Quickly wear the crazy batch of bosses, stop being lazy

"Senior brother, don't want it!"

As soon as Yun Qian opened his eyes, he heard a painful and desperate voice in his ears.

She was stunned for a moment before she realized that the voice was spoken by herself, or to be more precise, by the original owner of this body.

She frowned and looked around, and saw a group of people standing not far away.

The group of people were divided into two groups. One group was dressed in white clothes, looking ethereal and each of them had a sword on their waist; the other group was dressed simply and their poverty could be seen at a glance.

At this moment, between the two groups, an old man in a gray robe was half-kneeling on the ground, and in front of his chest, there was a jade-colored sword. The sword pierced through his chest, and blood kept dripping from the tip of the sword.

Although the old man was seriously injured, he still stared at the pink-clad figure in front of him, his eyes full of disbelief, "Why......"

Looking at this scene, Yun Qian suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart, and the pain seemed to tear her apart.

Yun Qian frowned, forcibly suppressed the emotions that remained in the original owner's body, then raised his feet and walked towards that direction.

As soon as she took a step, Yun Qian realized something was wrong. Why was this body so weak? It was so weak that she had to cough after taking two steps, as if a gust of wind could blow her down. Not only was it weak, but this body also felt a sharp pain as if its meridians were broken all the time. She couldn't help but be speechless.

Seeing that he was about to faint, Yun Qian's mouth twitched and he quickly took out a pill from the space and swallowed it.

After she felt the weakness and severe pain disappear, she walked forward.

"Master!!"

At this moment, a shrill scream suddenly rang in my ears.

Yun Qian raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw a young man in gray clothes striding up to the old man in gray robe, carefully hugging the old man in gray robe, looking at everything in front of him with horror on his face.

"Master, what happened to you? Who hurt you? You...this! This is Junior Sister's sword! It was Junior Sister who hurt you!! Junior Sister, why did you want to kill Master!!!" The gray-clothed young man looked at the pink-clothed figure with grief and indignation, his eyes full of disbelief and heartache.

"Hehe... I just want my Qingmu Ding back. It's my master's fault for not giving it to me. Since he won't give it to me, I can only take it myself..." The girl's voice came again, with a hint of innocence and cuteness.

However, such a tone is chilling.

"Senior Brother, you are not going to stop me, are you?" The girl hooked her finger, and the next second, there was a "puff" sound, and the sword that was stuck in the gray-robed old man was suddenly pulled out of his body and flew back into the hands of the girl in pink.

"puff--"

The gray-robed old man on the ground suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood and fell to the ground dying.

"Master!!!"

When the young man in gray saw this scene, his eyes were bloodshot. He looked up at the girl in pink and said in a trembling voice, "Junior Sister! You killed Master! Master was so good to you! You actually killed Master!!!"

Hearing this, the pink-dressed girl sneered, with a trace of disdain and resentment flashing in her eyes: "Be good to me? What you mean by being good to me is to trap me in such a dilapidated sect, let me be delayed by you, and become a waste! I have excellent bones and should be a genius, but you have made me so mediocre. Is this what you call being good to me? Ha... I don't want this kind of good! Tell me! Where did the master hide the Qingmu Ding! Today, if you don't hand over the Qingmu Ding, don't blame me for being rude!"

"That's Master's tripod!" the gray-clothed young man said angrily, his eyes full of sadness and anger.

"A divine weapon deserves a genius! The Qingmu Ding is a divine weapon. Wouldn't it be a waste if it fell into your hands? The Qingmu Ding should have been mine!" The pink-dressed girl sneered and tightened the sword in her hand, as if she would attack again at any time.

"You ungrateful bastard! If Master hadn't saved you, you would have died long ago. Now that you treat Master like this, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?!"

Hearing this, the girl in pink narrowed her eyes, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes. The next second, the sword in her hand slashed straight towards the boy in gray. If this sword really hit him, the boy in gray would definitely die.

But at this critical moment, a stream of light flew over and blocked the sword for the young man.

Seeing this scene, the pink-dressed girl's pupils shrank and she took a step back unconsciously, "Who!"

Yun Qian, looking sick, walked slowly over and appeared in everyone's sight.

Seeing her, Li Yaoer frowned and said in a cold voice, "Uncle Master! Why is it you!"

Yun Qian glanced at her calmly and said to the young man in gray, "Come and help me."

"Uncle Master, why are you here!" The gray-robed young man, with red eyes, hurried over to support Yun Qian, "Uncle Master, Master..."