Chapter 138 Sudden Change

Today's third update, the first update...

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Jian Twelfth's face changed, and he asked coldly, "Seventh sister, everyone, don't be too amazing! What exactly do you want?"

Jian Qimei walked to Ma Xiaolong's side with a smile, leaned over and picked up Ma Xiaolong's chin. Ge Gejiao smiled and said, "Such a strong man, can you stand it alone? As long as you promise to share it with me, hee... If the seventh sister has a good time, naturally she won't tell the young master about it!" A cold light flashed in Jian Twelfth's eyes, and a charming smile appeared on his face and said, "Since the seventh sister likes it, the little sister can't ask for it, but she has to cure this enemy first!" Otherwise, what if he doesn't do things hard!"

"Bah! ***Wrewd woman!" Ma Xiaolong scolded disdainfully.

Jian Qi's face changed, and then he smiled and said, "Oh, this wild man is really angry. It seems that he still needs to be **. Hee hee, men are all mouth-to-mouthed. In fact, he has long wanted to press the Lun family on the ground fiercely **, and pretending to be a gentleman on his face!"

"Hee hee! That's right, I think he stared at the seventh sister's chest and the water was about to dry up!" Jian Twelfth also smiled. Jianqi put his hands in front of his chest and smiled. He didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and the two groups in his chest shook more violently. Ma Xiaolong swallowed his saliva unnaturally, and his face couldn't help blushing.

"Haha! This wild man is still pretending!" Jianqi smiled more happily.

Do you want to touch it? Call your sister to listen, my sister will make you full..." Jianqi leaned over and put the two balls in front of Ma Xiaolong. The two peaks almost touched Ma Xiaolong's face, and Ma Xiaolong hurriedly leaned back.

"Hee hee, still shy... huh!" Jianqi suddenly felt a slight wind behind him and hurriedly turned around and slapped him.

Bang! Poo! Sword Twelve was hit in the chest by a palm, flew out backwards and hit the wall of the cave, spewing out a mouthful of blood. A bright dagger was inserted in Jianqi's right chest. The blood dyed his chest red. He stared at a pair of phoenix eyes, and his pretty face was a little twisted. He reached out and pulled out the dagger in front of his chest, and a stream of blood soared out. Jian Qi raised the dagger and pushed him to Jian Twelfth^ step by step. His eyes were full of resentment. Jian Qi covered his chest and half lay on the ground, moving back little by little! But soon the stone hit the wall of the cave. Ma Xiaolong was completely stunned by the changes in front of him and didn't understand why Jian Twelve suddenly attacked Jianqi.

"Mys... Twelfth sister, you... so bold, hiss... dare you... I'm going to cut you off **, and then let you watch how I linger with your sweetheart... hee hee... hiss!" Jianqi's right lung may have been stabbed, and hissed sounded in his chest and throat.

The cultivation of Jian Twelfth has always been a little worse. Although the sneak attack was successful, he was also slapped and sealed with spiritual power. He could only look at Jianqi forced over.

"Hey... hiss!" Jian Qi stretched out his bloody hand and pulled Jian Twelve's skirt. Jian Twelve exclaimed and looked at Ma Xiaolong opposite him in despair. His eyes were so sad and sad. Ma Xiaolong's heart jumped, took a deep breath, reluctantly lifted a little spiritual power, jumped up a little, and hugged Jianqi's legs and dragged back! A long blood stain was pulled out on the ground.

Jian Qi turned around and wanted to stab Ma Xiaolong's head. Ma Xiaolong turned his head slightly, and the blade made a cut on his cheek. Ma Xiaolong pinched his hands, strangled Jian Qi's throat, and turned over and rode on her. Jianqi's eyes turned white, and his throat made a gurgling sound. The dagger in his hand pierced Ma Xiaolong's shoulder, and then the blood soared out. Ma Xiaolong gritted his teeth and strangled her neck. The strength of Jianqi's hands slowly loosened. He kicked his feet a few times, and his hands hung down softly. Dang! The dagger fell to the ground. Ma Xiaolong pinched for a while before he let go of his hands and rolled aside, panting.

Jian Twelve cried with joy, struggled to get up, walked to Jianqi, picked up the dagger on the ground, and stabbed a few more fiercely before he was relieved. Ma Xiaolong's heart was very strong. This woman, watery Yang Hua, was cruel and had to kill her sisters. Why did she save me?

Jian Twelve threw away the dagger and gasped to help Ma Xiaolong bandage the wound on his shoulder, and his face was full of care and shyness. Ma Xiaolong's heart trembled when he saw it and said secretly, "This witch doesn't really like me, does she?"

"Can you still lift your spiritual power?" Sword Twelve is gentle. Ma Xiaolong shivered and nodded: "A little bit!"

"Help me untie the spiritual power!" The twelve faces of the sword showed joy. Ma Xiaolong hesitated for a moment, but still took a deep breath, reluctantly picked up a little spiritual power, and poked his finger under the left breast of Jian Twelve! Jian Twelfth's face was slightly red, and he said andly, "It's biased! A little more!"

Ma Xiaolong poked another point in embarrassment. Jian Twelve immediately bounced up, tucked up Ma Xiaolong with his left hand, picked up Jian Qi's body with his right hand and ran out, saying urgently, "You have to get out of here quickly..."

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More than a dozen people in the Fire Soul Hall galloped towards the northeast.

Lv Pangzi sat in the front with big sleeves. Ye Jun drove the Tianqian sword the size of a boat with a bitter face. Lv Pangzi sat on the tip of the Tianqian sword and introduced the geography and humanities below to his disciples while drinking leisurely. Rong Rong and Yan Yun'er leaned against Lv Fatty's side side by side with flying swords, listening to Lv Pangzi's nonsense with great interest. Ouyang followed with a blank face, and the other two who flew alone were Leng Ao and the obscene Wu Zui!

It is not surprising that Leng Ao can spend more than a year from the middle level of Hualing to the refining period. What surprised Ye Jun most is that Wu Zui looks at least 30 years old, and his actual age is just 20. Ye Jun is really shocked. The mysterious Dongyu looked at the eighth and ninth level of the spirit. She sat behind Ye Jun's Tianqian Sword without saying a word. There were four young disciples in the middle and late stages of the spirit behind her, all of whom were about seventeen or eight years old. Dongyu looked at Ye Jun's back with a complicated face, sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle, sometimes shy, sometimes gritted his teeth, and sometimes touched his lower abdomen confusedly.

Ye Jun naturally didn't know Dongyu's complicated mood. He was driving the Tianqian sword with sweat. There were seven people sitting on the sword, which was not easy. He had to fly for almost ten days and ten nights in one breath. Ye Jun couldn't stand it and gritted his teeth. In Lu Pangzi's words, "The way of cultivation is to work hard. It takes twelve days from the Fire Soul Hall to the Misty Forest. If you can't hold on like this, you don't want to make progress, let alone cultivate your divine consciousness to the point of being strong enough to force the blood demon red lotus out of the divine sea! Tenacious will is an important part of the exercise of consciousness!"

Ye Jun took out a bottle of Huiling elixir from the storage bag, hesitated for a moment, and stuffed the Huiling elixir back into the storage bag. Leng Ao glanced at Ye Jun, and suddenly the long sword under his feet was closed. He jumped to the Tianqian Sword and sat down cross-legged with no expression on his face. Ye Jun smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Leng, don't you want my life!"

Leng Ao held his hands and said lightly, "Your life is worthless!!" Ye Jun laughed, and there was a smile in both of them. The corners of Ouyang's mouth twitched slightly, and a trace of imperceptible fierceness flashed in his eyes. He said secretly, "Ye Jun has been refined. It seems that he can't provoke him this time. As for this coldness, huh..."

Ye Jun's laughter naturally attracted Yan Yun'er and Rong Rong to look back. Yan Yun'er glanced at Ye Jun, who was sweating with a little heartache, and then stared at him coldly and proudly, and said to himself, "Why is this man like this? He can fly and sit up roguely. The stinky guy is going to die!" Rongrong simply opened her mouth and scolded, "Brother Leng, you can fly and sit on it by yourself. Rongrong has flown by herself. It's really shameless!"

"Puff!" Dong Yu covered her mouth and laughed, and the four disciples behind her, three men and one woman, all laughed one after another. Leng Ao was stunned, and his cracked mouth opened a bright smile. In an instant, it was like a ten-thousand-year iceberg melted. Rong Rong and Yan Yuner couldn't help but be stunned. The iceberg could still laugh, and the smile was very innocent. Before they could react, the "iceberg" was frozen again. Rong Rong's index finger blinked doubtfully on her bright red lips, and turned her head to Lv Fatty and said, "Fat uncle, it's strange that the cold brother can laugh!"

"Puff!" Fatty Lu spit out a mouthful of wine and coughed repeatedly!

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PS: I'm sorry, I went to bed after four o'clock last night and got up late! Sorry