Ji Miaohua looked up at him, her face remained unchanged: "Okay, okay, let's immediately ^56 Library, and then I'll send my kiss back to the door."

Duanmu Huichun stared at him without saying a word.

Ji Miaohua raised the injured arm with difficulty, grabbed his hand, shook it gently, and then felt a pain in her fingers. She couldn't help but look at it, but saw a few small wooden thorns inserted into Duanmu Huichun's palm. "You are injured." He grabbed his hand and used his other hand to find the thorns.

"Miaomiao." Duanmu Huichun suddenly spoke.

Ji Miaohua's fingers stopped, raised her head, and looked at him without blinking.

Duanmu Huichun sighed, "Let go."

Ji Miaohua looked at him with her eyes fixedly, and the palms holding his hands tightened tighter.

Duanmu Huichun pulled his hands, but his fingers seemed to stick to Ji Miaohua's palms, and he could shake them off no matter how they were shaken.

"There is a banquet that will last forever." He tried to persuade.

"I never thought," Ji Miaohua's eyes were like ink poured into the stream, slowly dissipating the thick black, revealing the shimmering blue. "The first time you took the initiative to call me Miaomiao was for such a reason."

Duanmu Huichun looked at his eyes, and his emotions seemed to be infected by those blue eyes. Many words were blocked in his throat and he couldn't even say them.

Ji Miaohua suddenly let go of her hand and said softly: "The wooden thorn should be removed as soon as possible."

Duanmu Huichun's lips moved slightly, but she didn't make a sound, but just nodded subconsciously.

"If you come to Xiqiang next time, remember to come to Jueying Peak to see it." Ji Miaohua said.

good.

He should say so.

But Duanmu Huichun opened her mouth twice, but she could not make this sound.

Ji Miaohua suddenly smiled bitterly, "Kiss, really doesn't like lying."

Duanmu rejuvenated for a long time and said, "Take care."

There is a faint sound of footsteps from the way of coming.

He turned his head and saw Yiran, Mo Ju and Elder Lu running towards him, with the group of troublemakers who had mysteriously disappeared and now appeared mysteriously behind him.

Suddenly, he felt a strong wind blowing in his chest, and his body subconsciously tilted, but his body still numb.

Ji Miaohua took the opportunity to take action and grabbed his shoulder.

"Don't touch the elder of my sect!" Mo Ju roared, and his body was like lightning, rushing towards Ji Miaohua.

Duanmu Huichun took the opportunity to raise her elbow and hit his chest.

Ji Miaohua's fingers slid down her shoulders and held his elbows and exerted a little force. Duanmu Huichun's arm could not move half of her arm. At this time, Mo Ju and Yiran rushed to the front.

Duanmu Huichun slapped Ji Miaohua's uninjured shoulder with her other hand, trying to break free from her elbow.

Ji Miaohua took two steps back, kicked Mo Ju's palm, pulled it with the flow, and used Duanmu Huichun's back to face Yiran, while letting Duanmu Huichun's palm fall on his injured shoulder.

Duanmu Huichun was shocked, and temporarily put his palm on his claws and gently grabbed his shoulder. Even so, Ji Miaohua still frowned in pain.

On the other side, Mo Ju was shocked by Ji Miaohua. Yiran twisted her body in the air, fell to the ground, rolled twice before she stood up.

With just such a delay, Ji Miaohua had already pointed Duanmu Huichun's acupoint and wanted to carry him on his back.

Duanmu is anxious and angry when he recovers from spring!

This is the second time he was raped, but the target is the same person!

exhausted.

The sound of the sword being unsheathed.

Xue Lingbi stood behind Mo Ju, with a frosty expression on his face, "Leave someone behind, you can leave."

Ji Miaohua untied the silver chain, shook it gently, and smiled and said, "Ah, I can return the second half to you intact, you can leave."

A cold light flashed in Xue Lingbi's eyes.

Behind him was a sword and sabre shadow.

Elder Lu had already fought with the group of people chasing him.

Seeing Xue Lingbi take action, Mo Ju turned around and helped Elder Lu with Yiran.

Xue Lingbi raised the sword in his hand.

The sword edge is filled with cold air, like the flying frost in October, and is integrated with the sword holder.

Ji Miaohua's face became solemn.

When Xue Lingbi used branches, he knew that this was an opponent that could not be ignored, but at that time he was not murderous, as if he was deliberately restrained. Now, his people are like the sword in his hand.

Unshelf.

A group of martial arts people with swords and swords suddenly rushed out of the inn, and talked a lot about Ji Miaohua.

Ji Miaohua's eyes were still staring at Xue Lingbi, but she just shook her head.

Xue Lingbi said: "You are injured, let them help you."

Ji Miaohua said: "I never need help when I fight."

Xue Lingbi's lips were slightly pursed.

Ji Miaohua said, "You haven't done it yet."

Xue Lingbi suddenly put down his hand and pointed the tip of the sword at the ground, "You are injured, I don't want to fight with you."

"Then let me take the person away." Ji Miaohua said.

Xue Lingbi said, "If he is willing, I have no objection."

Ji Miaohua grabbed Duanmu Huichun's fingers tightened slightly.

Duanmu Huichun turned his head in pain, and the anger in his heart slowly pressed down when he saw Ji Miaohua's increasingly wet shoulders. "What else do you know besides knowing my name is Duanmu Huichun, the elder of the Demon Cult?"

Ji Miaohua didn't say anything.

Duanmu Huichun said: "Do you still remember birds and cages?"

Ji Miaohua finally spoke, "Remember. And I decided to put the bird in a cage, at least I could see it every day."

Duanmu Huichun said, "What if the bird dies?"

Ji Miaohua was stunned.

"Some birds will die when they are locked in cages." Duanmu Huichun said.

Ji Miaohua turned her head, looked at him, and wanted to make a promise, and whispered: "I will feed you every day."

Duanmu Rejuvenation: "..." Perhaps he should have learned some Western Qiang language, at least some similar allusions to Western Qiang.

With a bang.

A window was pushed open suddenly, and Feng Gudao jumped down from the three.

A couple followed him and fell down.

Xue Lingbi's figure flashed and was already blocking Feng Gudao.

The couple suddenly shouted to Ji Miaohua in Western Qiang language: "Master, go quickly!"

Ji Miaohua carried Duanmu Huichun on her uninjured shoulder and rushed forward.

Originally, Mo Ju and Elder Lu both jumped up in the battle circle to block his way.

Ji Miaohua twisted a very strange figure into the silver chain in her hand, and clapped Mo Ju and Elder Lu.

Mo Ju and Elder Lu were shocked and both landed.

"Master of Peak!" The couple rushed up and protected him from the left and right.

At the same time, Xue Lingbi's sword energy arrived!

Ji Miaohua stepped on Mo Ju's shoulders, jumped up again, and moved away from Xue Lingbi's sword.

Changes arise suddenly.

The couple who were originally protecting him suddenly attacked Duanmu Huichun and hit the wound on his shoulder!

Ji Miaohua's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and her body turned in the air. She used her injured hand to attack Duanmu Huichun's wife, leaving her back to the husband who had sneaked into attacking her.

His wife and he were beaten up two or three feet away.

Duanmu Huichun was dizzy and turned, her stomach was surging and almost vomited, but a gust of wind swept across her ears, followed by a very light muffled groan. Her husband's palm fell firmly on Ji Miaohua's back.

At the same time, Xue Lingbi chased after him, but gently tapped the big acupoint on his chest.

Ji Miaohua's body felt numb at first, then her shoulders lightened. Duanmu Huichun was already grabbed by Feng Gudao and picked up the belt and picked it up.

The husband succeeded in a blow and was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, but Xue Lingbi forced him back with his sword energy.

"You!" The husband fell to the ground, looking at Xue Lingbi's eyes furiously.

Xue Lingbi didn't even glance at him, but just stared at Ji Miaohua who covered her shoulders and stared at her coldly, and said calmly: "Forcing and robbing is not the way to last."

Ji Miaohua's lips curled up, as if she was smiling, but she was colder than Xue Lingbi's sword. "Can you let the world go?"
To be continued...