"I'll go, Nanzhi, are you hurting me or saving me!"

Qingyun, who was weak all over, suddenly had a full face, because he knew that being wrapped in Yan Nanzhi's white silk like this, his true spiritual power would be suppressed by most of it, and if he was whipped by that masked female cultivator at this time, then he would have to shed his skin even if he didn't die!

There is a saying that the more you are afraid of something, the more you will come, and the mask nun has indeed quite rich practical experience, I saw that she saw the right time, and she really whipped it out.

The bright moon whip is covered with a silk net, and it is covered with the poison of the blood toad, the master is not afraid of poison, but he is afraid of those dense fine blades on the whip!

Sure enough, without the body protection spirit cover, only to hear a bang, the back of the Qingyun Portal opened wide and directly let the Mingyue Whip draw out a terrifying wound from top to bottom!

"Poof~"

The Immortal True Spirit was sluggish, and the blood spurted out by Qingyun sprinkled all over the sky, turning into a little red rain and dripping on Yan Nanzhi's frightened face.

I don't know if it was the bloody scene of the flesh tumbling that made the masked nun a little frightened, but I saw her body tremble again, and her mouth also let out the first mutter, but she didn't say half a word.

Fortunately, she didn't do it again, but chased after Qingyun quickly.

Everything happened in just a fraction of a minute, and Yan Nanzhi, who was a little overwhelmed, saw Qingyun's open and closed lips clearly, as if she was comparing what kind of mouth shape, she would immediately come to her senses!

Lianxin suddenly let go, and the mysterious white silk was taken back by her, and Qingyun, who had lost support, fell.

Seeing that the woman had already deceived Qingyun no more than a few feet away, she could end his life with a raised hand, but the young master was still the dying and half-dead appearance, Yan Nanzhi suddenly regretted his carelessness and recklessness.

But the time to breathe in and out is enough for these powerful Yuanhua Realm monks to fight countless times, and it is too late for Xiaoyanzi to take regret medicine.

When he was hesitating, Yan Nanzhi could only rely on his instinct to shoot the mysterious white silk at the woman, but unexpectedly, the white silk who had always been invincible couldn't get close to the other party at all for some reason!

It's not that the white silk is not long enough, nor does it touch the other party's body protection spirit cover, but it seems to be blocked by an invisible force, not only can it not advance an inch, but it even directly reveals a decadent photo, and then falls!

Under the gaze of despair and pain on her face, a blood-red line like a snake suddenly snaked between Qingyun's eyebrows, and her entire body twisted out of thin air in an extremely strange posture, and with a backhand sword, she slashed towards the female cultivator's face!

"If the sword rides the wind, it will be exhausted..."

However, before the mantra of the Heavenly Illusion Sword in his heart was finished, Qingyun, who turned around, suddenly found that through the mask, the woman holding the long whip was actually teary-eyed at some point.

The sword mang forcibly shifted, and Qingyun only cut off a few strands of the opponent's hair.

He seemed to be able to imagine that this woman should have been biting her lips to prevent herself from crying.

In the face of women, especially the crying woman, Qingyun has never been ruthless, even if the other party has just hit himself hard, staring at her wonderful blurred pupils like a galaxy and mist, Qingyun's heart suddenly began to beat rapidly.

Because he suddenly understood that many things in this world may change color, but her original simplicity will never change.

And the woman in front of her and the figure in her memory began to overlap gradually, and when the two of them slowly landed, the tearful person also quietly changed the protagonist.

He forgot the blood running across his back, the black sword he held in his hand, and even the worried cry of an innocent girl behind him.

He just dragged his heavy legs like this, step by step, as if climbing a rock, and came to the masked woman.

At this time, the mysterious woman no longer took the initiative to attack, allowing Qingyun to approach, watch, and stretch out her hand, taking off the mask she had been wearing for ten years, and the mask she had worn on her heart for ten years.

"Ahh Ah Lian..."

Under the mask, without the familiar white hair and purple eyes, there is a holy face that is so beautiful that it is suffocating, so beautiful that it is intoxicating, and so beautiful that it makes people ashamed of themselves.

Even Yan Nanzhi, a stunning beauty like the Void Sky, paused directly when she chased after her, and she was a little stunned, and muttered in her mouth:

"Well... It's beautiful. ”

Yes, the masked nun is none other than the current saintess of the demon clan, the half-demon Qinglian!

I saw that Ah Lian just wanted to lightly open the red lips that had been bitten with blood beads, and shouted out the two words that Qingyun had been hanging for a long time, but in the next moment, what Qingyun was waiting for was a loud slap from the other party with a glow!

The sharp fingers and claws cut through Qingyun's cheeks, and several blood-drenched openings made Ah Lian's heart extremely painful.

"You! Why don't you hide!"

Seeing this, Yan Nanzhi also hurriedly stepped forward, although she saw that Qingyun and this holy woman must be acquainted, if this wound was not treated in time, Brother Xiaoyun's unparalleled handsome face would never be saved.

But Qingyun didn't care about these at all, he just raised his hand to stop Yan Nanzhi, and then while crying, he said softly to Ah Lian:

"You naturally have your reasons for beating me, I just put up with it, not to mention that I should have beaten me. ”

"You!"

The current Ah Lian's heart is already extremely painful, and Qingyun's words are more like the last arrow to break her heart defense.

Shouting the word Yunlang frantically, Ah Lian could no longer control the surging thoughts in her chest, and desperately threw herself into Qingyun's arms.

"It's been ten years! It's been ten years, Yunlang! Do you know how many mornings and dusks Ah Lian has thought about you, how many days and nights she has thought about you, you... You..."

The little fox cried heartbreakingly, Qingyun had never seen her so sad and sad, so choked that it was difficult to even speak, and even Yan Nanzhi, who had not yet come back to his senses, felt a little empathy.

"I... I... I was so injured that I was in a coma for ten years. ”

Qingyun didn't know how to answer, so he could only push it off.

I don't know if I thought of the tragic situation of Qingyun being disemboweled back then, Ah Lian cried more and more sadly after hearing it, so she hugged Qingyun tightly and refused to let go, and the force was so great that she couldn't even breathe.

Yan Nanzhi was a little overwhelmed by the reversal of this scene, and she couldn't bear to disturb the reunion of the two.

It's just that the other party is nestled in Xiaoyun's brother's arms and refuses to let go, and Qingyun actually pats her back from time to time to calm her emotions, and the more Xiaoyanzi looks at it, the more sour she feels in her heart.

After crying for a long time, Ah Lian suddenly pushed Qingyun away and quickly looked at the wound on his face.

Fortunately, without the shackles of white silk, the immortal true spirit regained control of the body, and some skin injuries had scabbed and healed, seeing this, Ah Lian breathed a sigh of relief with some shame, and then cried again, and muttered:

"Yunlang, do you know why I hit you?"

"I don't know. ”

"You! Could it be that you can forget Sister Luo Yi when she dies? Even if you forget, you can't be with Yan Nanzhi, a fox spirit!

As she spoke, Ah Lian pointed at Yan Nanzhi suddenly, and her grinning appearance was really a bit like a fox.

"Nanzhi she, hey, you misunderstood Ah Lian, Nanzhi is..."

"Hey, who are you, open your mouth and shut up the vixen, I think you're the vixen!"

Yan Nanzhi was already a little uncomfortable in his heart, he was so angry that he was scolded like this, he didn't succeed in the comparison just now, now let's learn from each other!

"I was originally a vixen!"

"What?"

Ah Lian was not annoyed when she heard this, and shouted at Yan Nanzhi, and this clear answer made Xiao Yanzi stunned for a moment, and her anger was also suppressed by three points.

"Yunlang, I'm so scared, I'm afraid that if you forget Sister Luoyi, will you also forget Ah Lian one day?"

"Hey!"

Qingyun sighed, and immediately opened his mouth to spit out, and a subtle white light flew out and slowly fell on Ah Lian's forehead.

"What is this?"

"This is the eldest sister's broken Mingyu ice chips, which contains her last remnants of the primordial spirit, I have found a way to make her live, when did I forget her? By the way, I left you a letter on the table, why, you didn't go home?"

Ah Lian's face flushed when she heard this, and then looked at the crystal clear Mingyu ice chips that were well nourished by Qingyun, she finally confirmed that Yun Lang had not changed her mind, and couldn't help but be embarrassed:

"I... I also just came back here, and I didn't dare to go up because I was afraid that old bastard was still on the mountain, so I just smelled your smell and rushed over!"

"Old bastard, but the old stone that robbed you and the wind chimes?"

"Yes, I don't know what his name is, but if it was the old bastard who robbed me and the wind chimes, Yunlang, have you seen him?

After retrieving the Mingyu Borneol, Qingyun sighed helplessly, thinking to himself that this old bastard who said sentence after sentence on the left, according to Shi Lao's temper, didn't treat you like anything, then you are really lucky.

"Hey, I've seen it, I'm afraid it's a misunderstanding between you, the old man and the wind chime were returned to me, well, it's here. ”

Saying that, Qingyun took out the delicate bell engraved with the word "lotus" from the treasure bag, and put it on Ah Lian's neck again with his own hands, and the little fox immediately held back his tears and laughed sweetly.

When she smiled, Yan Nanzhi saw it with envy and fire.

"Brother Xiaoyun, her name is Ah Lian, is she who she is?"

The joy of reuniting with Ah Lian made Qingyun forget that Yan Nanzhi had been on the side for a long time, so he quickly wiped the blood on his face and said apologetically:

"Yes, you guessed it right, Nanzhi, she is the little white fox I rescued back then, named Ah Lian. ”

"Obediently, this is the cultivation of the sixth or seventh layer of the Yuanhua Realm, Ah Lian, you are really advanced and fast!"

To be honest, although the little fox hadn't had much contact with Yan Nanzhi in the past, she always felt unusually close at the first glance when she saw her.

But the side effect of intimacy is extreme disgust, and he deaf to her praise of goodwill, and said:

"Hey, don't call me so affectionate, call me Qinglian, after all, the mountain and wild demon spirit can't compare to the goddess of the pure sky, why don't the goddess spend her old age in Ning Qingfeng, and go down the mountain without permission will be punished heavily!"

As soon as these words came out, Yan Nanzhi's face suddenly changed greatly:

"How do you know?!"

"How do I know? This is not some earth-shattering secret, huh? You haven't told Yunlang yet? Wow, do you know that you will never be able to fly like us, and you can only die alone and feel miserable?"

PS: Gathering and scattering in a hurry, this hatred is endless, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better, who do you know with?