[Quick Transit] After flirting with the sickly boss

What he meant was obvious, that although this person was a victim, his temperament was not far from that of a monster, and it would be best to kill him.

Because of face, and the other party is a human being, I really can't say this, so I said it so tactfully.

Others also responded one after another, presumably because the monsters are really difficult to deal with, and they don't want to leave any more troubles.

"In that case," Luo He's voice was clear and clear, "this son will be entrusted to me to teach. I just happened to be injured, and I'm afraid I'll have to raise him for decades. The bitter cold of practicing swords just sharpens his hostility."

"The power of Yushan, this..."

Dong Xing'an secretly regretted it, he didn't expect that the little master uncle was such a soft-hearted person.

If I had known that he would not have gone to the Futang, I would have gone to my little martial uncle's Xushan even if I had to roll around!

Luo He walked in front of the young man, his eyes sharpened, and an ugly monster shot out from the open door on the ground, as fast as lightning.

It had a fat head and big ears, like a cow with four legs, but a group of flamboyant "tentacles" grew on its back, spewing out venom all over the sky.

All the cultivators who can stand here alive are experienced in many battles, and subconsciously resorted to their housekeeping skills to attack. Some cultivators exclaimed: "King-level monsters! There are still remnants!"

Even Dong Xing'an, who was young and immature when he first came, moved extremely quickly, using talismans to attract thunder in a sea of ​​colorful spiritual power, causing dozens of wrist-thick purple thunder to strike down.

The monster was besieged, the boy was the closest, and those attacks did not avoid him at all, as if they were going to kill him together.

The young man managed to survive until now, his heart was full of hatred, he almost thought that he was going to die here today.

But his wrist was held by a hand with skin as cold as snow and a slight temperature.

That hand pulled him up, and a tough light blue air enveloped him, but when he looked up, he saw this man in white with a face that was as gorgeous as a peach and plum, and he was a little stunned for a moment.

The air mask blocked the overwhelming black venom and the colorful spiritual attacks. Wen Yi even had tinnitus, but he clearly heard the man ask him: "Are you afraid?"

Wen Yi said harshly: "I'm afraid it's a bitch, if I have the ability, I'll kill it with one blow!"

"Children, don't swear." Luo He pursed his lips slightly, and drew out his sword, "But this sentence is right, one sword is enough."

The long sword in his hand, like the flowing moonlight, hummed happily.

There was a fleeting smile on the red lips on the handsome face carved from ice jade, and the next moment, the sword was like a dragon.

When he drew his sword, all these attacks could not resist this biting cold light.

The king-level monster was stabbed through the heart with a sword, frozen into a big block of ice, and fell down with a bang.

The cultivator set the fire on fire, but seeing the young man led by Luo He, although his face was dirty, his star-like eyes were looking up at Luo He without blinking.

Wen Yi was beside him, holding his hand.

That hand is soft, but there are hard calluses on the fingertips, and the temperature is slightly cool, as if the coldness of this person comes from his bones, but his heart is hot, and he can bleed out a handful of hot blood .

He knew that this person was able to kill the monster with a single sword, and the monster had already been injured after several rounds of attacks by those cultivators.

But he couldn't restrain himself from wanting this thought.

What a powerful and beautiful being, he wanted him.

Wanted him heartily.

Luo He retracted his sword and let out a muffled groan.