Douluo: The famous punch-in scene leads the sect to roll up

Qingluan's voice was mixed with chilling anger. His movements were as fast as lightning, and he landed next to Yu Qingqian from the sky. He completely blocked Yueguan's pressure with his own strength.

Yu Qingqian only felt that when she was about to lose consciousness, she was surrounded by a gentle and powerful soul power.

She didn't know who it was, but the sense of security in her heart made her close her eyes with relief and fall to the ground.

Qingluan glared at Yueguan, quickly caught Yu Qingqian who was falling to the ground, and picked him up like a child.

"Juhuaguan, I don't know what your purpose is in getting close to her, but you shouldn't take action against her."

Qingluan's expression was dark and unclear, and even though he was warning, there was no joy in his voice.

Yue Guan looked at the unconscious Yu Qingqian and realized with some annoyance that it was indeed a bit too much for him to do this to a bigger junior.

He was a little disappointed again. The little girl was stunned by him, and he didn't feel the aura on her body. It was as if everything was his illusion.

He was a little unwilling, so he thought about following Qingluan there.

Qingluan hugged Yu Qingqian and fled to a single-family house not far from here.

When he was young, he bought it for experience. At that time, it was just for the convenience of accommodation, and he never thought that one day he would come back here again.

"What are you doing here?"

Qingluan asked displeasedly as he opened the door.

It's like a dog-skin plaster, and an old guy of quite a certain age is here, with no sense of propriety at all.

He carried Yu Qingqian to the bedroom on the left side of the second floor, placed her gently on the bed, and checked her body again.

"Fortunately, it's nothing serious."

Qingluan took back the hand that was placed on Yu Qingqian's forehead, covered Yu Qingqian with the quilt, revealing a round head, and tucked the corners of the quilt over her.

He seemed completely unaware that covering up so tightly on such a hot day would be a serious matter.

Yueguan stood at the door and did not go in. Instead, he watched Qingluan's movements like taking care of a baby, and the corners of his mouth slightly twitched.

He didn't expect that this old immortal in the Worship Hall would still have the talent to be a nanny.

When Qingluan went out, he quietly closed the door.

Yue Guan is quite tall and can basically look at the same level as Qing Luan.

The two looked at each other face to face, neither letting the other go, just standing at the door.

Qingluan raised his hand and pushed the person away: "Get out of here, don't block the road."

He found this old chrysanthemum particularly unpleasant. It could be said that it was the most unpleasant thing he had encountered in so many years. It was even more uncomfortable than that dark old ghost.

Yue Guan turned sideways to avoid Qing Luan's retaliatory attack, and watched Qing Luan thoughtfully as he walked to the sofa in the hall and sat down.

Although he wanted to scold him back, since he just acted impulsively and made a mistake, he didn't say much.

He walked to the opposite side of Qingluan and sat down, crossing his legs and putting his arms on the edge of the sofa, looking like he was the best.

Qingluan leaned on the sofa. He was always humble and courteous and rolled his eyes without stopping: What a bad luck.

Qingluan's house was very soundproof, and apart from Yu Qingqian's long and continuous breathing, no other sound could be heard in the room.

This can also be seen that Qingluan's financial resources are quite strong.

After Yu Qingqian lost consciousness, she felt like she had been awake in the dark for a long time.

Her consciousness was very clear, but she could not feel any noise from the outside world and could not respond.

Helpless, she could only try to sleep.

When she woke up again, she came to the temple again.

The Book of Destiny in the middle remained unchanged and suspended in mid-air.

Yu Qingqian was speechless. Why did she come to this place again? Is it possible that I will have to come here when I'm in a coma in the future?

As if sensing something, Chuanyunshu flashed, and the uncomfortable clip sound sounded: "Yu Qingqian, you're here again~"

This book spirit obviously had a young voice, but she suddenly changed it into a cock-crowding voice, which was very annoying.

Yu Qingqian:

All she could say was that she wished him success.

"I also want to ask you, why am I here again?"

"Wait a minute, I'll check." The pages of the book turned for a while and then stopped. "Your body judged that you were in danger, adopted a protective mechanism, and sent your consciousness over. Your consciousness is here, and your body will be protected by divine power."

This book spirit is quite normal when he is serious.

But she was a little bit defensive. What grudge did Yue Guan have against her? Actually wanted her life.

All the friendship she had gained through all her hard work was in vain.

"Then when can I go back?" She cherished her life. If she could go back, she would definitely be far away from Yueguan.

Until she has the strength to hang him up and beat him, she will be strong enough to hold on.

She didn't want to come to the temple every two days. After all, this was not her back garden.

Destiny: Well, why doesn’t it count?

Yu Qingqian woke up from the heat.

After her consciousness truly returned to her body, all the tactile nerves throughout her body were shouting two words: So hot!

It's about to be steamed.

Threads of sweat broke out on his forehead, his body was sticky, and even his breath was hot.

Don't be too outrageous!

Opening his eyes, he saw the airtight quilt on his body and a string of black lines sliding down his forehead.

What kind of unscrupulous person wants to heat her to death? !

who is it! Who is it?

Juhuaguan, right? The big chrysanthemum could not kill her, so he tortured her in various ways.

She lifted the quilt off her body, turned over and sat up, and got off the bed.

She doesn't even know how to take off her shoes.

Looking at the big dusty footprints on the white sheets, Yu Qingqian lifted up the quilt to block it, and it instantly became more pleasing to the eye.

Qingluan and Yueguan were originally facing each other, and the air flowing between them was extremely tit-for-tat.

Qingluan wanted to drive the person away, but Yue Guan's piercing eyes made him shiver for no reason, so he hesitated and let him sit there.

Tsk, what should I do? I'm still unhappy. What should I do if I want to drive people away?

Yue Guan seems to be so obsessed with this matter that he doesn't want to give up even if there is only a glimmer of hope.

When he first felt that person's aura on Yu Qingqian's body, he couldn't believe it.

Afraid and timid, but crazy enough to want to confirm again.

He also knew that his behavior was inappropriate, but he always had to confirm before he would accept it.

Yu Qingqian had been sleeping in the room for as long as he had been sitting outside, maintaining the same posture, causing his legs to feel numb.

The moment Yu Qingqian woke up, even though the breath was fleeting, Yue Guan still caught it.

Blood crept into the corners of Yue Guan's eyes, but there was a smile on his face.

"Hahahaha——" He couldn't help laughing, looking a little crazy.

With a loud and reverberating laugh, Qingluan directly picked up the ceramic tea cup at the entrance of the tea table and threw it over.

"Shut up, you!"