"Do it yourself, or should I do it?" Qiu Yunfeng asked coldly with a dark face.
A faint word and a smile. Although An Luoluo didn't say anything, she knew clearly that An Luoluo was angry. If she let Qinghe go privately today, then Qinghe would become An Luoluo's unfaithful person to her.
A little stumbling block on trust.
Because of this incident, her feelings for him will no longer be as pure as before.
"Master." Qinghe looked at Qiu Yunfeng's dark handsome face, his heart was cold and painful. Her young master abandoned her because of the woman in front of him.
Hate, really hate, I wish this woman would die.
Qinghe screamed with hatred in his heart, and his murderous intention towards An Luoluo was even greater, but there was a sad look on his face.
An Luoluo sat there quietly. Suddenly, her body felt cold. She couldn't help but glance at the sky. In the early autumn season, she shouldn't be so cold.
Her eyes moved and fell on Qing He. The centipede was dead but not stiff. There were always some struggles before dying. Thinking of this, she seemed indifferent and casual, but secretly she was on full alert.
Looking at Qiu Yunfeng with faint eyes, he couldn't help but wonder, what would he do if Qinghe killed her again? Will he find out at the first time?
Bang.
The two palms faced each other, and the internal energy exploded, making a loud noise.
Qing He was slapped away by An Luoluo and flew backwards. His already injured body vomited out a large amount of blood foam, and he could no longer move. He glanced at Qing He on the ground coldly and ruthlessly, and saw the slightest trace of blood coming from his body.
The pain brought back her consciousness.
An Luoluo lowered his head and glanced at the wound on his left shoulder. It seemed that since he knew that ancient warriors had ancient martial arts abilities, he had forgotten that this world was in a high-tech era and there was still the existence of this gun.
This little Qinghe was really not something she could underestimate. In the name of palm-fighting, he actually used guns to assassinate her. Even though she was already on guard, she was still injured.
"Luoluo." Qiu Yunfeng's frightened and worried voice came to mind in his ears.
An Luoluo raised his head and saw a pair of frightened, worried and annoyed black eyes, and a coldness appeared on his lips. Beside him, right in front of his eyes, she was hurt.
Should he say that he was too unprepared for Qing He, or that he was not important at all. Even if he knew that Qing He wanted to kill her, he was not at all defensive.
With his eyes turning, with unspeakable sadness, An Luoluo remained silent, just looking at Qiu Yunfeng, his whole body filled with resistance.
She didn't want to stay here, didn't want to see the person in front of her.
An Luoluo turned around indifferently, with a coldness about not letting strangers in, and walked towards the outside.
No matter where she goes, at this moment, she doesn't want to stay here.
"Luoluo, you're injured." Qiu Yunfeng gasped, his eyes worried and annoyed. He really didn't expect Qinghe to do something in front of him.
Seeing An Luoluo's hands, his heart ached so much that he wished he was the one who got hurt.
"You should deal with her first." The warm touch on his hand made An Luoluo's consciousness clear for a moment, and she knew clearly that the person in front of her was the person who had always treated her tenderly and affectionately.
However, after knowing it, she still didn't want to pay attention to her or see her.
Turning her head to give him a weak and shallow smile, An Luoluo turned around. The wounds on her body were just small injuries, and the slight pain in her heart was faint and shallow, but it could not be ignored.
