refuse to be a teacher

Yun Zhehuan couldn't see clearly from the back, so he felt that he must have been injured when he saw the bloody stool, and Yan Jue was at a disadvantage for a long time, so he was so impatient for a while, he couldn't hold back anymore, and pushed his body from the pillow to the ground. One side said: "Get out of the way! This is the situation, do you think the weapon in your hand is for playing?"

From under the pillow, he stared at the fiery sword light in Xue Lanyin's hand and said: "Zhe Huan, don't be impulsive!"

Yun Zhehuan's eyes trembled slightly, and he immediately said angrily: "Congzhen, when did you become so timid and fearful?"

Halfway through the conversation, I suddenly felt a surge of heat on my face, and when I turned my head again, the Yaling fierce sword, which was stained with Xue Lanyin's blood, suddenly woke up from its slumber, like the ferocious fangs of a wild beast, almost Under the unstoppable human power, they neighed with grief and anger one after another.

At that moment, Yun Zhehuan suddenly understood Xue Lan's intention of self-mutilation because he drew his sword just now.

He cut his fingers and fused the fresh blood in his body with the sword body. It was precisely because of his special constitution that he was able to revitalize the brutal nature of the fierce sword.

—But why?

She had always simply thought that Xue Lanyin was just an ordinary person with many helpless pasts.But now, she can no longer ignore the frequent and continuous bizarre incidents on him.

Yun Zhehuan frowned, and turned his eyes to the silent pillow behind him—the latter was also preoccupied, and repeatedly shook his head at her as a warning, apparently not wanting her to rush to risk himself.

And at the same time when she was full of hesitation, the blood-stained Ya Ling sword lost control and swept out towards the periphery. It was Xue Lan who suppressed the strong sword energy because of her intentional luck. But it was still being dragged forward a few feet away.

Shen Miaozhou knew early in the morning that the fusion of the fierce sword and its blood would lead to right and wrong, but Xue Lan was so reckless and reckless about the consequences. Seeing that Ya Lingjian's fierce appearance was revealed, she hurriedly murmured that it was not good, and Fang wanted to raise her finger and cast a spell to force it. After sheathing it back, the sharp sword tip was already rushing towards her close to the door, stabbing directly at her unsuspecting vitals.

Seeing this, Mo Fuqiu couldn't help but his complexion changed drastically. In desperation, he could only hold the edge of the wooden wheelchair tightly and shouted loudly: "Miaozhou be careful!"

Yan Jue, who was already exhausted not far away, caught a glimpse of Ya Lingjian being pulled out of the sheath in this way, and was immediately stunned, and was so stunned for a while that he didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

Just in that split second, a dark figure descended from the sky and stood firmly on the ground just before the sword edge hurt Shen Miaozhou. Immediately, the Ya Ling sword was shaken away with the condensed and flowing zhenqi around him, taking advantage of the situation. He pulled the panicked woman beside him into his arms to prevent the external force from hurting her in the slightest.

Even so, Ya Lingjian who devoured all human blood and was on the verge of going berserk should not be underestimated.

Xue Lan supported the hilt of the sword and rested it deep in the palm of his hand, so when the wave of thick true energy rushed towards his face, he was powerless to dodge, and he was about to fly outward with the sword When he went out, he suddenly felt his waist tighten, and was pressed firmly back to his chest by Yan Jue who rushed over from Shunbu. His slender fingers went around his arms and clasped firmly on the Ya Ling sword. After reaching the edge of the blade, within a short while, he forcibly appeases the restless and fierce sword, and holds it firmly in his hand.

For a moment, everyone around was still in shock, but Mo Fuqiu recovered from his gloomy expression, hurriedly looked at the black-clothed figure who was shielding his body from the sword, and said, "Miao Zhou... Junior Brother?! Are you okay?" ! Are there any injuries?"

Shen Miaozhou suddenly lifted her head from that person's embrace, and took a closer look, it was indeed Gu Hebai who rushed forward to protect her, while Mo Fuqiu, who had crippled legs, could only stand in the woods far away. Sitting in a wheelchair, living alone is worrying and anxious.

Such an atmosphere is somewhat indescribably weird.Shen Miaozhou gently pushed the person away, before she said a word or two, but seeing Gu Hebai's figure trembled violently, almost staggered and fell to the ground, her heart jumped, she quickly stretched out her hand to hold his arm and said : "Brother Gu! Did you get hurt somewhere...?"

Gu Hebai took a deep breath, shook his head lightly and said: "The situation was really urgent just now, I couldn't resist completely for a while, I suffered some internal injuries, it's okay."

Hearing the words, Mo Fuqiu immediately followed up with the wooden wheelchair, and stretched out his hand to stroke Gu Hebai's pulse, saying: "What a fool! The Ya Ling sword is so fierce and hard to beat, how could you just cast a spell at will and be able to parry it?" living?"

Gu Hebai sighed: "... I can't just watch Senior Sister Shen get hurt and leave her to die?"

Mo Fuqiu looked sideways slightly, facing Shen Miaozhou's flustered and complex eyes, and was silent for a while, as if he wanted to say something, when suddenly he heard a faint low cough sound coming from his ears, the three brothers and sisters gathered together Turning his head, he saw that Yan Jue, who was holding the Ya Ling sword tightly, looked pale and could hardly stand firm anymore.

Just now, the set of instant fingerings that suppressed Ya Lingjian in one go, obviously exhausted the last trace of internal strength left in Yan Jue's body.At the moment, the whole body is weak and weak, Xue Lanyin pulled him heavily on his shoulder, his brows were involuntarily frowned, and he scolded him word by word: "Bastard boy, who made you draw your sword like this?" , don’t you want to die?”

Because Xue Lan didn't say a word, she hesitated for a while alone, but reached out and grabbed Yan Jue's wrist to check his pulse carefully, and said, "Master, you are already like this, so don't worry about scolding me anymore, okay?"

After hearing this, Yan Jue was stunned, and immediately said angrily: "Xue Xiaomao, who do you think you are talking to?"

Because Xue Lan's mind was in a mess, she didn't have time to play tricks and coax him right now, so she put one hand on Yan Yao's waist and pulled him closer, and said in a low voice, "Don't move, I'll use some of your internal strength , otherwise, with your current situation, you will be exhausted in a short time."

Yan Jue was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly waved his hand to push Xue Lanyin's palm aside, which was about to transmit his internal energy, and shook his head uncompromisingly, saying: "I don't need your internal energy, just take care of yourself."

Because Xue Lan lowered her head slightly, she saw the pale and weak face of the person in front of her, her heart ached for a moment, and she couldn't help but grabbed Yan Jue's wrist again and said, "Master, don't be stubborn, it's just a little internal strength, and it doesn't take much trouble."

Yan Jue is lonely and arrogant, and has always disliked relying on others to live.In addition, in the past 16 years, Xue Lan was always cherished by him as if held at the tip of his heart, so no matter how down and out he is now, Yan Jue will never let him sacrifice himself to protect him in front of him.

It's just that he had exhausted all his internal strength just now, and saw this bastard apprentice doing a bunch of thankless and stupid things with the Ya Ling sword. Cold severity.

Without even thinking about it, he brushed Xue Lanyin away again and said, "...Get lost."

This time, it really pushed Xue Lanyin's eyes to darken, and the anxious luster on his face sank inch by inch, like a pool of stagnant water tending to be silent.

Yan Jue felt that the word "roll" was too loud for his ears, and when he glanced silently at the side of his apprentice's face which was instantly eclipsed, he felt somewhat remorseful.

However, what is said is water that is poured out, and more explanations will only be self-defeating.Yan Jue thought about it with some hesitation, then moved his lips, and was trying to say something to Xue Lanyin, when his eyes suddenly dimmed, and he was pulled back by the ignorant bastard.

Yan Jue was stunned for a moment, but before he realized what shocking and stupid actions Xue Lan was planning, he felt a sudden warmth on his lips, and two pieces of things that did not belong to him were added, and they were passed on continuously. What came over was Xue Lan's meager internal strength that was rapidly draining from her body.

At that moment, even Xue Lanyin didn't know what he was thinking.He only felt that Yan Jue's refusal to accept his internal strength was mostly because he disliked him or was still angry, but at such a critical moment of life and death, he couldn't allow Yan Jue to be as stubborn and stubborn as usual.

He thought for a while, since the transfer of internal force from hand to hand can be pushed aside by Yan Jue again and again, then it is better to have a mouth-to-mouth transfer of internal force, which comes quickly and practically.

But in the final analysis, Xue Lan seems to be well-founded because of this series of crazy actions. If he really asks him to ask himself, there is a bit of "revenge and counterattack" personal color.He seems to be docile and sensible on weekdays, and his methods of coaxing people are one set after another. It can be said that there are all kinds of tricks emerging one after another—but in fact, his behavior carries a trace of perverseness that is difficult for others to detect.

Yan Jue just said "Get out" to him, so naturally he wouldn't really get out, but if he was to swallow this sullen breath unconsciously, that would be very unlikely.

It's just that Xue Lanyin's heart was indeed a little refreshed by this, and the crowd standing around were already dumbfounded, and he almost dropped half of his jaw in shock.

If it is said that men and women heal each other's wounds with oral force, it is indeed a rare romantic and harmonious scene-but now these two handsome men are leaning face to mouth in public In one place, apart from the lingering beauty of the picture, it is more unbelievably horrified and stunned.

Especially our little patriarch Yun Zhehuan, who is fledgling and ignorant of human affairs, now only feels that he has blinded a pair of eyes and saw something that he shouldn't see.

However, Yan Jue is a thin-skinned master after all, and it didn't take long for Xue Lan to gnaw his mouth until his face was blue, but the roots of his ears were so red, he gained strength after struggling twice, and suddenly got up and threw him off Stepping aside, he said, "...a villain! How can you behave like this...in broad daylight?"

Xue Lan was pushed back by him, and the warm and familiar touch seemed to linger on her lips, so she swallowed, raised her hand, and wiped Yan Jue's lips in a mysterious way, heartbroken. The feeling that Dao just touched is too familiar. If you have to explore it carefully, there is a unique possibility-Xue Lanyin has taken advantage of Yan Jue in this way in the past.

So... when is it?And in what kind of situation?

Because Xue Lan's scalp was numb, she seemed to vaguely feel that she was about to think of something, and when she raised her eyes again, she saw that the three brothers and sisters who had been stunned by him just now had stepped forward, among them Gu Hebai. Shen Miaozhou supported her steadily with one hand, and she still did not forget to raise the dagger in her hand and point it directly at Yan Jue's eyebrows, saying: "Enough... Seeing this farce, it's time for the curtain call. Yan Jue, you look like this, no matter how you struggle If you are imaginary, it would be better to die early and be reborn as a good ghost in the underworld!"

Mo Fuqiu was also sitting on the wooden wheelchair with Ling Ran, looking up at his master and apprentice, he said: "Er Jin has been with you for 16 years, it's time for you...to return him."

Before the words fell, only a low chuckle was heard.Yan Jue used the "hard-won" internal strength just now to barely stand firm, and then blocked Xue Lanyin behind his back and said: "...Return? Is the head of Momo joking with me? "

Mo Fuqiu raised his chin, and said in a cold voice: "This originally belonged to my Lingtai Yijian sect. If you take it away, you can take it away. What is the difference between this and a robber?"