Ling'er was a little dizzy and irritable, and when she went upstairs to rest, she passed by Lan Sheng's room.

She stood at the door and paused for a moment, trying to push the door in, but after a moment's hesitation, she returned to her room.

Ling'er was lying on the bed, feeling very uncomfortable. Thinking of the thrilling events she and Lan Sheng have experienced one after another these days, her heart is depressed.

From killing the bear demon in Wuli angrily, to going deep into the tiger's den in the Wei'an Water Bath Center, gambling on life and death, and stopping the pursuit of the little pig demon and the beautiful boy.

From avenging the cedar nuts, staining the battlefield with blood, to being hospitalized, and being secretly tricked by the little pig demon brother Junzai.

Fighting, investigating, and killing, as if they were right in front of you. They have experienced too many catastrophes, too many bloody storms.

The relationship between Ling'er and Lan Sheng is like an umbilical cord, connecting you and me, and whoever leaves no one can live alone.

Ling'er couldn't bear Lan Sheng anymore, she was afraid that one day, Lan Sheng would be snatched away by Wenwen, and she was even more afraid that Lan Sheng would be confused by Wenwen and abandon her and throw herself into Wenwen's arms.

After all, Wenwen was his first love, and he, just in an accidental period of time, in the special environment where Lan Sheng needed the most care and care, quickly approached and fell in love.

Once Wenwen appeared, their previous vows and alliances, they were in the same boat through thick and thin, and they were all like a cloud, floating away lightly.

How do I deal with Wenwen, and what can I do to make sure that Lan Sheng is not snatched away by Wenwen?

In Ling'er's mind, a trace of murderous intent suddenly flashed. Kill Wenwen and never suffer again.

As soon as this thought appeared in her mind, Ling'er blamed herself and scolded herself in her heart.

Ling'er, are you still an immortal? What you just thought was not as good as a fox demon.

If you do that, won't you become a charming fox clan and a blue fox Xiaofei. For the sake of his own happiness, in order to achieve his goal, he will do whatever it takes to kill Lan Sheng's relatives!

Ling'er hated the murderous intention she had just thought, and she couldn't find a solution to the problem. If she can persuade Wenwen to leave Lansheng, she will let herself turn from an immortal to a demon again, and she has no regrets.

Ling'er lay on the bed, her tears wet the pillow towel, and she couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning.

She wept for her love, and grieved for not getting Lan Sheng's complete heart.

For Lan Sheng, she can do nothing, and would rather give her life.

Lan Sheng, can you?

If Wenwen and I encounter disaster at the same time, will you save her first, or will you save me first?

Lan Sheng, you answer me!

Ling'er was in the dark room, burying her head deep in Xia Liang, and fell into a huge darkness.

Weeping, helpless, sad, compassionate, unable to extricate themselves.

Wenwen pulled a pair of red slippers and came to the room that Xin'er arranged for her.

When Ling'er went upstairs, she heard Ling'er's footsteps.

She could even hear that Ling'er's footsteps were worried, heavy, with doubts, worried, crying, dragging irritability.

She could tell that Ling'er paused when she walked to the door of Lan Sheng's room, but she didn't walk in after all.

Instead, he hesitated for a moment, then left the door, and walked down the hallway, into his room.

She chatted with Lan Sheng, and in the chat, she and Ling'er each had their own weight in Lan Sheng's heart.

Lan Sheng is very smart, he only talks about how Ling'er cares about him, how he survives the disaster together, and the hot love words, without saying a word.

When talking about himself, Lan Sheng only talks about the past, only about the future, the present and the present.

Wenwen still felt from the conversation that Lan Sheng's heart fell to Ling'er.

Although there is no love word, the concern for Ling'er can still be seen.

Wenwen was very worried about Lan Sheng's health, and felt severe pain in her heart for Lan Sheng to be seriously injured again.

But she couldn't find a suitable reason to let Lan Sheng leave this place and return to Hangzhou with her to open up a new world that belonged only to the two of them.

She didn't even dare to face Ling'er, face the whole divine calculation. Their eyes contain love, doubts, regret and respect.

Wenwen is not stupid, she can see these subtle emotional changes.

A few times, she also asked herself in her heart, do you still love Lan Sheng, and how much do you love him.

Lan Sheng still loves you or not, if not, what are you going to do.

Similarly, Wenwen couldn't come up with a plan.

Let him give up Lan Sheng, she can't do it.

Let Lan Sheng love himself wholeheartedly, just like when he was in college, just like before he was sick, he couldn't do it.

He was like a duckweed, drifting between two women's lakes. A small wisp of wind could change his trajectory.

Wenwen thought about Lan Sheng, and then thought about Ling'er.

What is the relationship between the three of them, Wenwen can't answer.

She lay on the head of the bed and cried softly, that kind of attachment, that kind of helplessness, that feeling of being snatched away from her love, stabbed her deeply.

It's like a sword, stuck in her heart, she is in pain, she is helpless, she is wronged.

Her mind went blank......

When she got up early in the morning, Ling'er's eye bubbles were a little red and swollen. When passing by Lan Sheng's room, she deliberately lowered the sound of her footsteps.

She didn't want to alarm him, and she didn't want to alarm Wenwen. At this moment, she didn't even want to see Lan Sheng.

She only thought about one thing in her heart, quickly find the little pig demon, get the antidote, and let Lan Sheng get out of this sick situation as soon as possible.

She walked out of the teahouse alone and sent a WeChat message to the lark on the pedestrian street, asking him to come out quickly and go to the Yangdu nightclub with him.

The lark looked at WeChat, hurriedly walked out, and the two of them recited the incantation, and the Dafa of Teng arrived at the Yangdu nightclub on Jiayi Street in Jiamu City in an instant.

Skylark Zi has followed his master these days, and he has basically mastered the Dafa of Shifting, and his skill has increased to the seventh layer, which makes him very bold.

The Yangdu nightclub is open from 2 p.m. until 2 p.m. The two of them came to the first floor, saw that the hall door was locked, and went directly into a general elevator.

As soon as I entered the elevator passage, I was stopped by two security guards: "This elevator is a special elevator leading to the office area on the fifth floor, do you have any business?"

Ling'er said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm going to the fifth floor to find you Mr. Qiao." ”

The security guard said, "Wait a minute, I'll let you know." ”

The lark glanced at Master Ling'er, and a palm flew out, and the security guard who spoke fell to the ground. Another security guard took out a whistle, put it in his mouth and blew it, and was kicked five or six meters away by a lark.

Two people went up to the fifth floor, and a group of security guards were already guarding the elevator door, and with a wave of Ling'er's palms, more than a dozen people fell to the ground.

It may be the depression of these days, Lan Sheng's resentment for being secretly tricked by the Meihu Clan, or the old affection for Wenwen and Lan Sheng, Ling'er acted very ruthlessly, and she came with full of anger.

Ling'er looked at another group of security guards and ran up from the fourth floor.

Ling'er had been here before, and knew that the security passages below were all opened, and the security guards who were resting below all came up.

As soon as they entered the fifth floor, Ling'er fell down with a whirlwind leg. A few people climbed up and were knocked to the ground by the lark with a few palms

Another group of security guards chased upstairs, probably with a shortage of people, and even dozens of cuties, armed with electric batons, axes and swords, and so on, swarmed up.