Xiao Qinglong said to do it, and his long mouth sucked it in desperately, but fortunately, the water in the water tank was not much, and he was soon sucked clean by it.

Its belly gradually grew larger, and Qianshu faced it face to face, and couldn't help laughing for a while.

"You're so fat."

"Don't laugh at me, you're dying, let's think about what to do."

Xiao Qinglong said angrily, Qianshu reached out and passed under his arm, and the intact arm picked it up.

Su Fan finished telling her story, but when she saw that the rope in her hand had lost movement, she pulled it lightly and frowned.

Isn't it dead? Why can't you help but play tricks?

From her point of view, she could only see Qianshu lying head down, planted motionless in the water tank.

Su Fan pulled her out with all his strength to see what was going on.

"Don't play me dead, the punishment isn't over yet...... Yes! ”

Qianshu hugged the little green dragon and turned around violently, and a column of water suddenly appeared from the little green dragon's mouth, which was the sewage it had just sucked in, and at this moment, a drop of water sprayed on Su Fan's face.

Qianshu laughed sincerely, her black hair was wet, and some broken hair was on her cheeks, and the original broken miserable state was like sunshine breaking through the dark clouds because of her smile.

She wiped her face: "It's worth dying." ”

Su Fan, who was sprayed with saliva, was furious, and she didn't care if she was punished or not, she made her hands in the shape of a lotus, turned around, and black blades came out of her hands in vain.

This is a long red and black knife, the blade is like a piece of red-hot iron, and there are spread fire-colored wings at the hilt, standing in levitation, trembling slightly like petals with Su Fandi's movements.

This is probably her natal weapon, Xiao Qinglong cried out in surprise.

"It's the Dark Vermilion Bird Knife, the inheritance knife that has always been the future Demon King, how can it be in her hands, unless, unless she kills the old Demon King!"

"I didn't expect you to know a lot about this little thing, that old guy should have abdicated a long time ago, this knife is also infused by his blood, and now the two of you will also be its nutrients."

As if he could understand her words, the blade trembled slightly.

"Those who rebel against me are torn apart."

Su Fan held the knife in one hand, and slashed at it, and the knife wind directly set off one person and one dragon.

Qianshu hugged the little green dragon tightly, but his body slammed into the trunk of the tree.

Some dead branches and leaves fell, Su Fan strode forward, and stabbed her in the heart, the long knife pierced her body straight, and the blood dripped down the blade onto the bark.

Su Fan cried and laughed, his body didn't know whether he was excited or sad, and even his face began to tremble.

"Hahahaha, it's torn apart, I'm going to cut off your limbs, I'm going to take out your internal organs, I'm going to use magic potions, so that the broken heart will always beat forever in the darkest corner of the ruins!"

As she spoke, she pulled out her long knife and stabbed her body again, really going to cut open her body and pull out all the internal organs.

The blade of the long knife slid through the air and suddenly hit an extremely hard object, followed by a huge explosion, and the white light of the explosion pierced the eyes for a moment.

Su Fan blocked his vision with his arm, the sky and the earth were shrouded in white light, and sometimes the huge light and darkness would have the same effect, and they would make people temporarily blind.

Qianshu also closed her eyes, and the burning stinging sensation on her eyelids subsided a little before she tried to open them.

Lying in a white vast, I can only vaguely see a blue-green figure coming, she is growing lotus step by step, and the aura is filled with a fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

Qianshu stopped thinking for a moment, and lay on the ground, staring at the somewhat familiar turquoise shadow with two eyes gradually approaching.

When she got closer, Qianshu realized that it was Su Fan......

Wait, Su Fan?

Is she a real Su Fan or a fake Su Fan? Qianshu's mind was in chaos.

Tsing Yi Su Fan gently lifted her up from the ground, blew on her arm, and the originally broken bones healed instantly, no different from the original bones.

"I'm sorry to make you suffer."

Tsing Yi Su Fan stretched out his hand to arrange her wet hair, and her eyes were full of soft and fine light, which made people can't help but stare at it.

Qianshu only felt that his hand was being held, like a little zombie who had just entered the world and was stiff, and was dazed by Tsing Yi Su Fan and walked in one direction.

Where to go? Shouldn't you want to go to hell, if you die, you have to go to hell with Su Fan?

Hundreds of thoughts flashed through his mind, and the further he went, the warmer he felt his body, as if he was getting closer to the warm house with the stove lit on a snowy day.

A small, transparent figure ran past her, the little girl tied two small balls, and a string of snow-white apple blossoms were inserted in the balls, laughing and making trouble past her, the small figure disappeared, and an elderly man chased after her.

It was the little girl again, who seemed to have grown up, and her hair was tied into a bun in a regular manner, and she was crying in front of the two tombs, one new and one old.

Why is she crying, is her father and mother gone?

Qianshu wanted to touch her hair to comfort her, but her footsteps did not follow her movements, and soon passed through her, crying away.

The little girl looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old at this time, but she looked like she was holding the account book, dressed in green clothes, very beautiful.

The little girl is sixteen years old, and she has a good friend, and the two like to flutter butterflies and embroider flowers together.

The little girl was seventeen years old, and the people who pursued her lined up from the south of the city to the north of the city.

The little girl was eighteen years old, and she rescued an ugly-looking, poor monster at the door......

"It's here, Qianshu."

Qianshu turned her head suddenly, and met Tsing Yi Su Fan's watery eyes, she took her hand and pushed open a carved wooden door.

The osmanthus tree in the yard is in full bloom, the golden osmanthus hangs on the branches, and when the breeze blows, it slowly falls a little golden shimmer, and the osmanthus spreads all over the ground, like a golden fluffy carpet.

The clouds on the horizon are also bright orange, such a warm light, even the feeling of the wind blowing on the face is soft, like a feather caressing.

Tsing Yi Su Fan pulled her to the osmanthus tree, where there was a stone table, on the stone table, I don't know who poured the hot tea, fragrant.

"Sit down and taste this osmanthus tea."

"Osmanthus can still sencha?"

Qianshu felt that his question was a little stupid, but he spit out the words without thinking about it.

"Naturally, the fresh osmanthus is dried, boiled with honey and tea leaves, refrigerated and sealed, and when it is time to drink, take it out, put it into a small pot of red clay, and boil it for half an hour, and the osmanthus tea boiled out is sweet and fragrant."

She smiled and lowered her eyes: "I don't like to drink bitter tea." ”