Chapter 1418

"Please forgive me, master Yue. In order to protect herself, I can't help you. I can only give you the pills I have saved when he is suffering from blood and flesh blur and only has one breath..."

The rest of the words have not finished, suddenly a "bang" loud, so that Duan Ziyin a Leng.

The more Qingqi's lips trembled, the more murderous his eyes burst out, "that fairy, how dare she, how dare she!!"

The dead wife died early, and he became a father and a mother to raise his son. Finally, everyone's hatred turned into hatred for himself. If he had insisted, he would have fought for the death of a fish and broken the net. He would have prevented him from going out. Things would never fall into the present situation.

Duan Ziyin, who has been watching more and more Qing Dynasty, knows that the more Qing Dynasty's hatred is enough now. He will definitely not stop until he reaches his goal and knows inmanshu by himself.

She didn't plan to stimulate it any more, otherwise, Yueqing would lose her mind, so she would only be in disorder.

She sipped her lips. "The medicine that inhibits cultivation will cause irreparable damage to the body if it lasts for a long time. What's more, the cultivation cannot be further improved in a poor life. So, please calm down and succeed at one stroke."

Duan Ziyin looks at the clearer and deeper.

The more clear she said, the more clear she understood. But how could he calm down when she heard the tragedy of Fusang? I just hate that I can't rush to enrol sect and kill that fairy for revenge!

He thought benevolence jumps straight, restrain the anger in the heart reluctantly, "I know, please don't worry about Miss Duan, this move, certainly not lose Miss Duan's expectation!"

When it's over, Duan Ziyin doesn't plan to stay.

Before leaving, Yueqing takes out a humble bottle from the sleeve and hands it to Duan Ziyin. Between the two eyes, everything is silent.

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after bathing, Su Kui lies on the couch lazily. She is only wearing a white cotton lining, her hair is wet, and she is barefoot on the soft collapse to close her eyes.

The flush from the ear root mixed with the smell of mandala and musk in the air, silently telling what happened in this room.

The more Fusang's black hair hung down to his waist, he sat at the table, holding the cup in his hand. He scattered in a robe, a casual gesture, and the usual cold meticulous look, very different.

Afterwards, there was no warmth, no caress, only silence in the air.

Su Kui lay for a long time with her eyes closed. She heard the rustle in her ears. She slowly opened her eyes. The dark red eyes looked not far away, and the bottom of her eyes flashed light. Yue Fusang has dressed up and once again returned to his elegant appearance, as if he was not the man who just wanted to rub her into his bones.

After he put it on, he raised his eyes and saw her looking over. The two eyes met in the air and opened naturally.

More Fu mulberry thin lip light purses, silent.

Su Kui sneered, with a touch of sarcasm on his lips. He did not know whether he was laughing at his own amorous behavior or his posturing. Languid words from the red lips overflow, tone thin cool, "go out, I'm tired."

Tired -

hearing this, the more Fusang's light eyes were slightly stunned, he looked at Su Kui deeply, opened his mouth, and finally, he said nothing, retreated silently.

They held each other for too long, as if whoever bowed his head first would admit defeat. At first hearing this, he didn't know how to react.