Chapter 168 The Style of That Sword

"Mimi...you bastard..." The little thing immediately raised his hairy little paws and wanted to throw them out of the little spirit, but Hong Yu quickly waved his hand at it: "Little boy, don't!"

"Mimi...so stupid..." The little thing shouted sadly, brushed up to the sky, jumped on Hong Yu's body, opened a pair of jewel-like eyes, and looked at Hong Yu's bloody chest at a loss.

"Woo...Woo...!"

The little thing cried and burst into tears. In a hurry, he used his furry little claws to block Hong Yu's bloody wound. From time to time, he turned his head and silently pointed to the little spirit, as if to ask, why is this?

Qianlan hugged Hong Yu tightly, and two lines of tears silently crossed her crystal jade-like cheeks. Her delicate shoulders couldn't help trembling, and her snow-white soft clothes floated with the wind, as if they were dancing a silent sad song.

Looking at Hong Yu's chest, his beautiful little face was rapidly pale, and Qianlan's heart was like a knife.

"Is this teenager who brought himself out of the nine-story god and magic tower going to die under the sword of the little spirit he wants to save?"

"This teenager who transformed himself from an ancient sword into a young girl is going to leave himself?"

"All the way down, he was so heroic and killed everywhere. In the end, he died at the hands of the person he was determined to save... Sure enough, he is the stupidest and stupidest person in the world...!"

Qianlan's jade cheeks were covered with crystal tears. At this moment, she was heartbroken and felt that the world had no color at all.

Farewell, dear...

Farewell, close lover...

"Kill!"

Qianlan closed her eyes in pain, and two lines of tears surged out. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and her peerless face was suddenly solemn. Five slender jade fingers were together and suddenly cut to the head of the little spirit.

"Qianlan, don't..." Hong Yu waved her hand in a hurry. Qianlan cut half of her palm and had to stop. She buried her face in Qianlan's arms and cried bitterly.

"Ha ha, aren't you an ancient sword proud of heaven and earth? Why are you crying? How ugly it is..." Endless blood gushed out in Hong Yu's chest, like a blooming bright rose, but he was trying to grin and smile. With this smile, the blood from the corners of his mouth suddenly gushed out again.

When is it now? I still have the heart to say that people cry ugly!

"What a stupid man..." Qian Lan hugged him crazily, touched his hair at a loss, stroked his face, and blocked the blood from the corners of his mouth with her little hands, but she couldn't stop it.

Blood, dripping blood! What a stupid person's blood!

"Nizi, I said," Hong Yu gasped, but his face was smiling. His eyes were full of tenderness, and the blood in his mouth gushed out. "I will definitely come to save the little spirit, even if it's broken body. Now, I'm here and I've done it. I'm very happy."

"But you just said that if you say it's okay, you must be fine. You said you wouldn't break your promise, but you didn't do it. You're a bad guy, and you don't keep your word. I hate you!" Nizi's little pink fist fell gently on the bad man's chest, and then she held her tightly in her arms, and tears gushed out like a dam that broke the dike.

"What a stupid person..." She snuggled close to the arms of a stupid person, her cheeks close to his chest, and the endless blood stained her green silk and cheeks.

The stupid man's eyes are gradually lax, and his palms are as cold as snow. He feels that his life is losing little by little. He gently took away Qianlan's slender hand and looked at the still pink jade-carved but extremely cold little spirit in front of him. A trace of fog gradually rose in his eyes. Finally, the fog condensed into two tears and flowed down the corners of his eyes...

"Brother, Lingling is very hungry..."

"Brother, don't stand here and don't go. Lingling goes to ask for a steamed bun to eat..."

"Brother, Lingling only needs a steamed bun..."

"Brother, is it okay for Lingling to follow you? Lingling can do everything, cook, wash dishes, and wash clothes.

......

The little spirit's childish voice is still lingering in my ears, so clear. However, the extremely clever and sensible little spirit disappeared and will never be found. The little spirit in front of him has a lovely appearance and a pair of ruthless eyes...

He suddenly stretched out his hand, pointed to the distance, and opened his eyes wide: "Nizi, I'm so cold. I really want to go home. My mother is calling me, and Xiuhe and Xiaoyue are also waiting for me to go home. As well as the master and all the brothers are looking forward to me to go back..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and the outstretched hand suddenly stopped in the air and said nothing.

Qianlan's heart was suffocated and almost fainted. She raised her slender hand, gently closed her eyes for him, wiped the tears from his cheeks, and gently kissed her on her cold lips: "What a stupid person, Qianlan will take you home..."

"Woo...Woo..." The little thing cried sadly and jumped up and down at a loss beside Hong Yu. For a moment, he threw himself into Hong Yu's arms, stretched out two fluffy little claws, and hugged Hong Yu, who was already cold. He didn't want to let go for a moment. His small body couldn't help shaking and looked like It's extremely worrying.

We have been separated from Hong Yu for several years and have just met, but in a blink of an eye, they are separated by yin and yang!

"Mimi...woo...woo..." The little thing looked at the little Lingling with a little face full of tears, as if to ask why, but it was limited to the poor human expression ability, and could only cry.

Qianlan gently picked up the cold Hongyu, brought small things, stepped on the slender **, and slowly stepped away. The three thousand green silks flying with each other, and the white gauze skirt that can't help shaking, are extremely sad and beautiful.

............

Standing in the void, his pure and cold eyes quietly looked at the direction of the disappearance of the two beasts.

At this moment, the little spirit was slightly frightened. She didn't understand why the stabbed teenager in front of her was so fearless of the sword she stabbed, why he looked so sad at the last moment, let alone who the little spirit in his mouth was.

"I'm not called Xiao Lingling. I'm a traceless killer. The past is traceless. This is what the master said."

The little Lingling's cold language was like a cold winter. She raised her pink little hand and looked at the slender sword in her hand. The sword of the long sword was still flowing with the blood of the teenager just now.

At this moment, the little spirit did not have any joy, but a sense of inexplicable loss.

"Why is that teenager... so sad?"

"Who is the little spirit in his mouth?"

"Why did your hands tremble unconsciously when you heard that word in his mouth the moment you took action?"

"Why didn't they kill me? They could have killed me easily!"

The little Lingling's pink and tender face has a coldness that is not commensurate with her age, and question marks flashed in her heart.