Fast Travel: The Villain Is Obsessed with Attacking Me

The sticky seductive sound rang in his ears, Lu Xiuyi turned the teacup, staring at the door noncommittally.

Time passed bit by bit, Lu Xiuyi sat for an unknowing how long, his whole body was already stiff, the tea was coldly placed on the table, and the room slowly lit up from the darkness.

"Six days."

Lu Xiuyi spoke with a slightly hoarse voice.

At this moment, Lu Xiuyi's hair was blown automatically.

"clang."

Zheng Jianling was startled, and flew up to block the blow, his voice was ear-piercing, and the force made him roll a few times: "Hey, it hurts me to death!"

He couldn't help yelling angrily: "You old bastard, you're still a bastard at your age!"

Lu Xiuyi's eyes sharpened, and he stepped back a few steps lightly, holding the sword in his palm: "Zhang Qing."

Zhang Qing looked at him with a complex expression, with his hands behind his back, and his voice was slightly nostalgic: "Yi'er..."

Lu Xiuyi was expressionless.

Zhang Qing didn't mind either, and looked at the epee in his hand and sighed, "Oh, a year ago, we were both teachers and fathers, but we didn't expect to meet each other in battle now."

Speaking of this, his face turned cold: "It's all because of you!"

"The teacher has upheld justice for you back then, and the group of people who participated in it were all killed as teachers. Why are you still obsessed with your obsession, and even... abolished Yuan'er, why don't you think about the sect!"

Zheng Jianling couldn't help frowning: "I saw it clearly from the bottom of the cliff back then. It was you, an old ghost, who was covering up the mastermind and throwing this kid off the cliff. Let it be injustice. I didn't expect you to be so cheeky. Thick enough to say something like that!"

Zhang Qing's complexion twisted, and he looked at the sword gloomyly: "Your master will call me master, what are you?"

Zhengjian's spiritual energy turned back into a smile: "Your grandfather is not as old as me, what am I? What are you?"

Zhang Qing's face was completely ugly: "Sure enough, whoever is the master is what kind of sword. I think I shouldn't accept you as a vicious apprentice back then!"

Lu Xiuyi's face was expressionless, and he tightened his palm holding the sword: "Don't talk nonsense."

"Hmph, the wings are hard and I want to shake the sky."

After Zhang Qing finished speaking in a dark tone, his big hand gathered spiritual power, and he used his footwork to quickly hit the boy.

……

I don't know how long it has passed, the rooms in the inn have been beaten to pieces, Zhang Qing lying on the ground, staring at a big blood clot: "Okay... good boy..."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and his breath was exhausted.

Lu Xiuyi was also having a hard time, his whole body was in tatters and dripping with blood, he knelt down on the ground with his sword hilt on his back, his blood-stained palms were weakly holding the two halves of the hairpin.

"……broken."

His eye sockets suddenly turned red.

Her favorite hairpin is broken, does that mean... she won't come back.

Just as the sword spirit broke free from his hand in a panic, it lay across the boy's abdomen, while Lu Xiuyi lost his support and fell on the hilt of the sword.

"Lie down, I'll take you to the doctor!"

"Ahem, I, I won't go..." Lu Xiuyi spat out blood, but struggled to move away.

Zheng Jianling followed him worryingly: "Ancestor, your internal organs are almost pierced by spiritual power, why don't you go!"

"Cough...I have to wait for her."

Lu Xiuyi stared at the hairpin stubbornly, his eyes were red and his dark eyes were full of sadness.

At this moment, he was like a frightened bird, and even the slightest thought made him tremble.

Zheng Jianling didn't know what to say, so he was so complicated that he fainted, and the sword floated out of the window.

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It was pitch black, and Wen Qi flew back with a herb hanging from the tip of his sword