"Love?" Yuan Ziyi raised his eyebrows, smiling wickedly, he lowered his eyes and stroked a scar on the side of his little finger, his expression was gloomy, "If this is love......

"Then this little girl—I really like it. Yuan Ziyi picked up Hu Qi's body, and when her fingers touched the dense wounds on the girl's body, she retracted as if she had been electrocuted.

His cheeks were crimson, and he looked at them in silence.

Ink Yang knew that he was provoking.

He resisted the urge to draw his sword, looked at Xue Zhili, and sneered: "What, the ten outstanding young people of the Immortal Cultivation Alliance, do you still want me to make a move in the Qi refining period?"

Xue Zhili showed a look of struggle on his face, but finally reined in his mind and flew forward to fight with Yuan Ziyi.

However, he was merciful everywhere, and a half-step Yuan Infant was full of flaws in front of the Jin Dan Period, and he could only be contained.

Ink Yang went straight to the people of Kunshan City, they held their heads, each like a frightened rabbit, they didn't even dare to raise their heads, knowing that someone was approaching, they trembled even more.

When he saw Aunt Zhang, his heart was relieved, and someone he knew finally survived.

......

The ink yang face is bitter, on the left side of the living person, the flowers that fell to the ground horizontally and vertically, and the flowers that were still fresh yesterday can no longer return to the branches.

May this, the cold wind...... Never again.

As soon as he was about to take a step forward, Ink Yang felt a barrier and easily bounced him away.

There seemed to be a sound of wind behind him, and he controlled the arc of his fall, and his body bent to avoid a palm.

The sneak attacker was Tsing Yi.

I saw that his green shirt was gradually stained with bloodstains, and the bleeding three-inch golden lotus gently touched the ground, looking at Mo Yang from afar.

"It turned out to be you. Tsing Yi smiled lightly when he saw Ink Yang's face.

The woman who threw herself into her arms that day turned out to be a man.

This made him weird, and he was a little happy.

It turns out that it is not just yourself who is neither male nor female.

"Little Immortal Chief—is that you?" Aunt Zhang was bolder than others, and looked up to see a familiar figure blocking in front of her, isn't this the little fairy who came to her house to spend the night a few days ago?

Mo Yang nodded lightly, but he didn't dare to leave Tsing Yi, he only said: "Aunt Zhang, your god said that he heard it." ”

Zhang Lixian was stunned, it turned out to be ...... Kunshan City really has gods.

She is just an ordinary woman whose husband died early, and she is alone with her eldest son and has created a huge family business.

I remember many mornings before dawn, she stood tremblingly on the dock in a thin coarse cloth dress, looking at the ship returning from the sea.

The sea breeze is fishy and sweet, blowing on her face, as if sandpaper has rubbed against the skin, and the redness and spots on her face are left at that time, so in old age, many people can't believe that she is the owner of Kunshan Fish Industry.

They must have thought that a woman who lived in such a large house should be pampered and pampered, regardless of grain.

She had to wait for the first batch of the freshest fish, and then she would carry the basket to the store alone.

Trip after trip.

For the first two or three months, her fingers had a circle of deep red marks, which were swollen and undecent.

People say that women are weak, but mothers are strong.

In fact, she can't hold on to it alone.

When people live, if they encounter too many difficulties, they must find something to sustenance.

In this way, in the bitter life, there can be a little sweetness.

She just remembered her grandmother's words and chose to believe in the legend that there is a cat god in Kunshan City.

Every time she feels hard to run a business outside, she will say in her heart:

God, I hope Xiaobao is safe and sound at home, and does not cry or make trouble.

O gods, I hope these guests will think my fish is good.

Gods......

That call, in fact, the kitten god heard it. When Zhang Lixian went out to work, it would sneak into the room and carefully tease the crying child in the cradle, until the child turned from a crying face to a smiling face.

It will quietly eat stale fish in Zhang Lixian's fish basket, and then put in fresher fish......

......

Last night's prayer, the gods received it!

In fact, the gods do not hear everyone's call, so there are always people in the world who do not go well.

However, if a person is positive and willing to carry life, there is no doubt that the gods are also with her.

Mo Yang naturally has no time to think about Aunt Zhang's hundred emotions at the moment, Tsing Yi is a difficult opponent, and his cultivation should be slightly higher than him, which is the foundation building period.

He held the trembling Ling Xiao Sword, knowing that the master was in a hurry, he raised his lips and smiled.

In his mind, the light and elegant figure of the fish in Kunshan City at night appeared, and he closed his eyes and sensed the subtle wind movement around him, and everything was in the ravines in his chest.

Tsing Yi saw that handsome young man, his body seemed to be one with the sword, and the air around him was separated from a natural barrier around him, and then his toes borrowed his strength, spinning, and broke through the prohibition set by Yuan Ziyi like an arrow from the string.

"The thirteen styles of the Sun and Moon Sword Technique - New Moon. ”

Tsing Yi looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, during the Qi refining period, he actually broke Yuan Ziyi's ban!

Even - his sword was not unsheathed.

The pitch-black scabbard, plain and clumsy, did not look at all like something sharp that could break through everything.

But at the moment when Tsing Yi moved in the ink yang, he felt the momentum of breaking the sky.

"Let's go first and go to Kunshan Pavilion on the outskirts of the city. ”

The young man turned his back to them, a white robe fluttering in the wind, and his figure was pulled infinitely high.

It's an immortal!

Then everyone suddenly returned to their souls from hell and fled one after another.

The immortals told them to go to Kunshan Pavilion, Kunshan Pavilion, Kunshan Pavilion.

Tsing Yi frowned, and as soon as he raised his hand to stop it, he heard a sound of breaking the air in his ears, and Ink Yang came with a sword, and the scabbard was against his fingers.

I only heard him say, "What do you do to others what you do not want to be done to yourself?"

In the dark blue eyes of the young man, there is compassion.

Tsing Yi sneered, slapped the scabbard open, reversed the iron fan in his hand, and quickly attacked the ink yang door.

"You know what? Why bother!"

Tsing Yi's moves are sharp, and the moves are aimed at the death hole, and Ink Yang has to avoid its edge, which can be dodged.

These monks, born to be the pride of the heavens, have never looked at the mortals of the earth equally, and they think it is called mercy......

Oh, ridiculous!

If there is really a compassionate god and Buddha, why, why did no one come to save him when he was rubbed to the brim?

Just because he is destined to be the bad guy in the script?

Ink Yang struggled to dodge, and the scabbard and the iron fan struck with a crisp sound.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Tsing Yi's feet bleeding from the fierce fight, oozing out a thick footcloth. Every time his foot landed on the ground, a blood mark was sent.

The ancients said that the lotus is born step by step, is this the case?

Is it really beautiful to water the lotus flower that blooms with blood?

The woman's bones are flexible, and she is still so painful, not to mention that Tsing Yi is a man......

Ink Yang didn't need to think about it to know that it was done by Yuan Ziyi.

That perverted ugly guy.