Qian Yunli was shocked, but her eyes still didn't open. The silhouette of clashing swords swirled in her ears. The next moment she fell into a warm embrace. The smell that filled her body was the smell she hated most.
.
She didn't know if it was because she had smelled it for a long time, but she found this smell very reassuring.
"Li'er, Li'er, wake up."
Jingchen patted Qian Yunli's cheek several times, but her face had no other color except a dead white.
Jingchen picked up Qian Yunli and looked at Fengyun Leiden who was fighting with Ba Sha. He held her bleeding palm in his hand.
There was a line of deathly coldness on his handsome face, like a devil without the breath of life.
"Fengyun Leiden, kill, leave no one behind!"
"yes!"
Each of the four people who received the order had a murderous look on their faces, and the swords in their hands also changed their methods in unpredictable ways.
Jingchen just watched the fight coldly. The Twelve Black Eagles were destined to perish here. He had promised that man not to touch his people, but he dared to touch his people. Then don't
Blame him for being ruthless.
At first, the four of them, Fengyun Leiden, showed mercy when they fought each other, because they all knew the relationship between Jingchen and that person, and the Twelve Black Eagles were his people.
When Jingchen said "kill", they showed no mercy.
A sword pierced the throat and pierced the heart. Fengyun Leiden was trained by Jingchen, and his methods were all very sharp.
Until all the eight people in front of him fell down, and the Twelve Black Eagles completely disappeared from the world. Jingchen stood in the middle of the green forest, his crescent-colored robe flying in the air, but there was a scarlet blood on his chest.
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Jingchen's eyes stayed on the corpses of the four and eight evil spirits who were hanged, and he said coldly: "Take care of this place so that no one can see any traces."
"yes."
Jingchen looked at Qian Yunli in his arms tenderly, his eyes were not as cold as before, but more tender.
"I said, I will not let go of anyone who touches you."
Qian Yunli's tightly closed eyes moved, as if she heard Jing Chen's words.
The crescent-colored figure flashed and disappeared into the bamboo forest together with the figure in his arms.
Fengyun Leiden, look at me and I look at you. If they still don’t understand Qian Yunli’s status in Jingchen’s mind, then they are idiots.
Jingchen's words were too cruel.
He killed the person and destroyed the body to prevent the other party from knowing.
Jingchen's intention is to remove all the corpses and blood stains from the scene. When someone comes to investigate, nothing can be found. The corpse has been dissolved by the corpse powder, and the blood has also been eroded. Even if the Da Luo Immortal is still alive,
There is no evidence of their existence.
Jingchen is the king of poison in the world, and his poison is not something you can simply talk about.
When Qian Yunli woke up, he was in the bathtub. His breath was filled with the unpleasant smell of medicine and the smoke. Just as he was about to move, he opened his eyes and found that this seemed to have happened.
Several large acupoints on her body were stabbed with needles, and she couldn't move. The water in the tub was milky white...
This color……
Sure enough, before she could make an accurate judgment, she felt something slippery and squirming in the tub, touching her skin in the tub from time to time. Even wearing thin clothes, the silky feeling...