My wife is beautiful

The Taoist priest in gray was following orders, so naturally he would not talk much to Mr. Zhao, he just walked forward step by step, holding a short knife that was shining with cold light, and said with a sneer: "In that case, you will die with him .”

As soon as the words fell, he made a move, and the short knife slashed down in the air. Master Zhao's forehead was sweating, but he gritted his teeth, abandoned all fear, and exerted all his strength to block his hand in the air. .

"Huaijing!"

Li Qingshu exclaimed, and said urgently: "Huai Jing, you are no match for him, you go and find someone!"

The tip of the knife was facing Master Zhao's eyes, there was only three inches of space left, and it seemed that it was about to pierce Master Zhao's beautiful peach eyes in the next moment, it was very dangerous!Master Zhao held the opponent's hand tightly so that he could not take a step closer, and then shouted to Li Qingshu: "Go quickly! Your life is more important than anyone else, go quickly!"

Li Qingshu opened his lips, showing no intention of leaving, with a serious expression on his face. Instead, he drew a long sword from the small couch behind him, before the gleaming short knife was about to pierce Mr. Zhao's eyeballs. For a moment, he swung his sword and attacked the gray-clothed Taoist priest.In this way, the Taoist priest in gray must have pushed Master Zhao away, and they re-divided the battle situation.

Li Qingshu pointed his long sword at the other party, his untwisted long hair was fluttering slightly under the sudden strong autumn wind and rain splashed by the window, standing thin and proud, he protected Master Zhao behind him, and said coldly: "You What the hell, Zhao Huaijing's life is mine, and it's not your turn to speak up!"

The consequence of being held back by Mr. Zhao and being unable to dodge in time is that his arm was scratched by the long sword in Li Qingshu's hand.Unexpectedly, even when Li Qingshu was sick, he would be so prepared and would hide a sword in the house.

The gray-clothed Taoist pressed his right arm, blood stained half of his sleeve, a gleam of blood flashed in his eyes, he suddenly smiled and said: "Li Sanshao is worthy of being Li Sanshao, you really shouldn't underestimate it, it seems that I underestimated the enemy."

Li Qingshu also smiled and said: "It seems that you know a lot, who are you?"

The Taoist priest in gray shook his head, holding a short knife to block in front of him, already in a combat stance, he said: "You are confusing me, trying to delay me."

Li Qingshu drew out the sword formula with the long sword in his hand, his eyes flashed, full of fighting intent, he said: "You are very smart, it's a pity, I'm afraid you won't live long."

The gray-clothed Taoist priest was stunned instead, wondering: "Why can't I live long?"

"You talk too much." Master Zhao answered for Li Qingshu.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and at this dangerous juncture, they actually made a joke.

The gray-clothed Taoist priest knew he had been tricked, so ashamed and indignant, he bowed forward and attacked first.Although Li Qingshu's body is not fully recovered now, the swordsmanship he practiced since he was a child is not limited to hand gestures. He held a sword flower and deflected the gray-clothed Taoist's attack seemingly easily.

After more than a dozen moves like this, it seemed that the two were evenly matched, but only Mr. Zhao could see that Li Qingshu was at the end of his strength, and his internal strength was temporarily lost, so he couldn't last long with only sword moves.

After Li Qingshu led the gray-clothed Taoist priest to a corner of the room to fight, his body was still gradually weakened, and he abruptly carried the knife that the gray-clothed Taoist priest had slashed with all his strength, turned around and shouted hurriedly: "Huaijing, go find my uncle!"

"I..." With such a crisis, Mr. Zhao couldn't convince himself to leave.

But the gray-clothed Taoist priest had already guessed Li Qingshu's intentions and saw that Li Qingshu was just holding on. Taking advantage of this moment, he gathered strength in his palm and knocked Li Qingshu's palm down on the mahogany table. Broken to the ground, Li Qingshu leaned on the stool behind him and slowly climbed up, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Injuries added to injuries, but Li Qingshu didn't even have the strength to stand up, and the long sword fell to the ground. On the cold sword light, a piece of bright red slowly slid down the blue brick floor.Seeing the bloodthirsty look in the eyes of the gray-clothed Taoist priest and the dagger that was already raised in mid-air, Mr. Zhao suddenly felt bad, so he rushed over to Li Qingshu, rolled him on the spot, and the two escaped by chance. day of birth.

Li Qingshu was supported by Mr. Zhao and stood up, as if he had hurt his lungs. After coughing a few times, the bright red from the corners of his mouth overflowed even more.The Taoist priest in gray couldn't take a single blow, so he naturally chased after him again, and stabbed Li Qingshu with his dagger. In the blink of an eye, Mr. Zhao turned himself and Li Qingshu to switch positions with lightning speed.

That knife missed Li Qingshu, but cut a big gash in Mr. Zhao's left arm. Mr. Zhao, who had never experienced such pain, couldn't help groaning and almost fell down, but he held back the pain Li Qingshu guarded behind him, in a panic, picked up the long sword beside him, and stopped in front of the gray-clothed Taoist priest, his fingertips were still trembling.

"Don't come here!"

Mr. Zhao has never killed anyone, never fought, and he can't even hold a sword.Holding the sword hilt with both hands, as the gray-clothed Taoist priest approached step by step, he also retreated step by step.

In just three steps, it's over.

Mr. Zhao turned his head to look at Li Qingshu who had already passed out, his brows were tightly frowned, and he got a little courageous, and shouted angrily: "Don't come here, otherwise... don't blame me for being rude!"

The Taoist priest in gray shook his face coldly, shaking off the blood on the dagger.

With a thud, the blood drops fell on the blue brick floor, and a strange and enchanting blood flower bloomed.

Mr. Zhao's heart trembled, and the sword in his hand trembled accordingly. He had no way to retreat, so he took up the weapon for the one he loved and killed him.

Master Zhao thought so.

"I don't want to kill you, but you are like this, I have to kill you."

The Taoist priest in gray said, "The order I accepted was only to kill him."

Master Zhao still stood firmly in front of Li Qingshu, he seemed to be more calm than before, despite the danger, he still said in his calmest tone: "As long as I am alive, I will never abandon him again! "

The other party will not bother about trivial matters, he is just a weapon to kill.

"Sorry, I can only kill you both."

When he said this, he had already raised the short knife in his hand, but at this moment, a colder person came outside the door. He seemed to come with a bone-chilling wind and snow, which made people feel trembling all over. .

"I'm afraid you won't be able to move a single one today."

Ling Xiaoran said coldly, the Taoist priest in gray didn't seem to expect him to appear again, his eyes widened in shock, while the other party was only standing at the door, drawing his sword out of its sheath lightly, the movement was so fast that the naked eye couldn't see clearly Master Zhao just remembered shaking his eyes, and his sword was sheathed again, and then the Taoist priest in gray slowly fell down, his eyes widened, as if they were about to fall out.

There was a sound of falling to the ground with a plop, and the next moment, a tiny, pink sword mark slowly opened on the neck of the gray-clothed Taoist priest, changing from pink to bright red, the sword mark was shallow, but followed by a column of blood surging out out……

The killer is dead.

Only then did Mr. Zhao notice that there was a drop of blood on Ling Xiaoran's snow-white clothes, only one drop!

But it was definitely not the blood of the gray-clothed Taoist priest. He was surrounded by a cold and frightening sword intent, like an immortal returning from the Shura field.

Master Zhao realized how worried Li Qingshu was that Ling Xiaoran would kill him. In his opinion, Ling Xiaoran could easily kill someone without changing his face.Master Zhao's eyes froze as he watched this good show that ended, and then he realized that he dropped his sword and gently hugged Li Qingshu behind him.

"Qingshu! Qingshu, wake up! Don't sleep!"

Ling Xiaoran stepped over the corpse indifferently, resting his cold fingertips on Li Qingshu's pulse, and then said lightly: "I'm in a coma, I suffered internal injuries, it's fine, I'll wake up soon."

The teardrops that could not fall from the corners of Mr. Zhao's eyes were quickly withdrawn, and then he looked at Ling Xiaoran in a daze with some fear, and stammered, "Thank you...thank you..."

Ling Xiaoran seemed a little surprised, he took another look at Master Zhao, then frowned, and reminded: "Did you let him lie on the ground?"

Master Zhao immediately shook his head, carefully picked up Li Qingshu, and let him lie on the soft and comfortable bed. Ling Xiaoran behind him watched his trembling movements and frowned dissatisfiedly, but seeing his arm The dissatisfaction disappeared in an instant.

Li Qingshu drank the medicine made by Ling Xiaoran himself, and finally woke up two hours later.

It was already a starry night, and at that time Mr. Zhao was already exhausted and collapsed in the rearranged room, sitting at the table and taking a nap with his head propped on his right hand.Ling Xiaoran was sitting by the bed, Li Qingshu saw him at a glance, and immediately felt relieved, but when he saw the dark color on Master Zhao's bright red sleeve, he immediately frowned.

Ling Xiaoran naturally noticed it too, and when he was about to speak, Li Qingshu's index finger was placed on his lips and he gave a small hiss, and whispered to him: "Don't disturb Huaijing."

Ling Xiaoran: "..."

Seeing that his uncle seemed a little unhappy, Li Qingshu propped himself up and sat up. He felt a pain in his chest, and his movements stopped. Ling Xiaoran silently helped him sit up, fed him a pill, and lowered his voice. Said in a loud voice: "During this period of time, take a good rest and don't go out for a few days."

I didn't go out at first, but the trouble came.Li Qingshu thought in his heart that after taking the elixir, his chest felt much more comfortable. As expected, he asked Mr. Zhao again: "Uncle, Huaijing is injured, why don't you bandage him?"

Ling Xiaoran raised his eyebrows and said: "It's just a flesh injury, he didn't want to bandage himself."

"That can't be done... Hiss..." The sudden movement of getting up touched his chest again, Li Qingshu took a deep breath, pressed it on his chest and rubbed it gently for a while, then slowly calmed down, and said: "Huaijing's body You are delicate and weak, and you are not like uncle, you will get sick if you don't bandage it!"

"What kind of person am I?" Ling Xiaoran asked angrily.

Li Qingshu, who knew what he said wrong, immediately made amends: "A martial arts practitioner, a peerless master! Uncle, do you think this will work?"

Ling Xiaoran stood up with his head tilted, and said: "It's getting late, and the mountain road is difficult to walk when it's raining, so I don't care about him staying here. You should go to bed early too."

Li Qingshu looked at Ling Xiaoran in surprise, and the other party said: "I'll talk about it tomorrow, I'll put the medicine box here, if you want to bandage it, you can do it yourself."

His tone seemed a little helpless, with a hint of pampering.Li Qingshu smiled and said, "Thank you uncle for your understanding!"

Ling Xiaoran gave him a sideways glance, turned around and left the room without a sound.