Fuck you

Ming Ronglan opened her eyes wide, her face turned red but she couldn't say a word.

Whose fault is it?Whose fault is this?Is it me?Is it Mingyue?

Why does this happen every time?

Why is it like this every time...?

Whose fault is it?

He couldn't figure it out and couldn't express it. He just felt a tightness in his chest, and he let out a series of short, stuffy coughs while holding his knees.

Mingyue Gui's gaze seemed to loosen, and after struggling, it became cold again.He turned his face and looked condescendingly at Jiang Gong who was in pain and almost knelt on the ground, and asked coldly, "Should we still talk?"

Jiang Gong's other hand, which was still intact, scrambled a few times in mid-air in vain, and then Shaoshang came back to his senses suddenly, and was about to draw his sword with his backhand.

Mi Shu didn't even look at her brother, she hid behind Xinghe with small steps, she didn't dare to touch him, she just stroked her chest and complained a little bit aggrieved.

"Don't make trouble." Qianmo pressed Shaoshang's hand holding the sword, and at the same time turned his head to sweep lightly, and the younger children who were about to move immediately calmed down obediently.

Jiang Gong's originally handsome face turned red and purple, and his arm was lowered in front of so many people. This was simply a great shame in his life.

The severe pain in his arm distorted his facial features, his legs trembled, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to beg for mercy. Jiang Gong's cultivation base was not as good as Mingyuegui's, and at this moment he had no strength to gather spirits. He didn't seem to hear what Mingyuegui said He only looked at Ming Ronglan who was standing aside with a sneer, and endured the pain and said: "You, your good brother..."

Mingyuegui was extremely angry, it was obviously this person's fault, why didn't she just say a word of apology? !

He snapped his left hand back and was about to unload Jiang Gong's shoulders, when Xinghe, who had been silent and had zero sense of presence, suddenly moved, and stretched out his hand to everything between the two of them.

I didn't see how Xinghe moved. It seemed that with just a light swipe, Mingyuegui's fingers involuntarily dropped Jiang Gong's shoulders, numb as if stung by a bee.

At this time, the anger was in full swing, and Jiang Gong was stubborn again, the flesh at the corner of Mingyue Gui's mouth was jumping, and he turned his palms to chase after him with red eyes. In just three or four breaths, Xinghe blocked it. He made four or fifty strokes, and the air waves released by his spiritual power carried fine frost and rolled into several fine frosty winds.

The children nearby hurriedly backed away, but they were excited in the panic of fleeing farther away. What is lacking in a too comfortable day is stimulation, even if it is only a little bit, it is enough to ignite the restless blood in the bones.

Ming Ronglan's palms were sweating, he was more worried that Mingyuegui would hurt Xinghe than that Xinghe would hurt Mingyuegui.A youth from Qingqiu who blocked Mingyuegui on the outskirts of Baize's shooting range is still bedridden.

Xinghe seemed to be impatient, he clasped Mingyuegui's wrist with his fingers and pulled it forward, Mingyuegui couldn't resist at all, and his shoulder hit Xinghe's chest.

Xinghe lowered his head, half-folded next to his ear and said, "Are you sure you want to go crazy here?"

Ming Yuegui narrowed his eyes, his pupils constricted violently, he raised his head and stared at Xinghe's eyes without moving, those eyes were too quiet and indifferent, at such a close distance he could even clearly see his hostile strange face in his pupils.

The two of them faced each other in silence, Xinghe's gaze still carried the innate arrogance and disdain, and the two emotions completely different from indifference merged perfectly in his eyes, converging into a bottomless dark river, It seems that just staring at it like this will sink to the bottom of the river forever with all the pain and resentment in life.

After a while, Mingyue Gui slightly staggered his eyes, and the hesitant drop of sweat on his forehead finally slipped into the end of his eyes. He blinked slightly, and the fine sweat slid down his tense cheeks like tears.

"I..." Mingyue Gui said, "...I'm sorry."

His voice was hoarse as if he was sawing wood. Although his expression was relaxed, the muscles in his arms were still a little stiff. Xinghe didn't speak, but let go of the hand that was clamping his arm, and took a step back.

Mingyue Gui swayed twice, and Ming Ronglan stretched out his hand to hold his arm. At this moment, Jiang Gong, who was lying on the ground, did not know where to gather strength. Long pointed.

Like a small animal that is dying to fight back, the sharp cone is facing the bright moon and going away, just like Bai Ze's last moment outside the shooting range, all the strength and resentment accumulated are poured into this blow, and the speed is fast. Even Xinghe didn't have time to stop it.

Mingrong Lan stopped in his tracks, his movements became sluggish because he was too frightened, when he turned around and wanted to stop him, the sharp cone was about to touch Mingyue's back heart, he could only see Jiang Gong's crazy face coming from A flash of light flashed in front of my eyes, and my ears were filled with shouts from all around and Jiang Gong's resentful "Go to hell."

However, at this moment, Ming Yuegui, who was being supported by Ming Ronglan, suddenly turned her head, her originally scattered eyes suddenly converged into the blade's edge, her right hand quickly turned behind her back, her index finger and middle finger caught half of Jiang Gong's trembling palm.

Jiang Gong's eyes widened in an instant, and his frantic expression climbed to a touch of panic.

He opened his mouth a little bit as if he was unresponsive, and the word "no" rolled out of his throat, and was then drowned out by his own screams.

The corner of Mingyuegui's mouth curled into a smile, and she neatly removed his other wrist.

"Why do you provoke me again and again." He grabbed the spirit awl, his fingernails leaked a little blood because of the tight grip, "How can I be sorry to you Mr. Jiang, I want you to fight against me everywhere!"

Everything happened in an instant, and the disciples were a little confused. Whether Mingyue Gui broke Jiang Gong's two arms or Jiang Gong pierced the spirit cone into Mingyue Gui's back heart, either ending was too cruel, and it was not something that should have happened under the watchful eyes of the Jiuzhongtian. things.

Qianmo stopped Shaoshang, his voice was not his own: "Mingyuegui, calm down."

calm?He almost killed me, how do you want me to calm down?

"It hurts, doesn't it?" He just looked at Jiang Gong without blinking, and twirled the spirit awl that was about to disperse with his fingertips, "You are not the only direct descendant of the Jiang family, so it doesn't matter if there are any?"

Jiang Gong was in so much pain that he couldn't move, and he gasped even more when he heard this.

Some people wanted to persuade them, but they were too shocked by Mingyuegui's terrifying expression to go forward, pulling the people beside them, whispering or scolding loudly.

Xinghe's face was stern, but his voice trembled imperceptibly. As long as he remembered the scene of Jiang Gong stabbing with the spirit awl, his heart would panic and his hands and feet would be cold.

But at this time, Mingyuegui obviously couldn't listen to anything.