Chapter 147 Depression

Anger filled his chest, Qin Yan walked quickly, and the black fog all over his body surged with his surging heart. Countless tentacles entangled forward, firmly blocking the direction of Yan Yu and Xiaoxiang.

He walked halfway, but suddenly saw a faint light on the side, and the darkness seemed to be a little dim. A few thin halos flashed in with a figure. Under the gray robe flying, Gong Yun's slightly hoarse voice sounded in the shadow of the hood: "Brother Qin, don't be impulsive!"

Qin Yan snorted and ignored her. As soon as his ankle turned, he was about to bypass her. At this time, he suddenly saw countless light and dark lines flying in front of him. Gong Yunxiu raised his sleeve robe and stopped him with his right arm, and his palm was close to his chest.

It was a charming dance. Wei Fei didn't see how Gong Yunxiu took action at all. He saw a mess of the light in front of him, and it became like this when he regained his vision again. It was not until then that he knew that this ordinary sister-in-law had such a terrible martial arts skill and restrained the chief in an instant...

In a sense, the bonus of combat power of manipulating light and darkness is even above the blood. However, compared with Han Xue, its weakness is also more obvious.

Qin Yan is one of the few people in the demon gate who know the weakness of Jueyishu. Therefore, he didn't pay attention to the threat of Gong Yunxiu at all, and didn't look at the snow-white jade hand on his chest. He shouted coldly, "Get out of the way!"

Gong Yunxiu gently advised, "Brother Qin, I understand your mood, but I have to ask you to think twice. Even if you can come out of the Wusheng Pavilion, if you face Uncle Dugu, you still have no chance of winning!"

Qin Yan snorted coldly, and the gloom between his eyebrows did not dissipated at all because of this sentence, but became stronger and stronger. As soon as he raised his arm and pushed Gong Yunxiu's wrist, he was about to walk away from the other side of her. Unexpectedly, Gong Yunxiu's delicate body also moved half a step, and the other arm was raised and continued to stop in front of Qin Yan.

The sleeve robe on his arm was lifted by a sharp movement, revealing half a tender lotus-like white jade wrist, but there was no beautiful idea in the eyes of the person staring at the jade arm. A person has been tortured for a long and almost soulless time in hell, and any desire should be exhausted. Qin Yan's eyes were only killing and violence, as well as uncontrollable madness.

If this woman insists on being nosy, he doesn't mind being the first to send her to hell first.

Gong Yunxiu raised his face, and the shadow under the hood faded a little, faintly revealing a beautiful face. His dark eyes were like cold stars in the night sky, facing Qin Yan's violent eyes. In a cold murder that almost even blood would freeze, he said slowly: "I promise, if you insist on taking action, After that, I will definitely regret today's impulsive behavior! If you don't believe it, let my blood prove it!"

Her words sounded word by word. Qin Yan's heart was shocked. Seeing her solemn expression, the murderous intention on his face couldn't help but dissipate a little.

Seeing that he was a little wavering, Gong Yunxiu continued, "Even if you really want to kill him, you don't have to rush for a while. You will have a lot of time to use in the future. I think the best thing you should do now is to go back to rest and calm down, so as not to do anything regretful on impulse.

Qin Yan stared at her silently for a long time, suddenly glanced in the direction of Yan Yu and said coldly, "Let you live a few more days. Get out of here!"

As soon as the words fell, the dark world that imprisoned Yan Yu and the two suddenly collapsed, and the darkness rolled back and returned to Qin Yan's body. Yan Yu suddenly felt light and couldn't help exhaling a turbid breath. He looked back at Xiaoxiang's face, grabbed her arm, and walked out without saying a word.

If you lose, you will lose. Your face is just a small matter, as long as Xiaoxiang is fine...

With such an idea to relieve himself, but Yan Yu's heart was always haunted with a lingering anger. How arrogant he is, now he has fallen to the point where he can only walk in confusion even if he is scolded, but this still happens in front of Xiaoxiang...

Hateful! If you hadn't competed with Cheng Gang five years ago, how would you have been able to sit in the position of chief!

But today, he finally found that even if he joined hands with Cheng Gang, he may not be the opponent of that bastard. Five days of hell training made him get more. And today's shame is hard to wash away!

At this point, the qi and blood in his chest shook, his eardrums buzzed, and his footsteps slowed down.

Xiaoxiang, who was pulled by him, saw that he suddenly slowed down and couldn't help shouting, "Brother Yan, are you going back to avenge the chief brother? Forget it, don't die in vain..."

The girl's innocent words are like the sharpest irony at this moment, cutting into the depths of his soul. The anger in my chest almost blew up my chest, but I couldn't find an outlet to vent. He turned his head, barely squeezed out his smiling face under the girl's doubtful gaze, and said, "I--"

After the word "I", I don't know how to interface. For a moment, I couldn't even find a reason to hide it. Suddenly, there was a blackness in front of him, and his body shook a few times. He only felt that the blood in his chest surged into his throat. He could no longer stand the fishy sweetness. He spit out a mouthful of blood and fell on his back and fell on the mountain path.

At this time, Fang Yiyuan and Song Qingsha were walking on the remote mountain road on the other side, breathing the fresh mountain wind and clouds, but their mood was as heavy as carrying the weight of a whole mountain peak. The rare long silence along the way is the best explanation of their sadness.

After walking to a fork in the road, Fang Yiyuan walked to the right path without hesitation, but Song Qingsha paused at the intersection and then accelerated her pace to catch up with Fang Yiyuan's figure.

"Aren't you going to visit Sister Lu Tong?"

"Forget it, I'm not in the mood today."

"What, are you scared? Are you also afraid?"

Fang Yiyuan did not deny this: "I'm thinking that maybe Uncle Dugu's approach is right, but he is still not cruel enough. Since he still can't get a perfect ending in five days, why don't you just close the door forever?"

Song Qingsha giggled and said, "In that case, our dear master will blow his head when he comes back."

"No, it's just some bitterness at most. A small gentleman, a non-toxic husband, Uncle Dugu is neither a gentleman nor a husband. No wonder he is the weakest of the three..." Fang Yiyuan suddenly turned around and said, "However, Sister Song, you seem to laugh particularly happily. Do you think you can develop the chief into your guest?"

"How come. I want to recommend myself, but he has never looked at me..."

"Didn't he just praise you today? Your beauty is also moved by the gods and Buddhas in heaven!"

"Ha, such a sour taste doesn't seem to come from your mouth. I remember you said that you were very confident.

"Confidence and strength are only relatively speaking. To be honest, men all over the world are stingy, and no one will care about stronger opponents. Hey, including me, can't be an exception!" Fang Yiyuan said and suddenly held Song Qingsha in his arms without moving his hands and feet as before. His eyes revealed rare seriousness and said softly, "If you want to leave, please after tonight. I can't live without you tonight."

"Fool, how can I go?" Song Qingsha smiled gently and took the initiative to kiss the man's lips.