Why are you here?
Song Tong was holding a bloody fire fox in his hand. Seeing Song Ziqing subconsciously hiding it behind him, he noticed that his movements were a little overwhelming, and smiled embarrassedly, with a pure and cute expression. I planned to make a little jacket for my sister, but I didn't expect to be discovered so soon...
Judging from his affectionate appearance, if she hadn't discovered the clue, I wonder how long would he have been tricked by him as a fool!
Song Ziqing was so angry that her lips were trembling, and she wanted to come forward and slap him immediately, asking him to explain to herself what had happened in the past few days
Her appearance that could not hide her inner monologue fell into Song Tong's eyes, causing the smile in his eyes to fade away slightly. How did she find out? It's so interesting. My sister is rare to be smart.
Removing the darkness in his eyes, he blinked and looked at Rong Qiheng. The perfect mask had no flaws: Brother Rong, are you...? His eyes fell on the flashing red essence.
Rong Qiheng did not reply immediately, his blue eyes looked back and forth on him. After a moment, he nodded and signaled him to sit down: Let me see your legs
Song Tong was stunned for a moment, and soon returned to normal. He sat down obediently, with a bright and obedient smile. What's wrong with my legs? He lifted up his trouser legs and showed his hideous ankles without caring.
Rong Qiheng was somewhat unbearable
This junior brother is a stunning master of swordsmanship. His spiritual roots were sealed ten years ago, but with his unyielding perseverance, he practiced the sword skills he practiced by his servant disciples to the pinnacle. He happened to be caught by the head and made an exception to accept them as his personal disciple.
Since then, he has indeed lived up to his good talent. His achievements in kendo have become more and more powerful than the rest of the sect leader in just a few years.
He is not arrogant or impatient, and his daily training volume is not inferior to himself. He is also humble and seeks advice from time to time.
With such talent and character, Rong Qiheng originally thought that he would have made great achievements in the swordsmanship, and was once relieved.
But unexpectedly, the accident happened so suddenly. This junior brother had a misfortune. He encountered the demon ancestor who shouldn't have appeared there during a demon-elimination mission. Not only did he destroy one of his legs, but he also planted a demon seal on the injury. As his cultivation level increases, the backlash of the demon seal will become more and more serious. His mind is very likely to be eroded by the demonic energy, and then he will become possessed by the demonic path.
The head of the sect gave him a drop of blood to seal the demon seal. However, in order to eliminate the possibility of demonization, Song Tong abandoned the sword and practiced the formation. His cultivation has slowed down a lot in recent years, and the genius in the past has gradually disappeared from mortals.
Rong Qiheng's pinching technique, the spell hit Song Tong's wounded leg, and a complex spell seal appeared on his mottled scar.
The seal is fine, there is no sign of demonization
He looked up and looked at him seriously: Have you ever seen Yun Shang?
Junior Sister Yun? Song Tong tilted his head and thought for a while. He met him during the evaluation at the end of the year, but he disappeared after that.
The boy looked up and looked at the two people who seemed to be here to seek punishment, and said in confusion: What's wrong with her?
Song Tong firmly believed that he had not revealed any flaws. He didn't know what clues the other party had. Anyway, he didn't plan to admit it so quickly.
This statement obviously conflicts with Song Ziqing's words
Rong Qiheng lowered his eyebrows and eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, but the atmosphere became a little quiet for no reason.
Haven't seen it before? He sighed, and a faint disappointment spread in his heart
No, the boy still shook his head
Rong Qiheng responded lightly, I understand
After saying that, when everyone thought he was about to leave, the man swept across the red refining hand, his sword energy was like a rainbow, and his movements were so clean that it was outrageous.
Song Ziqing felt that the whole room began to shake, with vision and senses intertwined, giving people an extremely shocking feeling. With just one sword, the barriers of the two spaces were cut through, like countless crystal crystals scattered all over the ground.
On the bed where there was no one, a young girl appeared with her skin as beautiful as mutton fat and her beauty.
She covered her body with a thin quilt, only a small head was exposed, her eyelashes were black and long, and she covered her eyelids and trembled slightly. Her blushed cheeks seemed to be traces of sleeping soundly, but her undulating chest showed that her breathing was not stable, the hair on her forehead was wet with sweat, and her mouth was unconsciously sweet and groaning in her mouth.
After the space barrier was broken, a rich lotus fragrance began to spread in the air. It was someone who had ever had a skin-friendship. Rong Qiheng quickly realized the source of the fragrance and his face became a little ugly.
How many times did it take to make the fragrance that was so rich that it could not even be blown away by the wind?
Yun, Junior Sister Yun?! Are you really here? Song Ziqing was secretly happy and deliberately took a step closer and pretended to lift her quilt, but was stopped by Rong Qiheng
The girl on the bed seemed to be unable to hear the outside world's voice, her eyes closed and she twisted her body uncomfortable
Seeing this, Song Ziqing covered her face pretentiously, her face full of disbelief. How could you... be?
The face of the blow was suddenly panicked after his eyes swept to Song Tong
The boy blinked, and an abnormal rosy red appeared on his face. He also sucked a lot of moonflower liquid by mistake. He relied on spiritual power to suppress it without revealing his flaws. Seeing that the paper could not contain the fire, his breath became hot and rapid, and his eyes were filled with a passionate madness.
He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and his bright scarlet eyes stared at Song Ziqing tightly, as if he was happy by her expression. He raised the corner of his mouth and asked with a smile: Sister, are you scared?
Just like a prank child, who wants to excitedly confirm his success, even if he is exposed, he will only show off how powerful he is.
Song Ziqing had never seen him like this before, and she was stunned and didn't know how to react.
Song Tong smiled and approached her. She widened her eyes in surprise, took a step back exaggeratedly, just hitting the chair, and fell to a little embarrassedly.
On top
Such a loud sound seems a bit ironic in the silent space
Can't stand it anymore? The boy looked at her condescendingly, with a hint of understanding in his eyes.
Suddenly, he felt a little itchy on his face, and he reached out and touched it, his fingertips were wet, and then he realized that he was crying.
The boy was confused when he looked at the crystal clear on his fingertips. After a few seconds, he covered his face and laughed. He bent over and twitched all over, like a patient who escaped from a mental hospital.
The more he did this, the more afraid Song Ziqing would be
A Tong...what is wrong with you? Don't do this...wow!
While she persuaded her, her body was retreating honestly. The cliff-like feeling made her face pale. She never thought that she would offend him so deeply if she did this.
She thought the other party had someone else on her back, but she didn't expect that she would bring out more secrets beyond imagination
The boy was so happy that he couldn't breathe, tears kept oozing out from his fingers. It was not difficult to imagine how twisted and gloomy the sunny and warm face was now.
There is only one thing in this world, and Song Tong still cannot understand why she wants to let him live?
When he was in the Song family, everyone wanted him to die quickly, including his biological mother. Over time, even he felt that he shouldn't be alive.
Even though the cage was opened by my sister, he couldn't find any reason to convince himself to escape.
But she refused to give up. She ran away all the way in the desert with her back, even though her feet were covered in blood and cried in the throat, he heard the sister say to herself over and over again:
You can't die
You can't die!
What was he thinking at that time?
Probably... As long as you are there, as long as you still want me to live, I will not die
Her constant love gave him meaning of survival, but when did it change? After nearly half a year of escape, they met Rong Qiheng and were taken to Tianxuan Mountain.
So the boy discovered the so-called love and another side that he didn't understand.
She was able to divide love into many shares for different people, but at the same time asked him for loyalty in the name of love. Except for the first time he discovered that he had an affair with another man, after a moment of panic, she had some confidence. Whether it was her hypocrisy or her natural possessiveness, she no longer covered up in front of her.
The woman who once hit his dark life like a beam of light became the last straw that crushed his heart. Under the appearance of obedience and silence, he stepped into the abyss of perverted collapse...
Song Tong finally finished laughing, put down his hands covering his face, and looked at the woman in front of him with a smile. The light of the formation in his palm became bigger and bigger. The intimacy in his eyes remained undiminished, but there was a hint of murderous intent.
Sister, don't be afraid... It will soon be better. The boy's voice is gentle, as beautiful as a mountain skylark
Song Ziqing shivered, frightened by the cruelty and murderous intent in his eyes. She tried to escape in a panic, but found that she was set in place and could only cry out anxiously: Master, senior brother! Save
Before he finished speaking, the young man's eyes flashed, and his hands were used like thunder. This formation was his hidden killing move, and he devoted half his life to his cultivation. Once it hit her, with her current cultivation level, she would die suddenly without a stick of incense!
pity……
Still one step slower
Song Tong lowered his eyes with some regret, knowing that he had no chance, and his arrogance was instantly withdrawn, looking very boring and lacking in interest.
Rong Qiheng put the blood-stained Chi Lian into the sheath with a cold face, held the sound transmission note in his hand, and shouted in a low voice: Come quickly and take Song Tong back to the precepts hall!
Uh! Woo woo woo woo woo woo...
Except for Song Ziqing who was frightened and cried, no one seemed to care about a broken arm lying quietly on the ground. There were still traces of formations in her fair palm.
Song Tong was holding a bloody fire fox in his hand. Seeing Song Ziqing subconsciously hiding it behind him, he noticed that his movements were a little overwhelming, and smiled embarrassedly, with a pure and cute expression. I planned to make a little jacket for my sister, but I didn't expect to be discovered so soon...
Judging from his affectionate appearance, if she hadn't discovered the clue, I wonder how long would he have been tricked by him as a fool!
Song Ziqing was so angry that her lips were trembling, and she wanted to come forward and slap him immediately, asking him to explain to herself what had happened in the past few days
Her appearance that could not hide her inner monologue fell into Song Tong's eyes, causing the smile in his eyes to fade away slightly. How did she find out? It's so interesting. My sister is rare to be smart.
Removing the darkness in his eyes, he blinked and looked at Rong Qiheng. The perfect mask had no flaws: Brother Rong, are you...? His eyes fell on the flashing red essence.
Rong Qiheng did not reply immediately, his blue eyes looked back and forth on him. After a moment, he nodded and signaled him to sit down: Let me see your legs
Song Tong was stunned for a moment, and soon returned to normal. He sat down obediently, with a bright and obedient smile. What's wrong with my legs? He lifted up his trouser legs and showed his hideous ankles without caring.
Rong Qiheng was somewhat unbearable
This junior brother is a stunning master of swordsmanship. His spiritual roots were sealed ten years ago, but with his unyielding perseverance, he practiced the sword skills he practiced by his servant disciples to the pinnacle. He happened to be caught by the head and made an exception to accept them as his personal disciple.
Since then, he has indeed lived up to his good talent. His achievements in kendo have become more and more powerful than the rest of the sect leader in just a few years.
He is not arrogant or impatient, and his daily training volume is not inferior to himself. He is also humble and seeks advice from time to time.
With such talent and character, Rong Qiheng originally thought that he would have made great achievements in the swordsmanship, and was once relieved.
But unexpectedly, the accident happened so suddenly. This junior brother had a misfortune. He encountered the demon ancestor who shouldn't have appeared there during a demon-elimination mission. Not only did he destroy one of his legs, but he also planted a demon seal on the injury. As his cultivation level increases, the backlash of the demon seal will become more and more serious. His mind is very likely to be eroded by the demonic energy, and then he will become possessed by the demonic path.
The head of the sect gave him a drop of blood to seal the demon seal. However, in order to eliminate the possibility of demonization, Song Tong abandoned the sword and practiced the formation. His cultivation has slowed down a lot in recent years, and the genius in the past has gradually disappeared from mortals.
Rong Qiheng's pinching technique, the spell hit Song Tong's wounded leg, and a complex spell seal appeared on his mottled scar.
The seal is fine, there is no sign of demonization
He looked up and looked at him seriously: Have you ever seen Yun Shang?
Junior Sister Yun? Song Tong tilted his head and thought for a while. He met him during the evaluation at the end of the year, but he disappeared after that.
The boy looked up and looked at the two people who seemed to be here to seek punishment, and said in confusion: What's wrong with her?
Song Tong firmly believed that he had not revealed any flaws. He didn't know what clues the other party had. Anyway, he didn't plan to admit it so quickly.
This statement obviously conflicts with Song Ziqing's words
Rong Qiheng lowered his eyebrows and eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, but the atmosphere became a little quiet for no reason.
Haven't seen it before? He sighed, and a faint disappointment spread in his heart
No, the boy still shook his head
Rong Qiheng responded lightly, I understand
After saying that, when everyone thought he was about to leave, the man swept across the red refining hand, his sword energy was like a rainbow, and his movements were so clean that it was outrageous.
Song Ziqing felt that the whole room began to shake, with vision and senses intertwined, giving people an extremely shocking feeling. With just one sword, the barriers of the two spaces were cut through, like countless crystal crystals scattered all over the ground.
On the bed where there was no one, a young girl appeared with her skin as beautiful as mutton fat and her beauty.
She covered her body with a thin quilt, only a small head was exposed, her eyelashes were black and long, and she covered her eyelids and trembled slightly. Her blushed cheeks seemed to be traces of sleeping soundly, but her undulating chest showed that her breathing was not stable, the hair on her forehead was wet with sweat, and her mouth was unconsciously sweet and groaning in her mouth.
After the space barrier was broken, a rich lotus fragrance began to spread in the air. It was someone who had ever had a skin-friendship. Rong Qiheng quickly realized the source of the fragrance and his face became a little ugly.
How many times did it take to make the fragrance that was so rich that it could not even be blown away by the wind?
Yun, Junior Sister Yun?! Are you really here? Song Ziqing was secretly happy and deliberately took a step closer and pretended to lift her quilt, but was stopped by Rong Qiheng
The girl on the bed seemed to be unable to hear the outside world's voice, her eyes closed and she twisted her body uncomfortable
Seeing this, Song Ziqing covered her face pretentiously, her face full of disbelief. How could you... be?
The face of the blow was suddenly panicked after his eyes swept to Song Tong
The boy blinked, and an abnormal rosy red appeared on his face. He also sucked a lot of moonflower liquid by mistake. He relied on spiritual power to suppress it without revealing his flaws. Seeing that the paper could not contain the fire, his breath became hot and rapid, and his eyes were filled with a passionate madness.
He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and his bright scarlet eyes stared at Song Ziqing tightly, as if he was happy by her expression. He raised the corner of his mouth and asked with a smile: Sister, are you scared?
Just like a prank child, who wants to excitedly confirm his success, even if he is exposed, he will only show off how powerful he is.
Song Ziqing had never seen him like this before, and she was stunned and didn't know how to react.
Song Tong smiled and approached her. She widened her eyes in surprise, took a step back exaggeratedly, just hitting the chair, and fell to a little embarrassedly.
On top
Such a loud sound seems a bit ironic in the silent space
Can't stand it anymore? The boy looked at her condescendingly, with a hint of understanding in his eyes.
Suddenly, he felt a little itchy on his face, and he reached out and touched it, his fingertips were wet, and then he realized that he was crying.
The boy was confused when he looked at the crystal clear on his fingertips. After a few seconds, he covered his face and laughed. He bent over and twitched all over, like a patient who escaped from a mental hospital.
The more he did this, the more afraid Song Ziqing would be
A Tong...what is wrong with you? Don't do this...wow!
While she persuaded her, her body was retreating honestly. The cliff-like feeling made her face pale. She never thought that she would offend him so deeply if she did this.
She thought the other party had someone else on her back, but she didn't expect that she would bring out more secrets beyond imagination
The boy was so happy that he couldn't breathe, tears kept oozing out from his fingers. It was not difficult to imagine how twisted and gloomy the sunny and warm face was now.
There is only one thing in this world, and Song Tong still cannot understand why she wants to let him live?
When he was in the Song family, everyone wanted him to die quickly, including his biological mother. Over time, even he felt that he shouldn't be alive.
Even though the cage was opened by my sister, he couldn't find any reason to convince himself to escape.
But she refused to give up. She ran away all the way in the desert with her back, even though her feet were covered in blood and cried in the throat, he heard the sister say to herself over and over again:
You can't die
You can't die!
What was he thinking at that time?
Probably... As long as you are there, as long as you still want me to live, I will not die
Her constant love gave him meaning of survival, but when did it change? After nearly half a year of escape, they met Rong Qiheng and were taken to Tianxuan Mountain.
So the boy discovered the so-called love and another side that he didn't understand.
She was able to divide love into many shares for different people, but at the same time asked him for loyalty in the name of love. Except for the first time he discovered that he had an affair with another man, after a moment of panic, she had some confidence. Whether it was her hypocrisy or her natural possessiveness, she no longer covered up in front of her.
The woman who once hit his dark life like a beam of light became the last straw that crushed his heart. Under the appearance of obedience and silence, he stepped into the abyss of perverted collapse...
Song Tong finally finished laughing, put down his hands covering his face, and looked at the woman in front of him with a smile. The light of the formation in his palm became bigger and bigger. The intimacy in his eyes remained undiminished, but there was a hint of murderous intent.
Sister, don't be afraid... It will soon be better. The boy's voice is gentle, as beautiful as a mountain skylark
Song Ziqing shivered, frightened by the cruelty and murderous intent in his eyes. She tried to escape in a panic, but found that she was set in place and could only cry out anxiously: Master, senior brother! Save
Before he finished speaking, the young man's eyes flashed, and his hands were used like thunder. This formation was his hidden killing move, and he devoted half his life to his cultivation. Once it hit her, with her current cultivation level, she would die suddenly without a stick of incense!
pity……
Still one step slower
Song Tong lowered his eyes with some regret, knowing that he had no chance, and his arrogance was instantly withdrawn, looking very boring and lacking in interest.
Rong Qiheng put the blood-stained Chi Lian into the sheath with a cold face, held the sound transmission note in his hand, and shouted in a low voice: Come quickly and take Song Tong back to the precepts hall!
Uh! Woo woo woo woo woo woo...
Except for Song Ziqing who was frightened and cried, no one seemed to care about a broken arm lying quietly on the ground. There were still traces of formations in her fair palm.
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