The host of fast time travel was kissed by the hero after his death

Chapter 138 The Fat Golden Dragon of the Indifferent Immortal Venerable 29
The cold, glamorous young man trembled with laughter, his red lips were hooked, and his translucent and clear red eyes were full of cunning and complacency.

He touched his lips up and down, and was about to speak, when a murderous palm slapped him viciously.

Qian Yuan reacted quickly, turned sideways, barely dodging.

On the vacant seat where he was supposed to be standing, the ground was split open by that palm wind.

Spreading out the wide ground, deep ravines appeared.

This was enough force to kill him in one blow.

Qian Yuan's eyes flashed with astonishment: When did Shangguan Yi cultivate higher than him?
Thinking this way in his heart, he still smiled with an extremely shameless foolishness on his face: "Why..."

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a loud "bang!", and Qian Yuan was hit hard again in the abdomen by Shangguan Yixin's palm.

His body flung out uncontrollably.

The whole person collided head-on on the big rock with the three red letters "Yunyi Peak" written on it.

"Pfft—" Qian Yuan lay limp on the ground, and spat out a mouthful of thick blood.

His limbs struggled and twisted feebly.

Behind him, the huge stone also cracked into a spider web-like crack.

Qian Yuan's beautiful eyebrows frowned, and it was difficult to breathe in pain.

In the body, the bones seemed to be broken.

If he moved, it would hurt him.

"Heh, heh heh—" After the pain, there was another burst of crazy laughter, "Okay, that's great..."

Qian Yuan struggled to stand up, and forcibly used the devil energy in his body to reattach the broken ribs in his body inch by inch.

Those red eyes were full of blood, and the brightness in the eyes was terrifyingly bright: "It's cool, it's cool!"

Qian Yuan smiled lowly, dragged his body, and stepped forward again step by step, drawing Shangguan Yi's face with both hands like a demon: "Shangguan Yi, come on, keep hitting me. Hit—"

The snow-colored and clear-clothed person stood upright, with a cold and clear face, and in the black eyes, a storm was raging.

Shangguan Yi stood in front of Lan Yao, and the desire to kill in his heart was so high that it could destroy the world.

He prevented Lan Yao and Qian Yuan from looking at each other, and the hand hanging by his side was tightly clenched into a fist.

On the back of the hand, blue veins protruded, and the joints were slightly white, almost transparent.

Even though Shangguan Yi's body was full of strong coercion, enough to instantly wipe him out, it was overwhelmingly squeezing Qian Yuan.

Qian Yuan still didn't give up.

His body was heavy, and it was as if there were hundreds of catties of lead hanging on his feet.

However, those hands that were raised high and caressed the void were full of attachment and stupidity.

"Hit me, hit me, come and hit me..." Qian Yuan muttered word by word.

"Dang" sounded.

He stepped on something under his feet.

The crisp sound broke the extremely gloomy air.

"Huh?" Qian Yuan paused slightly, lowering his head in doubt.

With one foot on the edge of the cliff, Shangguan Yi, who was on the verge of explosion, also stagnated emotionally because of Qian Yuan's bow.

On the ground, the one that was stepped on by someone was the shining golden square sword engraved with the word "Yao" that was thrown on the ground by the owner.

There was an eerie slump and silence in the air for a moment.

Shangguan Yi's face twitched, his mood was slightly complicated.

Behind him, Lan Yao, who had no intention of Shangguan Yi and Qian Yuan, was frantically groping for his body, looking for his storage bag.

What about the square sword?Where's my square sword? !

#论# How do you feel when you lose your most important weapon in a fight? #
Lan Yao was extremely panicked, turning his head back and forth to look.

Qian Yuan bent down in an inexplicable mood, his feet moved slightly, and he moved his feet away from the long stick.

With subtlety, Qian Yuan held the square sword in his hand.

He sized up the golden light in his hand, and the square sword made of excellent materials, his eyes gradually became weird.

Qian Yuan pursed his lips, and his eyes casually glanced at Shang Guanyi: "This is..."

Lan Yao, who heard the voice, jumped out and saw it.

He was shocked and raised his hand to grab it: "That's my master!!!"

damn it!
It's embarrassing to throw it into the world of cultivating immortals!
The most important weapon, unexpectedly... was obtained by the enemy! ! !
Lan Yao blushed, extremely ashamed.

He was about to snatch it in a hurry, but Qian Yuan, who only slightly bent his lips, suddenly raised a strange smile.

The corners of his lips deepened, and the raised lips made people inexplicably creepy.

But listening, Qian Yuan smiled very ambiguously, and cast a wink at Lan Yao: "So, the young master likes this kind of thing?"

Lan Yao felt a chill, and suddenly stopped in his tracks, without the slightest desire to go forward.

Shangguan Yi, who wanted to stop Lan Yao from approaching, looked at Lan Yao's distorted face and put down his hand to stop him.

Qian Yuan's thin white fingers slid upwards along the golden stick.

Little by little, the fingertips moved along the edge of the stick, and finally, moved to the top square.

He licked his lips lustfully, and with a slight movement, he pulled the collar even wider.

Gently stroking the word "Yao" on the square sword with his right hand, Qian Yuan stared at Lan Yao with seductive eyes: "Young Master, this word should be your name, right? Young Master Yao~"

An ordinary call, on his lips, seemed to have turned a hundred and eight thousand miles, with an extremely strong charm.

The very ordinary name was called out by him with a low hum.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Lan Yao collapsed and covered his ears.

The whole person felt extremely uncomfortable: "I'm not clean anymore, I'm not clean anymore!"

Lan Yao was wronged, Lan Yao wanted to cry.

why!
Why do I suddenly feel that there is something else in my name?
Obviously, such a mighty and domineering name!

With a cool hand, he patted the top of his head lightly.

A faint cold breath slid past the tip of his nose.

Lan Yao's anxious mood was suddenly calmed down.

He turned his head pitifully, looked at Shang Guanyi, and shouted in a choked voice: "Master."

Shangguan Yi's hands froze, and his eyes became a little bit darker.

Behind him, Qian Yuan shouted again, unwilling to be lonely: "Young Master Yao~~~"

With Shangguan Yi's support, Lan Yao turned his head angrily without fear of anything: "Stop arguing with me and give me your tongue—"

彻底转过头的蓝曜，眼眸瞬间瞪大，瞳仁骤缩的再次高喊了起来：“啊啊啊啊啊！！！你在干什么！你要干什么！！！”

I saw that Qian Yuan was pulling his clothes with his left hand, and holding the top of the square sword with his right hand, pressing towards his chest.

Lan Yao's collapsed anger made Qian Yuan wink and smile with great enjoyment: "Of course it's printed on my chest, young master, your name~"

Lan Yao was blown up.

(End of this chapter)