immortal Dao Sect, Chu will visit in person." From the memory of the hunchbacked old man, Chu Fan learned about Qianxue's parents, and now with Qianxue's matter, he is already going to the Immortal Dao Sect, looking in the direction where the Immortal Dao Sect is located, he gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, Chu Fan disappeared with Qianxue in his arms, and the body of the hunchbacked old man was gradually covered by heavy snow.

On West Street, Chu Fan appeared in her weapon shop with Qianxue in her arms, walked into the inner room quickly, put Qianxue on the bed, held Qianxue's white and smooth hand, and a soft spiritual power entered her body.

Inspecting the situation in Qianxue's body, Chu Fan's brows were tightly locked, and an extremely strong killing intent appeared in his eyes.

"This poison, with my current strength, cannot be cured." The poison in Qianxue's body, Chu Fan had never seen it, and in that toxin, there was still a trace of the blood of a realm powerhouse, which he could not get rid of at this moment.

Looking at the delicate face, Chu Fan's heart was very painful, heart-rending pain, Qianxue coughed lightly twice, and a wisp of blood overflowed, she opened her beautiful eyes with difficulty, and showed a smile to Chu Fan that was not a smile, and the two dimples were very charming.

White long dress, pink tulle, this is the first time Chu Fan has seen her dressed like this, her beauty is smart, cute, and bewitching.

A pure girl, as pure as snow, spotless, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world.

"Weird...... Strange uncle, is Qianxue beautiful? The voice was intermittent, if it weren't for Chu Fan's spiritual power support, Qianxue would probably have died a long time ago.

Squatting on the side of the bed, raising his hand to touch Qianxue's cheek, Chu Fan showed a rare smile on his face, his eyes were soft, and he said: "Beautiful, Qianxue is the most beautiful girl in the uncle's heart." ”

This was the first time he had smiled at Qianxue, and it was also the first time he had been so soft...... Call out Qianxue's name.

It was snowing heavily, but there was no chill in the house, only warmth, spring-like warmth.

"Strange uncle, always Qianxue's strange uncle." Intermittently, Qianxue's face became more and more pale, and her vitality was passing, but in this last moment, what she remembered was not hatred, but the strange uncle, "Qianxue likes it...... I like to blame the uncle. ”

When she was about to die, Qianxue was not afraid at all, the only thing she couldn't let go of was Chu Fan, at the last moment of her life, she chose to say the words buried in her heart.

She smiled, smiled happily, and at this moment, she felt that she was the happiest girl in the world.

Listening to Qianxue's coughing sound and seeing two wisps of blood spilling from the corners of her mouth, Chu Fan's heart was like a knife, his left hand was clenched into a fist, and he was thinking in his heart about what to do to save Qianxue's life.

"If Heaven wants you to die, then I will snatch you back from Heaven." Staring at Qianxue, Chu Fan did not say this, but roared in his heart, and the roar echoed in his heart, forming a hurricane, condensing into a will, vowing to go against the sky.