The empress is pregnant, and the emperor's incense continues

Yue Langzhi paused as he stepped forward. He released Leng Sufeng today because he knew that Leng Sufeng had been the leader for many years and must have his own trump card, so he took advantage of today's opportunity to test it out.

I didn't expect it to be explosive...

He rubbed his scalp with his index finger depressedly, and heard someone coming quickly behind him. It was Yue Xingzhi who had just watched the battle at close range. He bowed deeply: "Brother, please take a step to speak."

From brother to elder brother, Yue Langzhi felt that although his younger brother was not good at martial arts, he still had some eyesight. He said with a cold face: "No time."

He raised his feet and left, leaving everyone in the martial arts world and the Demon Cult looking at each other in disbelief.

He walked through the crowd, turning a blind eye to everyone's admiration, and squeezed closer to Meng Wenyao step by step, saying with a slight regret: "I came a step too late and failed to protect your fiancé. The saint will not blame me. "

For the dignified young master of Tianshui Sect, the word "protect" was used, which sounded very harsh.

Meng Wenyao knew that the person in front of her was deliberately mocking her fiancé, but it didn't matter. She didn't really regard Xie Shaoqing as her fiancé anyway.

"The young hero defeated Leng Sufeng and saved the world from danger. The little girl was too late to be grateful, so how could she blame him?"

Yue Langzhi looked at Meng Wenyao with burning eyes. After a while, he raised his chin slightly and said arrogantly: "It's a pity that a saint should marry Xie Shaoqing."

After saying that, he lifted his feet and walked away. Meng Wenyao stretched out her hand slightly, and the sleeve that was about to be scratched away suddenly stopped.

"who are you?"

Yue Langzhi, who was under the spotlight of everyone, thought carefully for a moment and smiled brightly at Meng Wenyao: "I'm Yao Xue."

I remember that when the two first met on the bed, Meng Wenyao claimed to be Xueyao. Now that Yue Langzhi said this name, she clearly told Meng Wenyao that he was talking nonsense.

Meng Wenyao's apricot eyes widened slightly in anger, but Yue Langzhi's eyes became even more smiling.

When the people around heard this name, they whispered: "I have never heard of this person."

However, after they finished muttering, they immediately praised loudly: "Yao Shaoxia is so brave and skillful."

After hearing these praises, Yue Langzhi deliberately moved closer to Meng Wenyao and asked, "What do you think of this name for the saint?"

"Very good." Meng Wenyao said word by word.

"Young hero, who are you from? Will you be able to visit the Bad Sect as a guest when you have time?"

Caught off guard, the two people were squeezed apart by the people around them. Everyone swarmed up and surrounded Yue Langzhi. Yue Langzhi seemed to be impatient with others approaching, and disappeared from Meng Wenyao's sight as if he was running away.

She could catch up with her Qinggong, but now in front of everyone, it was really outrageous for her, an engaged person, to pursue a young man.

After scolding Xie Shaoqing in his heart again, Meng Wenyao followed Madam Yue Er to the front to see whether Xie Shaoqing was dead or alive.

Unfortunately, Xie Shaoqing was treated in time, but he was seriously injured and fell into a coma. His life was not worried.

Sect Master Xie and Sect Master Yue went to negotiate with the people of the Demon Sect and discussed a temporary cessation of the war between the two parties to prevent Leng Sufeng from actually detonating the explosives and everyone flying into the sky together.

Meng Wenyao took Mrs. Yue Er's hand and said, "Auntie, with everyone gathered here at this time, the Demon Sect must be on guard. I want to go somewhere else to explore and see if I can find any trace of Brother Langzhi."

Mrs. Yue Er was a little embarrassed. Yue Xingzhi, who was listening carefully, immediately said, "I'll go too. Don't worry, mother. My cousin and I will take care of each other and nothing will happen."

"Don't go!"

Mrs. Yue Er was still hesitating, but Sect Leader Meng immediately stopped her and said angrily: "Don't add to the chaos."

Seeing that Meng Wenyao was unconvinced and wanted to take the blame, Sect Master Meng said seriously: "This time the demon sect is also seriously damaged. We still have the young hero to help. It is only a matter of time before the demon sect is destroyed in the future. Why are you in a hurry?"

He turned to look at Yue Xingzhi again, and continued: "Especially you, you are the only one left in the two houses of Yunshui Sect. If something happens to you, how will Master Yue inherit the sect in the future? You two should take good care of it. , I have arranged for other disciples to investigate Langzhi's matter."

Just after listening to the lesson, the two previous sect leaders and the leader of the Demon Cult had already agreed to retreat and fight again later.

For the people in the world, this was a great victory because the leader of the Demon Cult was seriously injured.

But for the Tianchang Sect, this is almost a disaster, because their young sect leader doesn't know when he will wake up, and it's hard to say how his martial arts will be after he wakes up.

After everyone returned to Tianchang Sect, they carefully suppressed their excitement for fear of making their master unhappy.

Among them, Meng Wenyao was the worst. Not only did she have to suppress her excitement, but she also had to express the sadness and pain of her fiancé's life and death.

"Why didn't he get chopped to death with one palm? It made me plan to break off the engagement."

After visiting the unconscious Xie Shaoqing, Meng Wenyao kept muttering that nothing happened anyway, so she stopped by to visit Qingya.

The Qingya room was crowded with her senior sisters, and Meng Wenyao finally squeezed in from the outside to the front.

Seeing Meng Wenyao coming, several little girls who were crying shouted: "Sister Meng."

Qingya, who was lying on the bed with her eyes closed to rest, heard the sound of Sister Meng, opened her eyes slightly, and looked in the direction of Meng Wenyao following the sound.

Meng Wenyao took another step forward so that Qingya could see her clearly, and then she worriedly asked: "How is Junior Sister Qingya doing now?"

The woman in green who was sitting beside Qingya's bed, lowering her head to wipe her tears, stood up after hearing the words, and choked up: "I asked Master to look at it, and he said that the meridians are all severed, and I can't practice martial arts in the future. If I take good care of myself, I can have a good life." Have a great year."

Hearing these words sent a chill down Meng Wenyao's spine. It turned out that if she had been poisoned, this would be the end!

"Hey!" She sighed and said, "It's such a pity that sister Qingya is not so young."

At this time, a woman in pink clothes came out and said: "Senior Sister Bichan, Master told us to hide it from Junior Sister Qingya first. Why did you suddenly say it out? This makes Junior Sister Qingya feel so uncomfortable."

The voice of the woman in pink was very low, as if she was really worried that Qingya in the hospital bed would be upset if she heard it.

Bichan, who was accused, also stopped wiping his tears and said aggrievedly: "Sister Meng is not an outsider, can't she even speak to Sister Meng? Besides, my voice is very low, Qingya is very sick now, no You can definitely hear it.”

Meng Wenyao tilted her head and looked at the hospital bed through the gap between Bi Chan and the woman in pink clothes. She saw that Qing Ya's eyes seemed to be half-open, but she was not necessarily completely confused.

It is estimated that the women in this room don't care whether Qingya can hear it or not. It has nothing to do with them if they can't think about it.

"I originally wanted to come over and comfort Junior Sister Qingya, but I didn't expect that she still hasn't woken up. It's really worrying."

Meng Wenyao shook her head sadly, looking at Qing Ya's eyes flashing with amusement, and then wanted to leave here.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from behind: "Sister Meng, stay."