"Peak Lord Shen, can I come in?"
Shen Qingqiu didn't know what to say. Qiu Qingge narrowed his eyes. A seated wolf at Tianlang-Jun's feet said, "What Bai Zhan Peak? I don't think so. I heard that Qiu Qingge fought with Luo Binghe and lost countless times. He's no longer worthy of this name. He should be called '99 Battle Peaks' now. "
Luo Binghe increased his strength with every word he said.
Even Tianlang-Jun's smile froze when he saw this scene.
Qiu Qingge was at ease. As soon as Cheng Luan appeared, all six heads flew off and turned back into liquid. But as the blade turned, the blood wolf quickly reformed, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. Although his attack was impeccably accurate, it didn't have any practical effect. Tianlang-Jun didn't retract his bleeding hand either. He just stretched it out leisurely. As the blood fell, new beasts constantly formed.
His body blocked Luo Binghe's hiding blanket. Shen Qingqiu was half lying on top of him, covering Luo Binghe's hand that was firmly gripping his life gate. With such a chaotic position and the fluttering bed curtains, it was really difficult to notice that there was another person.
He said slowly, "Peak Lord Shen, why didn't you ask me what 'little anomaly' it was? This is very different from your previous curious and enthusiastic behavior. "
His face didn't even pale after letting out so much blood. Was he a moving blood bank?!
It was Qiu Qingge.
A disagreement and a fight broke out.
Two snow-white seated wolves swept past the herd and crouched at Tianlang-Jun's feet. One of them raised its head and said, "Lord, it's Cang Qiong Mountain's Bai Zhan Peak Lord Qiu Qingge!"
Moving his legs slightly, Luo Binghe increased his strength.
The faces of the three people in the tent, the one who was pinched, the one who was pinched, and the one who was watching, all darkened. Shen Qingqiu first pointed at Zhuzhi-Lang, then at Luo Binghe, and made a throat-slitting gesture. Then he crossed his hands and made a fork. It was chaos. Luo Binghe didn't know if he understood. He just shook his head again and again. Under such circumstances, of course no one would reply to the voice outside. After a moment of silence, Tianlang-Jun said, "I'm coming in."
Tianlang-Jun 'added to the fun' by saying, "Not long ago, the Xin Mo sword that I had placed on my side suddenly flew up and hung in the air, buzzing non-stop. There's clearly no one summoning it, yet there's such a phenomenon. It's really a little concerning. "
With his degree of loyalty, just now, he actually didn't throw caution to the wind and point out, "Jun Shang! It was them! It's these two people! "It could be said that he had deliberately helped them. Hearing this, Zhuzhi-Lang sighed and said, "I can understand."
"They're out!"
"Don't let him escape!"
Shen Qingqiu said, "I don't know why you have come to visit so late at night? If you have something to say, just say it. If not, go to bed. Thank you. "
Luo Binghe got off the bed and helped him up. Zhuzhi-Lang was thrown to the ground, temporarily unable to move. Shen Qingqiu lowered his head and said, "Thank you for just now."
Tianlang-Jun nodded. "So that's how it is. No wonder your sword techniques and spiritual energy are so amazing. It's just that I don't know why Bai Zhan Peak Lord would suddenly pay a visit to the southern border? "
The master and disciple snuck out of the tent and saw that not far from the wasteland, the dark mass of the Southern Frontier's demon army had surrounded a certain center. Two dazzling snow-white shadows were especially eye-catching. One was the shadow of a sword, cold and unstoppable. The other was the shadow of a man, leaving not a blade of grass or armor behind wherever he passed. The encirclement was constantly broken, and new demons constantly filled in.
The other side continued, "No, he should be called the Peak Lord of the 'Ninety-Eight War Peaks'. If he goes up against our Jun Shang, he'll definitely lose! "
"Surround him, surround him! Surround him! "
Shen Qingqiu: "Understand what?"
"There's an intruder!"
Luo Binghe's mouth was tightly shut, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. Zhuzhi-Lang's face gradually turned green, but he didn't show any signs of pain.
Tianlang-Jun fixed his eyes on him. "You really did come."
Why was it so lively tonight? Speak of the devil, the gate was as crowded as a marketplace!
His short speech was divided into several paragraphs. With each sentence, he took a step closer to the bedside.
Tianlang-Jun slowly stood up and said, "There's no point in talking to Peak Lord Shen. But if a naughty little kid comes looking for Peak Lord Shen, then it'll be very meaningful. "
Tianlang-Jun's heartfelt praise floated in along with the night wind. "Good swordsmanship. Good spiritual power! "
Luo Binghe said coldly, "With Shizun here, how could I not come?"
Zhuzhi-Lang and Shen Qingqiu rolled on the bed, pulling and tugging. Behind them, a pile of blankets and blankets was piled high and messy. Seeing him come in, they all turned their heads. Four eyes and two faces turned pale with fright, red and white crisscrossing. Shen Qingqiu's shirt was still hanging on his elbows, looking as if he wanted to take it off.
As expected, he shouldn't have talked nonsense with him!
Outside the White Tent, flames rose to the sky. Black shadows darted in from all directions. Beastly trombones mixed with hoarse shouts.
Just like his nephew, they were the type that asked questions before entering the door, just for show!
Tianlang-Jun said ambiguously, "I'm afraid it's not convenient for him to see you right now. Even if he sees you, he probably won't want to go back to Cang Qiong Mountain with you. "
But Tianlang-Jun had no intention of leaving. Instead, he found a stool and sat down.
Just as Tianlang-Jun raised his hand and was about to lift the bed curtain, a shrill, high-pitched howl of a wild beast suddenly came from outside the tent. He abruptly withdrew his hand and turned to look.
One sentence was broken into five words, but Shen Qingqiu still understood the meaning he wanted to express.
Such a brash, simple and crude way of fighting, as if afraid that no one in the enemy camp wouldn't know of his arrival, truly lived up to Bai Zhan Peak's reputation for being arrogant and warlike.
The newcomer stood on the head of a giant armored wolf that Shen Qingqiu had beheaded with his bare hands. His white clothes were spotless, and there was only a splatter of blood on his cheek.
Luo Binghe glanced at the expression on his face and pursed his lips.
With his taste in listening to Resentment of Chunshan and his way of thinking, if he said he "understood," then he needed to explain!
Zhuzhi Lang Ming was held down by Shen Qingqiu's hands, and Luo Binghe had a death grip. As Tianlang-Jun drew closer and closer step by step, this master and disciple pair's attacks became more and more vicious. He really was … extremely innocent, extremely unlucky.
Shen Qingqiu: "…"
Tianlang-Jun suddenly realized, "So you're here to find Peak Lord Shen. He really is here with me. "
Liu Qingge said, "Let him come out."
These two beasts were really wicked. Flattering and hurtful!
Shen Qingqiu said, "It really is a strange matter. But I'm afraid there's no point in Tianlang-Jun coming to talk to me about this. "
Shen Qingqiu immediately understood that Luo Binghe's unfinished "there's only one thing to worry about" was referring to the Xin Mo sword. After all, it was a sword that had accompanied Luo Binghe for many years. If the original owner appeared nearby, he would more or less sense it.
Liu Qingge's feet touched the ground, and his figure swept out like a bolt of white lightning. Tianlang-Jun was in no hurry to meet the enemy head-on. With a light flick of his hand, fresh blood flew out from between his fingers. The drops of blood did not seep into the soil when they landed, but instead solidified into six crimson wolves. They surrounded Liu Qingge, circling him like a wheel of wind and fire, tearing at him and launching sneak attacks.
Shen Qingqiu waved his hand in greeting. Tianlang-Jun's astonishment did not retreat, but instead increased. He said to Luo Binghe, "So, just now, there were three of you inside?"
Zhuzhi Lang blushed with shame, "Jun Shang, things are a bit complicated. In any case, it's not what you think …"
Tianlang-Jun laughed, "Zhuzhi Lang, look at his face. Such a cold expression, it really makes me happy … hm? Zhuzhi Lang? "Only now did he realize that Zhuzhi Lang had not come out yet, and he revealed a disappointed expression. When enemies meet, their eyes are exceptionally red. Liu Qingge was about to speak when he suddenly caught sight of Shen Qingqiu. He forgot to reprimand him and shouted, "Hey!"
From the looks of it, it wouldn't be easy to get rid of this person. Shen Qingqiu sensed that trouble could not be shaken off and instead calmed down. He said with a smile, "If Tianlang-Jun likes to watch from the sidelines, it's not impossible to liven things up by talking. Please. "
Zhuzhi Lang did not know what it meant to feel stifled, but he certainly knew what it felt like.
Zhuzhi Lang, "Jun Shang …"
Tianlang-Jun nodded, "No need to explain, I understand. I understand everything. "
Tianlang-Jun said, "Actually, it's not a big deal. There was just a small anomaly on my side. I don't know where Zhuzhi Lang went, so I came to take a look first. However, it seems that I came at the wrong time. No matter, please continue. I'm fine. "
Shen Qingqiu said, "Don't kill him, there will be endless trouble in the future. Besides, things are not what you think …"
In any case, Liu Qingge had come to save him. Shen Qingqiu could not just watch the fire from the other side. He was just about to make a move when Luo Binghe beat him to it and flashed out.
Swords and knives clashed, swords and arrows pierced through the air, and the sounds of teeth and claws tearing mixed together. Tianlang-Jun did not say a word and flashed out of the tent. Shen Qingqiu's heart was thrown up high and then down again. This intruder had come at the right time!
Just then, another voice rang out from outside the tent.
Shen Qingqiu was overwhelmed by the favor. What, did Liu Juju come to save him?
Shen Qingqiu buried his forehead in his palm, not wanting to speak. Luo Binghe raised his other hand and made a "pinching" motion. Several black handprints appeared on Zhuzhi Lang's throat, and his body was suddenly suspended in midair.
If he wanted to change positions, Luo Binghe would also have to increase his strength.
Luo Binghe said impatiently, "Why are you wasting words with him?"
Thus, when Tianlang-Jun came in, this was the scene he saw.
Shen Qingqiu, "Very well, many thanks for your understanding. Then we will continue. Please help yourself. "
Zhuzhi Lang raised his head and said sincerely, "Master Shen, in order to relieve the pain of lovesickness, had a private meeting in the middle of the night. Although it will inevitably damage your clean reputation, it is still pardonable."
After a while, he said softly, "… I really did not expect this."
Liu Qingge tilted his body slightly and Cheng Luan flew back into his hand. He shook off a bead of blood from the tip of his sword and said coldly, "Is Shen Qingqiu here?"
He increased his strength, and the turbulent demonic energy surged into his body through his mingmen, filling his mouth with bitterness.
Zhuzhi Lang could not see clearly how he had made his move, but he fell to one knee and choked out a mouthful of blood. When he raised his head again, there was another person on the bed. Luo Binghe had one arm wrapped around Shen Qingqiu and was glaring at him. He was shocked at first, but then it quickly turned into a kind of sudden realization. "You? Master Shen? You! "
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
