The white moonlight gl

Cover your face with your hands.

Qing Su, who had been looking at Qinlian, twitched the corner of his mouth suddenly when he saw this, and as expected, the familiar triple couplet came from his ear in the next second: "I am too difficult. I am really too difficult. I am really It's really hard, woohoo."

Qingsu: "..."

Is it really difficult for him?Every time the ears are tormented.

She glared at Feng Qingshui with some resentment, because of the presence of this guy, Qin Lian did not speak this time, but chose to use spiritual power to transmit sound.

Really, he didn't even know how to complain.

"Qinlian, you?" Quietly took a step back, Feng Qingshui looked at Qinlian who was covering her face with her hands, feeling extremely weird.

how can that be possible?Doesn't this person like ink dyeing?How could he fall in love with her instead?Wasn't this change of heart too fast?

However, Feng Qingshui couldn't help but refute herself silently: "Why is it impossible? I am so beautiful and so good? Is he not much better than Mo Rantong? Isn't it normal for Qinlian to like her and be attracted by her?"

To some extent, Feng Qingshui is also very narcissistic and smug.Rarely stuck, the sentence: "Do you like me?"

Feng Qingshui couldn't ask any questions.

Qin Lianmo.After returning to her senses, Qinlian also felt that her performance was too, too obvious and too dog-licking.Keenly aware that something was wrong with her sweetheart's tone, Qinlian took a deep breath, put down her hands, and pretended nothing happened, with an innocent and calm face: "What's wrong?"

Feng Qingshui: "..."

"You." After a pause, Feng Qingshui chose a tactful way of asking. She observed Qinlian's reaction while asking, for fear that she might miss something.

"You have to work hard to practice in order to become my support and backstage?"

"Yes, we are good friends. I'd rather be hurt than Qingshui." Her eyes were clear and clear, without any strange emotion. Qin Lian already had a pure face like a lotus in clear water. The attitude can make people feel the truth in her attitude and words.

"However." Seemingly a little embarrassed, Qin Lian tugged at the hem of her blouse, and looked at Feng Qingshui with some awkwardness: "Actually, there are many people I want to protect. I used to be too lazy and always wanted to Let’s just enjoy it for a while, and after a few years, I’ll be working hard and practicing hard. But now, I suddenly realize that if I’m too weak, I can’t protect the people I care about, so I’m here.”

"I understand."

Qinlian is kind and soft-hearted. She doesn't want to hurt the people she cares about. It's normal to want to protect them.

She didn't like her, only took her as a friend, she was just one of them.

This, this is good.

Quietly heaving a sigh of relief, Feng Qingshui's eyes were curved, and her bright red curly hair swayed in the wind, making her look like a demon: "Qinlian, you will become stronger."

After a pause, Feng Qingshui added sincerely: "You are very docile, I am very happy to be one of your friends."

Gradually letting go of her resistance and animosity towards Qinlian, Feng Qingshui thought, if Qinlian could stay in this way forever and never attack Mo Rantong, then it would be good to have her as a friend who can treat others sincerely.

"Really."

Tears were streaming down her face, but on the surface, Qinlian still had a silly and cheerful look: "I'm also very happy to be Qingshui's friend."

fart!

Wiping her face viciously, Qin Lian couldn't stay any longer.

After all, this person is one of her sweethearts. She was afraid that she would lose control when facing her.

So, "Is Qing Shui waiting for Team Leader Mo here?"

The smile is sweet and impeccable.

Qinlian felt that at this moment, she could go into the entertainment industry.

"Correct."

"Then, then I'll go back to the small building to practice."

"Well, come on."

Feng Qingshui was still very gentle towards her recognized friends. She looked at Qinlian's slender arms and legs, thought for a while, and then said, "Don't be too tired. Cultivation doesn't happen overnight. To encourage seedlings to grow is tantamount to self-destruction. You take it easy."

Qinlian nodded, her heart was unconsciously sweetened by her sweetheart's words.

"Cough cough cough."

Holding her throat and coughing a few times, Qingsu looked at Qinlian with hatred, and almost looked like a shrew with her hips on her hips.

"You, you, you, what do you want me to say about you, Qinlian, you are hopeless!"

Qinlian: "..."

Can't she control her reaction all the time?

Is this also her fault?

With a soft snort, Qinlian stretched out her hand, twisted Qingsu's waist forcefully, and asked amidst her continuous gasps, "Are you leaving?"

Qingsu: "..."

"Get off!" Qin Lian's hand moved away in an instant, Qing Su felt that this girl, no, a woman, Qin Lian was becoming more and more ferocious.

"I'm going to stay here and wait for the fierce beast to come back."

Qinlian's spiritual power was low and she didn't realize that there were a few remaining auras of strange cultivators here, but he did.

Moreover, he also found that these breaths were exactly the same as the ones he felt on the campus of the Imperial University.

Combined with what Wushen said to stay here to protect Feng Qingshui, Qing Su understood that those few not-so-weak cultivators might be detrimental to Feng Qingshui.

Now Wushen is gone.

He might as well stay.

However, those people are afraid that they have all arrived in Huangquan by now. If Mo Xiongshou finds out that they have ill intentions towards Feng Qingshui, then they... Tsk.

"Oh."

From the corner of her eye, she saw that her sweetheart was looking at her, Qinlian stuck out her tongue, and explained softly: "It's Qingsu, he's here, I asked him if he can go."

Feng Qingshui raised her eyebrows and hummed, then asked with a smile, "Then he's leaving?"

"Do not."

Her heart was beating uncontrollably again, Qin Lian gritted her teeth, stomped her feet, turned around and ran away: "Goodbye, Qing Shui! I'll go back first!"

Feng Qingshui: "..."

I can't help but laugh.Feng Qingshui looked at Qinlian with fun, and ran away until she couldn't see Qinlian's back, then she bent her eyes and complained to Qingsu: "Am I so scary? I left in such a hurry."

Feng Qingshui, who couldn't hear Qingsu's answer, didn't care. She bent down and picked up the ponytail and went to sit in a secluded corner, resting her chin on her hands and continuing to meditate.

Behind her, Qingsu, who was lazily leaning against the wall of the Imperial Palace, stared at her back and muttered to herself: "From a certain angle, you are indeed quite scary."

...

In Huangquan, Ling Ran Yaoyao and his group looked at the black-clothed sword-wielding girl who was talking to Yinsi in mid-air, their eyes were full of fire.

"I haven't seen you for a while, this person has improved again."

Not long ago, Mo Rantong killed two thousand-year-old ghosts with a single sword. He was so powerful that the prospective heirs were both envious and amazed.

"That's right, he is indeed the heir of the Mo family's generation, and he is expected to become a fairy."

"There have been hundreds of years in this world where no cultivator has ascended. In the age of the Dharma, I don't know if Young Master Mo can break through the shackles and lead the way for us."

"My grandfather said that Young Master Mo is a genius who is once in a thousand years. If she can't, then all of us cultivators will have no hope in this life."

A group of people whispered, they were carrying magic weapons, and the extremely harsh environment of Huangquan had no effect on them.

When the Yin Division disappeared, the sword-wielding girl floated down from mid-air, and a group of people immediately surrounded her.

"Young Master Mo.", "Young Master Mo.", "Young Master Mo."...

Mo Rantong's hand holding the sword was slightly tight, and he looked at Ling Ran with extremely cold eyes: "What young master, who are you?"

Everyone: "..."

"Cough, Young Master Mo's face is still blind, and he even forgot our voices." Yao Yao said awkwardly, "I'm Yao Yi, them?"

"Needless to say, I know."

She was only face blind, but not amnesia, she retracted the sword into the storage ring, Mo Ran's face as cold as snow was not moved at all.

She looked at the group of people in front of her coolly, and her eyes were full of indifference: "Please let me go."

Everyone: "..."

Mo Rantong: "...don't let me?" With a thought, Mo Rantong held the sharp sword that had killed countless demons and ghosts again.

Seeing this, Ling Ran's expression changed, she looked at Mo Rantong in disbelief, her cold voice suddenly became sharper and sharper: "Young Master Mo!"

They are not her enemies, how can she treat them like this?

"Don't call me Young Master Mo." Uncomfortable with this title, Mo Rantong frowned, his expression gradually becoming sullen: "What do you want to do?"

Tensions.

Yao Yi and the others sensed Mo Rantong's impatience and were very disappointed.

"We came here to see you." Among the group, the long-haired woman holding a flute is named Xiao Liu, Yinxiu, and has a soft personality. The mouth was extremely wronged: "I heard that you fell in love with a person, that person has no spiritual power, and betrayed you."

Mo Rantong's face darkened: "So?"

"so,"

"Xiao Liu." Yao Yao, who is used to observing words and expressions, stopped Xiao Liu from continuing to speak. He swallowed quietly, looked at Mo Ranyu and said tentatively: "Not long ago, we met that man named Feng Qingshui. girl."

Mo Rantong blinked: "Oh?"

"Ah."

Seeing that the girl in black had a relaxed expression, and the temperament around her became softer, Yao Yao's nerves became even more tense for some reason, he closed his eyes, and simply finished the sentence: "She is very unfriendly to us, Said some dirty words, young master Mo, I, we think she is not suitable for you, you two are in the sky and the other is in the ground, you are the pride of heaven, but she is just a vulgar and unreasonable layman, and she dumps you. After you, look, you are surrounded by so many young talents and descendants of aristocratic families, why bother to get involved with her?"

Mo Rantong: "..."

"Ah."

She should have thought of it earlier.These people would want to separate her and Qingqing.

His whole body was full of hostility, Mo Rantong pointed the tip of his sword at Yao Yao, and sneered: "You guys made Qingqing angry, right?"

Everyone: "..."

Are they even angrier? !

Yao Yao coughed, and wanted to say something, when Mo Rantong said again: "Qingqing never plays petty temper to strangers for no reason, it must be what you did to her, first offend her, she Only to fight back."

The blade buzzed, and Mo Rantong tilted his head, with malice in his eyes, and said to everyone, "Come on, let's have a fight, let's learn from each other."