Arad's crooked savior

"You just run away after causing trouble. Are you a bandit who robbed the road?"

Ye Lin crossed his arms and glanced around, slightly unkind.

The floor was cut by the sword energy with several criss-crossing sword marks. It was a mess and basically had to be re-paved. The low table for drinking and the equipment for exercising were all split into two.

Feng Ying wanted to put her hands on her hips and retort forcefully, but in her previous extraordinary state, she vaguely realized that she should have struck out with a sword, otherwise the whole room would not have been shattered.

And now that I think about it, Yun Mi was still there at that time. With her low strength, it was absolutely impossible to block her sword.

After almost getting into trouble, and even committing the crime of killing her disciples to prove the truth, she couldn't muster up the toughness.

"Yun... where is Yun Mi?"

"I was frightened and fell asleep."

"That's good, that's good~"

Patting the clothes with limited fluctuations, Feng Ying was really shocked. If something happened to Yun Mi because of her breakthrough, she might fall into regret that would be difficult to forgive herself.

"I seem to have broken through an extraordinary realm, like a flying fairy in the sky, with a bright moon in my heart, open-minded and cheerful!"

Feng Ying seemed to want to share her joy, and at the same time she smacked her lips in trance, slowly recalling the magical and mysterious move. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw three thousand black hairs scattered on the ground.

"This seems to be my hair!"

Her hair was like a piece of stretched silk. It could have fallen to her calf, but now it was cut off in half, only reaching her waist.

"It's over, it's over. The broken part is so long, it will probably take a year to grow back."

Siatt is used to neat and cool short hair, but Feng Ying has a special liking for long hair. At this moment, her face is naturally full of pain, and her eyes are miserable.

However, Ye Lin folded his arms and remained silent, seeming to be watching her performance.

Creak~

A heartbreaking little voice came from behind. Her spiritual awareness was sharp, and she quickly jumped away from the window without having time to worry about her long hair.

Bang ~ bang...

One of the windows in the activity room, including the window frame, had been cut in half by Feng Ying's sword earlier. At this moment, it could not withstand the strong wind howling outside, and crashed to the ground and shattered.

The wind and rain in the courtyard also hit instantly, leaving a mess all over the ground.

Ye Linyu was still angry and used magic to block the gap first. The two of them could only return to the living room. The chandelier was still on and there seemed to be no trace of anyone walking down.

"I didn't expect that the wine Yun Mi brought would have a bit of a stamina."

Feng Ying found that her realm breakthrough and hair loss seemed unable to divert Ye Lin's attention, so she was trying to use other excuses to defend herself.

"Hmm, so what kind of wine did you get drunk on the night of my wedding banquet? It's useless to lie."

"Yun...Yun Mi's wine."

Although all the expensive drinks were used at the wedding banquet that night, there were also people with unique tastes who would bring their own drinks.

For example, Buwanga kept trying to give Xilan kumiss, but the latter firmly objected and shook his head.

Yun Mi came here on horseback "Sanshun", and overheard Feng Ying complaining that the wine didn't taste good to her. It happened that Feng Ying was about to accept her as her disciple, so he obligingly took the wine he brought as a token of filial piety.

"So, since you were drunk once, why don't you remember it for a long time?"

Feng Ying was obviously not fully sober from the drunkenness, and Jingmei's cheeks were still stained with blush. She was originally sitting upright on the sofa, but slowly, her body tilted to the side.

As for responding to his questions, don't even think about it.

Seeing her unconscious posture like a drunken swordsman, Ye Lin became more and more amused and angry while admiring her quiet and beautiful face like the moon.

If I hadn't been shameless enough to join in the fun tonight...

Feng Ying customized a white chivalrous sword suit for herself, which was light, convenient and comfortable, and outlined her beautiful body curves.

She was in a drunken state and fell asleep. Ye Lin just hugged her for a moment and leaned her body forward to lie on his knees. Then he raised his palm high and gave her a loud punishment.

Snap~!

Because there were two layers of robes between them, the slap was not very clear and loud, but it still made the drunk Feng Ying sober up in an instant, and also startled Heiman who was hiding in the kitchen.

"Why did you hit me!"

"Are you still greedy for drinking in the future? Do you think you are the boss's wife Sothea? She has been through the battlefield, but she can't get drunk after a thousand cups."

Pa~

"It's really a rare opportunity to break through the realm of Sword Immortal...I'm sorry I was wrong. I will apologize to Yun Mi personally tomorrow."

Even though Fatty suffered great humiliation from being beaten, Feng Ying could only lower her head and admit her mistake in shame. Qingyun Chuyue's sword fairy had a moving aura that was not stained by the fireworks of the world. However, at this moment, she was biting two rows of shell teeth tightly, her eyes showing unwillingness and concentration. Deep shame and anger.

Her body is slender and her legs are long and slender, but she does not look thin. Instead, she is very well-proportioned and beautiful, especially her graceful waist, which twists like a enchanting snake in the water after being beaten.

Although she didn't look like she could give birth to a son, she was still pretty and round and straight. The chivalrous girl's Taoist uniform was tilted to one side, and her palms continued one after another, just like the heavy rain outside the window that had not stopped, patter... patter.

A few minutes later, he seemed to still have more to say, but Feng Ying's face was already bleeding and hot.

"As long as you know you're wrong, I'll help you heal now." He was so shameless that he seemed to have only heard Feng Ying's apology now. He had indeed used a lot of force in his previous attack.

Feng Ying groaned in her throat, raised her hand tremblingly in shame and anger, and summoned the sword, wanting to stab this shameless guy to death with one strike.

Suddenly, she felt a chill in her fat body. She shook her head desperately and could not summon her sword. The green hair on her head was scattered like blooming water plants.

She was inevitably red after being beaten, but now it seemed like a clear spring was flowing through her, slightly cool and moisturizing, which made it even more difficult for her to hold back her shame, and her mood became turbulent.

His treatment method was of course not to apply medicine, because Wuxuan had the best healing ability. After gentle caressing with his palm, the pain disappeared.

After a while, the fat became as white as jade again, without any blemishes. It was more delicate and beautiful than the broken pure white cotton hair tie that fell on the floor.

After trying to summon the sword, Feng Ying was suddenly frightened and bowed her waist, like a leaf falling from a still pool, causing uneasy ripples.

"My stomach seems to be pinched." She said as calmly as possible, clenching her fists secretly.

Ye Lin silently looked at his fingertips. A trace of crystal cherry blossom dew shone with a magical and confusing luster under the light, touching something from the beautiful cherry blossoms.

"Everything has its place, and the sword must be sheathed!"

He picked up the hair tie from the ground, performed a sacred hair-tying ceremony on Feng Ying, who had just sat up, and folded a beautiful bow on her loose gray-white hair.

"Shameless!" Feng Ying commented with disdain, and took the opportunity to punch him in the stomach to vent her anger, making Ye Lin bow down and kneel down.

After a moment, he took advantage of the situation and pulled Feng Ying over, turning into a diligent bee. He quickly drank the cherry blossom dew from the pink cherry blossom kettle.

To repay evil with kindness means to calm down anger with kindness, which is a drop of kindness.

Feng Ying was completely enjoying the success, her clear heart of the Sword Immortal was almost destroyed by his eloquent eloquence. Fortunately, her determination was as unyielding as a sword and she would never break the dam at will.

Hiding in the kitchen, he didn't dare to close the door because it was open. Seeing secretly, Heman was trembling, covering his mouth and his eyes were wide and wide. He could still be like this!

This sofa is a three-seater style. It is usually used to lie down, straighten the legs, and roll around in a circle. However, now there are only two people in the narrow space in the middle of the sofa, crossing each other and seeming to overlap.

Since the road was completely new and had obstacles, it was far less smooth than the curator's journey, and it was particularly difficult to find a perfect fit for the Sword Immortal.

Her nails were trimmed very cleanly, but they were still on Ye Lin's shoulders, pinching out a row of blood marks. Her delicate toes, which looked like pearls, were almost in a straight line with her ankles.

Even the Nine Heavens Sword Immortal shed tears.

"Hiss~"

Ye Lin couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, feeling secretly horrified in his heart. Was this Feng Ying's self-created ability "internal strength"? It was indeed extremely powerful in compression.

Just like a water bottle with a cork blocking the opening, all the air has been drained out to form a vacuum inside. The strong adsorption force causes the water bottle to sink in, twist, and become wrinkled.

If there is any matter inside, it will also be ruthlessly compressed, and finally it will be close to a vacuum without leaving any gaps.

The "inner strength" derived from the mental method of Liangyi Gong should not be underestimated. In one round, he almost lost directly.

Like a blade in the strong wind, sometimes it rolls up high and sometimes it shakes down.

Three thousand blue hairs swayed slightly behind her head. Himan, who was peeping secretly, couldn't tell for a moment whether Feng Ying's tied up hair was thinner or whether her slender waist was more slim.

She waited stiffly until late at night before the two of them were separated into two again.

Feng Ying hugged her plain white robe and was slowly helped away, and the living room returned to darkness.

After another ten minutes, Heman opened the door gently and sneaked back into the room.