Qing Yinan looked at Qingluan, his eyes full of expectation.

When Qingluan heard this, a spirit jumped up.

"What, follow me!"

"That's right, the Divine Pill was eaten by you, I can't pay it, I can't take you to the patriarch, it's not a joke. ”

Qing Yinan was possessed by the essence of the play, with a flustered expression, and he couldn't see the slightest flaw.

"You gave it to me!", Qingluan shouted.

"You're not because I'm hurt, I can't leave you alone!"

Qing Yinan said as he nodded very righteously.

"I ...... I'm ......!"

Qingluan was speechless for a while, and the whole person was depressed.

What is this matter, I knew I wouldn't eat it.

She was used to flying around alone and with many people around her, which made her very uncomfortable.

Looking at Qingluan's angry appearance, Qing Yinan felt that her stomach was about to be suffocated.

He continued to pretend and made a dead expression: "I don't care, anyway, it's a dead end for me to go back, so I can only follow you!"

Qingluan frowned, took a few deep breaths, and suddenly walked to the edge of the tree.

I saw her holding the trunk of the tree with one hand, and the other hand kept pressing into her throat.

Obviously, she wanted to spit out the Divine Cultivation Pill.

It's a pity that she deducted tears and spit out saliva, but she didn't deduct anything.

Qing Yinan didn't speak, silently squatting aside, watching her keep masochistic.

He never knew that girls could be so cute!

Seeing that Qingluan's face was almost starting to turn white, he got up and patted her on the back gently.

"I heard that this Divine Pill melts in the mouth, escapes into the four meridians and eight veins, and can't spit it out. ”

He spoke very quietly, but in Qingluan's ears, it was as loud as a gong.

She spun around and slapped him to the ground with a single palm.

"Your uncle, why didn't you say it earlier?"

This voice is really thunderous for Qing Yinan.

He wanted to get up slowly, but his heart moved, and he just lay down again.

Qingluan kept taking a deep breath, slowly suppressed the anger in his heart, and just wanted to speak, but found that Qing Yinan on the side was motionless, and he was silent.

What's the situation?

Qingluan walked to Qing Yinan's side and poked lightly with his toes.

"Hey!"

No response.

"I said, Hey!"

Still no response.

Isn't it dead?

Qingluan squatted down and put his hand on Qing Yinan's snort, as if he was still a little angry.

"Hey, don't play dead!"

Still no response.

She thought for a moment, her fingers conjuring up a pinpoint-like beam.

With a wave of his hand, the beam of light instantly submerged into Qing Yinan's body.

This light needle entering the body is not an ordinary pain, ordinary people can't bear it at all, it is the usual trick used by Master Lingmujun to punish himself.

If you pretend to be dead, you can see through it right away.

Who knew that after waiting for a while, Qing Yinan still didn't have any reaction.

Really hurt?

Qingluan was still skeptical, after all, the palm just now, although she was very angry, it was not enough to hurt people like this.

"Hey, I said, I'm leaving!" she said, looking at the unresponsive people on the ground.

"I'm really leaving!"

Qingluan lifted the corner of his clothes and wanted to turn around and leave, but at the moment when he was hungry, he felt that this seemed too inhumane, after all, the other party was injured because of himself.

At this time, Qing Yinan quietly squinted, as if watching a play, looking at the different expressions on Qingluan's face that kept changing, but his heart was full of joy.

This fairy, it's so funny.

A quarter of an hour later, Qingluan sighed.

"That's it, when I meet you, count me as having poured blood mold for eight lifetimes. ”

She struggled for a long time, and finally made up her mind.

I saw her sacrifice the Ethereal Tower, and with a slight wave of her right hand, Qing Yinan was instantly put into the tower.

Then, it took off into the air and flew off into the distance.