(What’s the difference between loneliness and loneliness? I think it’s good to use ‘mo’. I’m wondering if membrane can be used, hehe...)
The cold wind suddenly subsided, and the heaven and earth were silent, just like the silence before the bridal chamber.
Beautiful snowflakes fell from the sky, falling on the trees, on the mud piles, and among the blue stones. In a moment, the huge square was once again covered with a layer of white gauze.
The fallen snow and the unmelted snow cover the cold heart.
"Have you always doubted me?" Zi Bing did not answer his question, and said with a smile: "I want to ask, when did you start to doubt me? Since you have always doubted me, why did you still let me succeed?
?Qin Xiang, I appreciate your talents, including your alchemy and martial arts, but I actually hate your arrogance and arrogance."
Qin Xiang didn't make a sound, the blood on the edge of his palm was still slowly gushing out from his fingers, dripping, dripping, dripping, falling on the thin snowflakes, dotted with touches of bright red, as if
The most suitable dubbing was given to Yanyan's voice that was filled with endless sarcasm, indifference, and even cold-bloodedness.
Cold heart, cold words, frozen blood.
"Because of your failure, you find yourself what you think is the best excuse to cover up your arrogance and ignorance; because of your failure, you blame it all on your emotional indifference to cover up your self-righteous deep feelings.
.
"You think you can control everything, and everything is under your control. Even the water-painting saint who never talks about love between men and women will look like a prostitute under your arrogance and tenderness.
I also took off my clothes and threw myself into your ugly chest, letting you be frivolous and do whatever you wanted.
"Bing'er Bing'er, when I heard this name, I wanted to vomit out everything I ate ten days ago." Zi Bing still had a sweet smile on her face, but her words were like a cold poisonous snake in the dark night.
It's like spitting out scarlet letters, making people feel like the hairs all over their body stand on end.
Qin Xiang suddenly laughed, a bit inexplicable, and it was so confusing that he seemed to suddenly realize: "Not to mention that what you ate ten days ago has long been excreted with your menstruation, polluting the mainland.
Land - Although I don’t know if the women you draw waterbenders have menstrual periods. But one thing is certain, the women who draw waterbenders are all perverts.
"I finally understand why women from the Water Painting Sect don't marry. The reason is very clear. I think the ancestors of the Water Painting Sect must have been abandoned by many men in the past."
"You're talking nonsense... You've changed your mind. You dare to insult the ancestors of our sect..." Zi Bing's expression finally changed, and she pointed at him with a slender jade finger, without the previous enchanting smile.
"Oh, I only had sex with you once, am I so annoying to you?" Qin Xiang sighed, and said lonely (not Luomo this time): "Actually, as long as you don't like women, I still like them very much.
of your body.”
As he spoke, his eyes swept from her feet to her head, and she sighed: "The figure is really good, oh, what a pity, what a pity."
"You...bastard, you're talking nonsense, when will I fuck...you..." Zi Bing's face turned extremely ugly instantly. She could never imagine that this man would actually say such shameless things in front of so many people,
Such insulting words to her.
Did Zi Bing, the saint who painted the water sect, fall in love with this man?
Compared to the saint Zi Bing's qi evil spirit, Shangguan Wenqing, Yuan Wuji, Jin Yan and other disciples of the two realms were all dumbfounded. They looked at Qin Xiang with anger, envy, jealousy and resentment in their eyes.
Of course, the most angry thing is, damn, why isn’t the man me?
"Haha, Junior Sister Zibing, you water sect female disciples can really have sex with men..." Jin Yan licked his lips and shamelessly asked the question that all men want to ask.
The female disciples of Hua Shui Sect are all as beautiful as flowers, with crystal clear water, and they are all water-attributed energy bodies. It can be said that they are the objects that male disciples of other major sects dream of. If it is true as Qin Xiang said, wouldn't it be true?
Will they all have this opportunity in the future? Although Jin Yan does not indulge in women, but when he sees the female disciples of the Painting Water Sect, he still feels longing in his heart, especially for a woman like Zi Bing who has a fairy body.
He is the most outstanding disciple of Hua Shuizong, who wouldn't covet him?
They don't have Qin Xiang's vision. They can tell at a glance that a girl is still a virgin. So after hearing Qin Xiang's words and then seeing Zi Bing's reaction, and thinking about Zi Bing's approach to Qin Xiang, it took some time.
Coupled with the affectionate name Qin Xiang called her before, they already believed it.
"Senior Brother Jin, don't listen to this lunatic's nonsense. I don't have that... with him. He is just talking nonsense. He just wants to retaliate against me and destroy my reputation." Zi Bing glared angrily.
Jin Yan glanced at him, hissed, and then looked at Qin Xiang with extremely vicious eyes.
Only at this moment did her true nature show up on her face for the first time.
"Oh, Bing'er, why bother?" Qin Xiang said with a painful expression: "Actually, I am a very domineering man. Since you gave it to me for the first time, you are my woman. Even if you liked a woman before, I
I won’t mind, because I believe that I will use my true feelings, my dominance and my strength to awaken you, the lost lamb, and make you a normal girl, ah, should be a woman. Don’t worry,
I will definitely be responsible for you."
"Fuck your mother--"
Zi Bing finally collapsed and became hysterical. As a Saint of Painting Water Sect, she actually uttered a bloody curse word. With the sound of "Star", a ray of blue light broke through the air and slashed towards Qin Xiang, and her
The people also rushed over like the wind.
Hong Tianlei stepped out with the intention of intercepting him. Qin Xiang snorted coldly: "Let me do it-"
"But you..."
Hong Tianlei looked worriedly at the blade held by his left hand and did not move back.
"She insulted my mother." Qin Xiang's cold voice was colder than ice and snow. Hong Tianlei subconsciously stepped back when he heard the voice that was extremely indifferent due to extreme anger.
The Purple Ice Saint is not called Zi Bing. Purple Ice is actually the general name for the owner of the Saint Sword of the Painted Water Sect. This is a rule that has been passed down for thousands of years. Only a handful of direct disciples in each major sect know this secret.
The blue crystal-like sword that Narcissus is offering now is the Purple Ice Saintess Sword. The sword is three feet and four inches long, and its blade is in the shape of a wave, just like the body of a beautiful woman. The entire blade is crystal blue.
Like jade, the water light diffuses the shadows, its mechanism is enchanting, the sword merges with the sky and the earth to paint a scene, and it can collect thousands of meters of water.
As soon as the purple ice saintess sword came out, the surrounding water elements swarmed in like swarms of pods that had found their mother. In the short space of two meters, the blue crystal light of the sword body had reached an incredible level.
"Purple River Condensation, Condensation——"
A dazzling blue light shot out. Qin Xiang had just stepped out and instantly condensed into ice crystals. Among the crystal clear ice crystals, all he could see was his swaying tiger eyes and his outstretched right hand.
Fixed in the air.
And in the midst of this scream, the Purple Ice Saint Narcissus was already dancing with the Purple Ice Saint Sword, stabbing straight towards Qin Xiang's chest. Wherever the Saint Sword passed, the space seemed to be cut into pieces, or...
, that space can only be regarded as thin pieces of paper, which can be stabbed instantly without any obstruction.
The condensation of Zichuan, the sword of the saint!
This is the ultimate killing blow of the Purple Ice Saintess Sword. Among people of the same level, basically not many people can dodge it if they are not prepared in advance.
There is a secret hidden in the Purple Ice Saintess Sword, a secret that temporarily freezes the space. This auxiliary function is called Purple River Condensation. Only the disciples of the Purple Ice Saintess know this secret. Once caught, they will be imprisoned.
Unless a person has a strength twice as strong as the confinement, it is possible to break the ice confinement.
And even if it is able to open the prison, it will definitely take a while. And this time is enough for the person holding the sword to kill the imprisoned person dozens of times.
Out of anger, shame, and slander, Narcissus Yu used this trick in her first attack on Qin Xiang.
The condensation of Zichuan, the sword of the saint, can only be stopped by death!
Hong Tianlei had already retreated, and Athos had also retreated. At this moment, no one could save Qin Xiang. Only when he rushed up, he watched Qin Xiang, who was already seriously injured, being hit by the enchanting blue crystal again.
The Purple Ice Saintess Sword broke through the ice fiercely and pierced into the flesh of Qin Xiang's chest...
(ps: Chapter 2 is here in a few minutes... Actually, I don’t dare to go to the hospital for a check-up...)
