Instinctively, she raised her fist to meet the blow. boom! The whole person flew backwards and fell to the ground. The right arm was broken. so cold... pain…… Li Qingcha's mind gradually became confused. The air around her was like sticky jelly, pressing on her body, making it difficult for her to get up. She heard footsteps approaching. Got to get up... Yes, I have to get up...
Li Qingcha struggled to stand up and leaned his back against the wall. She vaguely saw a dark shadow approaching her. It should be that foreign monk who has arrived... I am going to die soon... Li Qingcha thought. She sighed and prepared to take one last look at the world. result, Zheng—— There was a sound of breaking wind in my ears. Li Qingcha only felt a flash before his eyes, and then he saw twelve flying swords falling from the sky, landing straight down and sticking into the ground, surrounding the foreign monk and leaving him in a dilemma. The man was so imposing that his hair moved without even a breeze. She took a step forward. Despite her anger, her graceful figure remains the same as when we first met. "How dare you hurt my husband!" Chapter 49 Husband, let us torture each other~ Yuyouwei... It’s Yu Youwei. She was not wearing the white Taoist robe uniform of the Lingyun Sect, nor was she wearing a green lotus crown. Instead, she was wearing a red dress, the same outfit she had worn on her wedding night, as if she had never changed it since that day. It turns out that she is number four...
Although Li Qingcha's internal organs were damaged, his body temperature was constantly dropping, and his brain was almost unable to function, he still made a judgment. "It is you……" she muttered. Hearing this, Yu Youwei moved slightly but did not turn around. The talented girl from the Human Clan looked directly at the foreign monk. "Tell me your Dharma name." The foreign monk remained silent. The sixth rank versus the eighth rank, spanning two realms, with absolute overwhelming strength, the eighth rank didn't even have the thought of resisting. Yu Youwei said: "Today, the one who wants to kill you is Yu Youwei from Lingyun Sect, a cultivator from the Taoist sect, and the future leader of the Taoist sect. I must give your sect a chance to seek revenge." Foreign monk: “…” "Don't tell me?" "..." "That's fine. After you die, I will send your head to the Buddhist sect in the Western Regions. If they want to seek revenge, just let them come to my Lingyun Sect." finished, Zheng—— Twelve flying swords came out at the same time. They were suspended in mid-air, with the tips of their swords pointing in only one direction— Foreign monk. "How many punches did you exchange in total?" Yu Youwei asked. Li Qingcha: ??? Her breathing was already unstable, with more exhalation than inhalation. How could she have the energy to recall that? "How can I remember?" she said. "Maybe five or six." Yu Youwei understood, turned around, "one." A flying sword stabbed down, cutting the stone slab into mud and stuck straight into the ground, less than a centimeter away from the foreign monk's toes. The foreign monk was startled and fell to the ground. When facing an enemy, the worst thing to do is to be timid before the battle. However, the difference between the two was so great that when the foreign monk faced Yu Youwei, he was like a three-year-old child facing an adult. He could only panic. The foreign monks have completely lost their dignity as warriors.
"two." The second flying sword obeyed the call. Zheng—— This time the target is the gap between the index and middle fingers of the right hand. The foreign monk was in a panic. Yu Youwei's flying sword didn't hurt him at first. Instead, he cut his palm while trying to dodge it. Li Qingcha smiled tiredly. "Girl, how come you act more like a demon than I do?" Girl... Hearing this name, Yu Youwei's mood fluctuated slightly. The flying sword hums. "three." The third flying sword flew past the foreign monk's scalp. "Four." The fourth flying sword cut off the foreign monk's eyelashes. "five." The fifth flying sword left a white mark on the thumb nail of the foreign monk's left hand. In fact, Yu Youwei was calm and indifferent to external things. Even after being deceived into marriage by Li Qingcha, she never did anything out of line, let alone toy with a dying person. But today, for some reason, after seeing Li Qingcha, her mind was in a mess. Everything I did just now was just to vent my emotions. The girl was a little annoyed. This is... She tilted her head slightly and glanced at Li Qingcha, who was sitting dejectedly on the ground. Husband... My husband is about to die. Yu Youwei did not feel happy at all. Instead, she felt a hole in her heart. Moreover, this hole was getting bigger and bigger, and it was about to corrode outwards, as if it was going to devour her entire heart. The girl couldn't help but sigh. Can all the cultivators of the Human Sect escape from being burdened by the worldly affairs? In an instant, she felt empty.
"six." The sixth flying sword was cast out, aiming straight for the foreign monk's throat. The foreign monk felt a chill on his neck and wanted to shout, but he could only make “ho…ho…” sounds, with blood bubbles constantly coming out of his mouth. Li Qingcha laughed out loud. "it is good!" "You bald thief, you'll die before me!" "That's really great!" …… At this moment, Li Qingcha felt that the emotions that had been accumulated in his heart were completely released. Yu Youwei looked back at her, as if she was studying an alien creature. a long time, "Don't talk," she said. "My husband, you are going to die." Dang rang rang rang—— Twelve flying swords fell to the ground. The girl walked slowly over, squatted down in front of Li Qingcha, and slowly touched Li Qingcha's cheek with her right hand. "I said, 'Next time we meet, I will definitely chop off your head.'" Li Qingcha nodded with difficulty. "Well... then... hiss... then you need to hurry up, before I die." "..." "It would be better if you could give me a quick death. It's too cold like this now." "You are shaking..." Yu Youwei held Li Qingcha's right hand. The fingertips turned white and trembled slightly. The girl bit her lower lip. "My dear, your hands are so beautiful." Li Qingcha felt that the girl in front of him was evolving in a certain direction. If he had to say, this direction was probably similar to that of a yandere. But it doesn't matter anymore. "I want to go home." She said, "My home has air conditioning, a computer, and my parents..." Yu Youwei looked at Li Qingcha and suddenly let go of Li Qingcha's right hand.
"Lingyun Pill." "Yes... yes, yes, yes... you need to take back the Lingyun Pill." Li Qingcha said, "It's in my purse, in that porcelain bottle." Yu Youwei first felt around Li Qingcha's waist, but couldn't find it. Then, he reached to his chest and felt around. Li Qingcha is a girl, so she should have been worried about being exposed, but now that things have come to this, it doesn't matter anymore. Even if I was discovered, what could I do?