The female supporting role is crazy about the male lead

Looking at the woman's face getting closer and closer, the man smiled viciously.

What a pity to waste such a beautiful face.

Xia Ran looked at the long sword that was attacking her vital point without hesitation. The man holding the sword wore a green jade crown and had no beard. He claimed to be a romantic and elegant man, but his eyes were extremely gloomy.

She suddenly smiled, and the man opposite her looked surprised. In the blink of an eye, the woman in front of him disappeared.

"Are you looking for me?" The female voice in his ear was sweet and pleasant, but the man felt a chill. How could she be so fast?

The next second, he felt a sharp pain in his left chest. He looked down and saw a bloody knife piercing his body. How could it be possible?

At the moment of falling, he still couldn't believe that he, a heavenly swordsman, would be killed by such a thief.

"Ajie!" A sad voice sounded from behind, and a woman with a high ponytail stumbled over, touching the man's body which was gradually becoming cold, and burst into tears.

Bai Yan looked hateful, "Kill her for me!"

Then he was about to punch the woman with concentrated energy, but a powerful and sharp internal force suddenly burst out from the side and hit her hard on the spot where she was ready. She was caught off guard and was forced to retreat repeatedly before she could finally stand firm.

Looking up, I saw the man in black withdrawing his hand.

This is the breath that killed Bai Yun!

Lin Feiyue looked at the bastards who dared to attack Xia Ran, and said to the woman in front of him: "Your opponent is me."

His eyes were calm, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Bai Yan calmed himself down, gathered all his internal strength, and rushed towards Lin Feiyue.

The melee officially began.

Xia Ran had a lot of fun teasing this group of swordsmen.

"Hey, I'm here. How come your eyesight is so bad at such a young age?" The woman playfully jumped out from the man's left side. When the man turned his head to the left, a hairpin suddenly pierced into his neck. Blood splattered instantly and the man fell down in pain, covering his neck.

She wiped the remaining blood with a towel in disgust, and called out to the woman in front who was about to attack Lin Feiyue, saying excitedly, "Beautiful sister, I was the one who killed your junior brother!"

……

Half an hour later.

The woman looked at the bloodstains on her white clothes and frowned, complaining, "When such dirty blood was sprayed, she didn't even think about avoiding the people standing next to her. She has no manners."

Then she looked up at the man standing beside her and smiled, and pouted, "Lin Feiyue, you have to help me wash the clothes."

The man smiled and agreed, turned around, stretched out his hand, motioned the woman to take it, and said lovingly: "Ran Ran, when did I become your housekeeper?"

"Once a teacher, always a father. I am almost your father, so whatever I ask you to do is reasonable." The woman took his hand.

Lin Feiyue laughed, "Okay, Daddy, can I eat the fried chicken you made again?"

"can."

The two of them walked hand in hand into the depths of the mountains, and their figures could no longer be seen.

The white smoke lay on the ground, looking at the blue sky above, a gentle breeze was blowing, and all around was silent.

There were more than a dozen people who came together, but now she is the only one left.

Heiyun is dead, Baiyuan is also dead. If she goes back to the valley now, she will probably have the same ending as them!

Hu Mansion in Fengcheng.

Hu Qing was admiring the bronze tripod he had just acquired from the imperial city in a secret room. The bronze tripod was huge in shape, majestic and solemn, with exquisite workmanship. Auspicious cloud patterns and coiled dragon patterns were entwined around the body of the tripod, symbolizing good fortune, exuding a sense of majesty and heaviness.

At first glance, it is not ordinary.

The housekeeper of the Hu Mansion stepped forward and said respectfully, "Master, I heard that the young lady has woken up and is now clamoring to go out."

"Oh? Go and see."

Water Lotus Hall of Hu Mansion.

"Girl, you just woke up, you must not move!" The maid Xiao Cui carefully supported Ting Ye who insisted to get up, feeling very headache.

"No, I want to go out to find Ranran and Huaer, let me out quickly." The woman's voice was hoarse and weak. She used all her strength to pry open the maid's hands that were pinning her down, but her hands fell down in vain because she had no strength.

There was a sound of slow, powerful footsteps approaching.

"Master." "Master." The maids and old women bowed one after another.

Hu Qing walked in as he lifted the curtain, and immediately saw Ting Ye who was about to get out of bed.

The woman had just woken up from a serious illness. Her face was pale, and her originally gentle and beautiful eyes and eyebrows were now filled with sorrow because of her illness. She looked very pitiful.

"Listen, big boss," Hu Qing stepped forward quickly and motioned for the maid to help him up, "You just woke up, it's really not suitable for you to walk around, you should just lie down here and recuperate. Miss Xia and the young marquis are both safe now, you can rest assured!"

After hearing what Hu Qing said, the woman managed to calm down and let the maid tuck her back into the bed. "Master Hu, how long have I slept? How did I end up in your house?"

Honesty is the key to doing business, so Hu Qing told her everything that happened that day and his business with Xia Ran.

Finally, as if he was afraid that the woman would go back on her word, he added, "Listen, Boss, Miss Xia promised to give me the music score of your Red Flower Pavilion, you can't go back on your word."

After listening to Hu Qing's words, Ye fell into deep thought.

Judging from the current situation, Ranran should be fine. She probably went hiding somewhere with Lin Feiyue. She believed her.

All she could do now was to take good care of her injuries and not let them worry.

After he figured it out, he immediately picked up the cold medicine bowl next to him, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

Hu Qing was stunned by this scene for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing and shaking his head.

Feiyun Palace in Half Moon Valley.

"Bang." A green figure was blown to the ground.

The tall old man in white, no, he shouldn't be called an old man. Although he had a head full of silver hair, his face looked very young without a single wrinkle. He slowly walked to the woman in green and raised his hand to touch her hair. "Bai Yan, is this your answer to me?"

Bai Yan spat out blood and felt that her internal organs were displaced. The slap made her dizzy, her eyes were blurry and her ears were ringing. She was confused and didn't know what the Valley Master said.

Bai Xingchen directly pulled her hair, forcing her to raise her head, and pinched the woman's face with his other hand, with black air bulging on his arm constantly flowing.

A wisp of smoke was coming out from where the woman and the man's fingers were touching, and if you smelled carefully, it was the smell of barbecue.

He actually burned the woman's face directly with his fingers!

"Ahhhhhh!" the woman screamed in agony. The burns caused by her internal energy were ten times more painful than ordinary fireworks.

Bai Yan was in so much pain that she began to beg for mercy: "Valley Master, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please let me go, give me another chance, please give me another chance."

She was in so much pain that tears were streaming down her face.

Bai Xingchen hasn't been angry for a long time since he started practicing this technique.

Now his anger was aroused again. If he didn't transfer the evil spirit in his body, not only would his martial arts fail to improve, but he would also be unable to escape the backlash of it.

Now in the second stage of the Way of Unfeeling, one must purify both the heart and the body. The evil energy generated from his body will only increase and not decrease.

Those useless kids were no match for Ali.

Ali, Ali, don’t you even care about your adoptive father who raised you since you were a child?