The sky is getting brighter and the morning light is dimming.
Ye Qingcheng held Fuxiqin and sat down against the flying monster, his delicate body sinking into his soft wings, wrapping her warmly.
Liu Yan'er lay on the bed and opened her eyes. The stinging pain from her arms made her breathe.
Liu Yan'er looked around blankly, thinking about what happened yesterday, and she looked worriedly, as if she wanted to find Qingge's figure.
Qingge limped into the house, holding a bowl of medicinal soup in his hand.
"Drink the medicine soup." Qingge said lightly.
Liu Yan'er looked at Qingge's knees. Qingge changed into clean clothes. There was no smell of blood on her body, but the wound on her knee must have hurt very much.
"Does it hurt..." Liu Yan'er's eyes were red.
Qingge put down the medicine soup, looked at Liu Yan'er helplessly, and showed a gratified smile on her face.
This road is difficult to walk, with bumpy bumps and bumps, and there are many separations of life and death, mental breakdown, physical disasters, and if you are alone, you may not have the courage.
But she was not afraid, and there were too many people accompanying her to fight together in life and death.
As long as I think of a comrade behind me, I can get through it no matter how hard it is, no matter how hard it is, I can get through it.
"Sorry, I can't do anything about your hand." Qingge turned around and looked elsewhere.
"What about your legs?" Liu Yan'er said anxiously.
Qingge shook his head, "It's not cured. The thorns on the iron rod were stained with some toxins and were not cleaned up last night."
"How could this happen?" Liu Yan'er murmured worriedly.
"It just so happens that one is missing and the other is a short leg, which is perfect." Qingge shrugged and didn't care, and joked.
Liu Yan'er smiled helplessly, but two lines of clear tears flowed out of her eyes.
Liu Yan'er covered her mouth and turned her head to look elsewhere, quietly wiping away the tears at the end of her eyes.
"At least I'm glad I'm glad I've saved my life." Liu Yan'er said.
Qingge suddenly sank his face, his eyes full of gloomy, "Mr. Liu, my life is worthless, don't place your faith on me. I'm already tired of living in the world. I don't want to bear the faith of anyone, and I'm even more
A person without faith has a short life, and he just wants a fierce battle, a happy life, and a wonderful life. Mr. Liu, you are only in your twenties. Faced with the prosperity of the gods and the fight between the wolf and the tiger, you are afraid
So if you lose an arm holding a knife, you will give up on yourself. What is this? You still have life, why are you cowardly?"
Qingge walked to the bed, suddenly stretched out his hands and clenched Liu Yan'er's collar and lifted him up.
Two beautiful faces are close at hand.
Qingge opened his vicious and beautiful eyes wide, staring at Liu Yan'er indifferently and ruthlessly, and said with a strong and powerful word: "I don't want to see this kind of thing about blocking my sword in Jinhua Palace for me again, if you do this for this
Death, I will never collect corpses for you. I will never do such things as collecting corpses. Not only that, I will also kick your body a few times and I will spit on you. Either live, die, or be vigorous or
You are mediocre and you can't compromise. You have a strong heart. You are not willing to be mediocre, but you are afraid of monsters, monsters, monsters, monsters, and monsters ahead. Since that's the case, what should you do when you are alive? Wouldn't it be better to end yourself with one knife?"
Qingge spoke sharply and said in a striking manner.
Liu Yan'er opened her charming eyes and was stunned.
Every word of Qingge spoke to her heart.
She was afraid and yearned for it.
She fell from the clouds into the quagmire, and no one in the world called her Master Liu anymore.
And she is not the King of Yan, the top of the Holy Dragon. Looking at the gods, there are thousands of hers, and genius is the most valuable thing.
Liu Yan'er smiled bitterly.
She lowered her eyes and looked at her hands.
The entire arm bone was cut by Princess Jiuque.
It hurts very much, but she is numb and is not afraid of the pain.
"There is a master of the Medicine Sect. Maybe he can cure the wounds of you and me. I wrapped the wounds with medicine powder. I won't fight these days, but it's only half a month, and after half a month, I can't cure it.
This is probably what life will be like.”
Qingge let go of Liu Yan'er and said indifferently: "Since as a swordsman, the hand that holds the knife is useless, are you worthy of the Cangyue Knife that has always been with you?"
Qingge picked up the medicine bowl, held the spoon, and gently fed the medicine.
She feeds her a sip and Liu Yan'er takes a sip.
Liu Yan'er blinked and suddenly smiled.
In an instant, I suddenly realized and realized.
"Did you figure it out?" Qingge stopped feeding medicine and wiped away the tears at the end of Liu Yaner's eyes.
"What do you think?" Liu Yan'er raised her eyebrows, her spirits were flying, and there was no trace of pathology.
Qingge laughed, "It seems that he has come back to life."
The medicine bowl was bottomed, and Qingge covered Liu Yan'er with a soft quilt. "Stay and rest, and I can rest in the next few days. We have to cheer up in the future. In the Jiuzhou Empire, we have many enemies."
Liu Yan'er nodded.
She admired Ye Qingge very much. No matter what she experienced, she could calmly and wisely find a solution.
Her body is as slender as willow branches, and she insists on walking all over the mountains and rivers.
A girl has the world in mind and is determined in all directions.
Qingge walked out of the house with a limp.
In the courtyard, Ye Qingcheng didn't wake up for a long time.
Ye Qingcheng's face was pale, his lips were pale, and his body seemed to have a layer of frost.
This season is not cold winter, how could Ye Qingcheng be so cold?
Qingge felt very confused.
Qingge walked towards the night with a soft silk quilt.
Every step I took, the knees were ripped and painful.
Suddenly, a purple figure fell from the sky.
The man was wearing a purple robe, his eyebrows were picturesque, and his three thousand soft black hairs were naturally hanging down.
He walked to Ye Qingcheng, bent down, and carried Ye Qingcheng with grace and gentle movements.
The wind lifted Ye Qingcheng's sleeves and skirt, and Qingge found that Ye Qingcheng's skin was also bloodless.
It was a nearly transparent white, and the cyan blood vessels were visible to the naked eye.
The light song is terrifying, like the five thunders thunders slamming.
She has only seen such skin on a few people.
Mei Qingchen, Lan Wuxin and Burn Que...
They all come from the blood clan, where people drink blood to make a living, but their skin appears to be a pathological pale.
"Qinzong!" Qingge called out to the man.
"Miss Ye, I'll do it." The man smiled slightly, but he was not as handsome as he was, as elegant as he was, but he was so cruel.
"What's wrong with her?" Qingge asked vigilantly.
She only heard that the Qin Sect is famous and knew that Ye Qingcheng trusted Qin Sect very much, but when she saw Ye Qingcheng at this time, Qingge was suspicious.
Ye Qingcheng chose to follow Qin Zong to wander around the world. Is it good or bad?
"Miss Ye is very worried about her?" Qin Zong asked back.
Qingge clenched the silk quilt tightly, she walked forward a few steps, her eyes becoming colder, "Qinzong, I will give her to you, and my life will almost be given to you. If something happens to her,
, I will never let you go!"
"Don't let me go? Are you?"
Qin Zong sneered, and looked Qingge up and down with contempt.
"Half-demon? No, it's not a pure half-demon, and there's also an elf bloodline? Maybe you don't know that the elf bloodline and the half-demon are repelled. Moreover, your elf bloodline will swallow the blood demon seeds and evolve to the second