I am darkness, I will suppress all enemies

Chapter 347 Gambling (2)

Xie Bian opened his mouth wide as he watched this sudden scene.

"Damn it! This... this... Gong Miao'er is so, so proactive. She was crying after we were done last time, why is she... "

Seeing this, Ye Wu Kuang was not surprised and said:

"The dual cultivation technique that this woman practices should bring great benefits to Yang Ting, and therefore she cannot do without Yang Ting any more."

"Looking at her appearance, I'm afraid Gong Miao'er's immortal realm was also obtained through repeated dual cultivation with Yang Ting."

Hearing this, Xie Bian observed the two of them and praised them:

"If this is the case, they may have practiced together for nearly ten thousand times..."

Ye Wu Kuang said this and turned to look at Ling Weiyi.

After seeing his expression, the corners of Ye Wu Kuang's mouth began to rise wildly.

His weird face looked extremely ferocious at this moment.

"Hahahaha! Yes! Yes! That's the expression!! So great! So great!!"

When Xie Bian heard Ye Wukuang's hideous laugh, his gaze reluctantly left Yang Ting and the other man who were fighting, and turned to look at Ling Weiyi.

Just with this one glance, he instantly got goosebumps all over his body, and then he laughed loudly like Ye Wukuang.

“Ahahahaha! This is an expression of extreme pain!! It’s been years! How many years have I not seen someone in such extreme pain!!”

"It's worth the trip! It's worth the trip!!"

Unlike the two who laughed out loud.

Ling Weiyi's facial features were distorted, tears and blood were gushing out of his eyes, his mouth was open, and he was crying silently, like the dead silence before the storm.

His left hand was deformed from using too much force, and blood slowly flowed from his hand, dripping onto the roof bit by bit.

The battle in the room lasted for two incense sticks.

Accompanied by the simultaneous shouts of an old man and a woman.

It's all over...

"Tsk tsk, I wronged this old guy last time..." Xie Bian looked at Yang Ting with some surprise and said.

“I didn’t expect this old guy to be so fierce.”

Ye Wu Kuang kept staring at Ling Weiyi from beginning to end.

His grey robe was soaked with blood, and the roof beneath his feet was filled with the smell of blood.

His face was frighteningly pale, and his eyes, soaked in blood and tears, were extremely dim at the moment. There was no trace of light left.

inside the room.

Gong Miaoer, who had returned to her original appearance, broke free from Yang Ting's hands and spoke in a cold voice.

"Are you sure no one has noticed our relationship? Why do I feel uneasy these past few days?"

"And today, Weiyi was not in a good state. He kept looking at me with complicated eyes. I asked him why, but he didn't tell me..."

Yang Ting looked at Gong Miaoer's charming back and smiled.

"Don't worry, I can sense everything around me. I can even detect the movement of a blade of grass..."

"Yeah……"

"In seven days, you will be ready to fight a great battle with the Cangnan clan. Once everything is over, you will immediately fulfill your promise."

"Haha, why are you so anxious all of a sudden?"

"The only one who wanted to keep me overnight tonight, you should know that we are already Taoist companions in name, and he has never forced me to practice dual cultivation with him before."

"I shouldn't have rejected him today, but...but in my current state, if I agree to him, he will definitely notice something."

"I see…"

"Don't worry, within fifty days, I will be able to break through the sixth level. Then I will help you recover immediately. From now on, I will draw a clear line between us..."

"What about the princess of the Cangnan clan? Since your goal has been achieved, why don't you let her go?"

"Let him go? If I let him go, how could Cang Nanqiong fight me to the death?"

“Hehe, by now that old fellow must have realized that his precious granddaughter’s soul has been annihilated…”

"Ugh……"

As Gong Miaoer's sigh ended, the two people in the room also disappeared one after another...

On a roof not far from the palace.

Xie Bian and Ye Wukuang just looked at Ling Weiyi who was standing there in silence.

"Alas! I lost..."

Xie Bian pushed the wooden box to Ye Wukuang's side with a painful feeling.

Ye Wu Kuang looked at Ling Weiyi with a dim gaze, and then asked Xie Bian.

"Would you like to play another round?"

"Another bet? What?"