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

Chapter 139 The Fat Golden Dragon of the Indifferent Immortal Venerable 30
Lan Yao shouted angrily: "No! I won't allow it!!!"

No no no no no no!

Lan Yao's 1 bad thoughts passed by in succession. He had never regretted it so much, and he had never hated someone so much.

As long as he thought of his name being printed on his chest by such a filthy person, he felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable all over.

Lan Yao, who only used the square sword as a tool to slap people's mouths, collapsed his worldview.

"Hmm~" Qian Yuan continued to hold the square sword and pressed it up regardless, "Young Master Yao, don't be so polite~"

As he said that, a red flame appeared in Qian Yuan's hand, and immediately burned the entire square.

He was determined to let the word "Yao" be imprinted on his body.

"No, no, no, no!!!" Lan Yao grabbed Shangguan Yi's arm, crying, "Master, I don't want it!"

Shangguan Yi's eyes flickered slightly, full of weird smiles after he succeeded.

His thin lips curled up slightly, as if he was enjoying Lan Yao's request for help.

Lightly raising his hand, with one movement, he took the square sword that should have been in Qian Yuan's hand.

"Yao'er." Shangguan Yi handed the square sword to Lan Yao.

Lan Yao never felt that his name, read from Shangguan Yi's mouth, was so nice.

The emotion on his face didn't last long, and it became ugly because of the close eye contact with Fang Fangjian.

"No no no no no!" Lan Yao shook his head crazily, abnormally refusing to continue the in-depth discussion with the Square Sword, "I don't want it anymore, I don't use the Square Sword anymore!"

Lan Yao looked sad and weeping, his whole body wanted to cry but had no tears, and his mood was extremely sad.

What a sword!
What a weapon!

But now... when he saw the square sword, what he remembered in his mind was the picture of Qian Yuan holding the square sword and printing on his chest.

He was afraid, he was completely afraid.

Goodbye, Square Sword.

Lan Yao looked at Fang Fangjian weeping.

The golden square sword also seemed to shed faint tears, saying goodbye to Lan Yao.

In the next second, Fang Fangjian was cremated mercilessly by Shangguan Yi.

Extremely top-notch materials were burnt to pieces by Shangguan Yi,

Lan Yao felt extremely relaxed and comfortable.

He pursed his lips tightly, and silently said goodbye to Fang Fangjian in his heart.

Goodbye, my lost youth.

In the system space, 229 almost laughed unhappily after seeing everything.

great great!

Finally—finally! ! !
The host finally gave up the idea of ​​promoting the square sword!
Thank God, thank you, thank you for this psycho!
The neurotic Qian Yuan complained to Lan Yao in an extremely displeased manner; "Young master! How could you treat me like this~"

Lan Yao's face trembled because of his words, and he no longer wanted to fight with him.

The only idea is to run away immediately and get as far away from him as possible.

"Master, let's go—" Lan Yao blinked his eyes, and looked at Shangguan Yi with great trust.

Shangguanyi is now an air freshener for him.

In front of the greasy man Qianyuan, one dose is a medicine that can purify his wounded heart.

Lan Yao clings to Shangguan Yi.

Shangguan Yile's character set could hardly hold back.

He turned around directly and left the scene with Lan Yao.

After the figures of the two people disappeared completely, Qian Yuan just knelt down on the ground with a plop.

He couldn't hold it anymore.

His chest was heaving up and down, and the bloody smell like rust in his throat rushed up again.

Qian Yuan's Adam's apple rolled up and down with difficulty, barely able to shut down the blood in his throat.

That evil and charming face was pale and painful at the moment.

Hidden in the space, the black dragon said with great concern, "Master, how are you doing?"

Qian Yuan closed his eyes, raised his eyes, turned sideways, and lay on his back on the ground: "It's okay."

The hoarse and cold voice was completely different from the disgusting voices of Lan Yao and Shangguan Yishi before.

The black dragon sighed silently, having no idea what to do.

The master didn't know why, since Shangguanyi found him and got into a fight last time, he would come to Yunyi Peak to look for Shangguanyi from time to time.

Every time, Shangguan Yi was intentionally disgusted, so that Shangguan Yi, who was already angry, hit his master harder.

In the end, the owner will be kicked by Shangguan Yi in various ways.

However, every time the owner was on the verge of dying, when he had his last breath left, he suddenly exerted strength and then ran away.

Self-cultivation, and then continue to provoke.

Day after day, day after day.

He really didn't understand.

What is the master doing this for?
Fighting with Shangguan Yi, what exactly can you get?
Lying on the ground, Qian Yuan, who was hurt even by moving his fingers, turned his head very slowly bit by bit.

Those beautiful red eyes reflect the winding path of Yunyi Peak.

He can't get in the small road.

Outside the path, dozens of masters from Yunyi Peak set up an extremely difficult barrier.

Qian Yuan pursed his lips, and his crystal clear red eyes were densely filled with strong emotions.

Full of deep nostalgia and loneliness.

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Lan Yao was extremely sad, there was no more square sword.

Lan Yao, who was walking with a sigh, didn't notice that the person in front of him stopped.

He walked around and bumped directly into his hard muscles.

Lan Yao covered his forehead and raised his head, a little annoyed: "Shangguan Yi, do you have chest muscles?!"

Without the existence of the species with dirty eyes, Lan Yao instantly lost the short-term mentor-student friendship with Shangguan Yi.

Lan Yao, who was powerful but had the body of a chicken butchered in white, made sour words.

Shangguan Yi was silent, and changed the subject: "Yao'er, your face is dirty."

"Huh?" Hearing the word "dirty", Lan Yao lowered his head immediately, and was about to take out a reflective object to shine on his face.

The icy hand was caught off guard and directly wiped his face.

With help, Lan Yao is still happy.

He looked up, but did not resist.

Shangguan Yi stroked and wiped Lan Yao's face lightly.

On the soft and fair face, extremely thick red marks appeared.

There, it is clean, without the slightest dirt.

Yes, it's just a light kiss that makes someone feel a little uncomfortable.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Lan Yao felt a burning pain in his face.

In the end, I couldn't help asking: "Isn't it clean yet?"

Shangguan Yi's voice was cold and clear: "Yes."

He spoke in a serious manner, with a neat expression, just like the real thing.

Lan Yao yawned lazily and could only continue to wait.

However, after wiping, the direction is a bit strange.

The flushed face was so red that it seemed to be dyed.

However, Shangguan Yi's finger did not let go, instead it slid towards Lan Yao's pretty lips.

(End of this chapter)