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If a swordsman draws his sword, he always wants to see blood. Fang Yourong is a peerless beauty. Even if he draws his sword, he will still look good. It is just that sword slashes him down.

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The sword tip pointed straight across the table.

But a beautiful claw that was withdrawn next to it was just a short distance away.

I didn't touch the claws, so the claws grabbed a soft big white bun.

The tip of the sword pointed to the opposite side of the table and also to Qin Yu.

Qin Yu, who had already received the bun, smiled, and his eyes seemed to have red tears that had been as sad as before. This smile had a bit of cunning and charming meaning.

"Sister sister is reluctant to give me a bun?"

"Then I can only grab it."

Criticize abuse?

Fang Yourong was not angry or angry, but just calmly placed the sword on the table and asked her: "It's fun?"

Qin Yu: "I'm just hungry."

Fang Yourong smiled, and pointed to the edge of the porcelain white bowl with steamed buns with slender fingers. The round and clean nails made a slight sound when they were trimmed.

"Do you still want it?"

Qin Yu: "Don't chop me?"

Fang Yourong: "You have grown up and are so powerful, and you are no match for you."

This is true, but there is no other emotion.

Fang Yourong's emotions have always been very restrained, and he has regained his elegant side. Qin Yu glanced at her deeply and took a bite of the steamed bun, "No matter what, I am your junior sister-at least, I think so myself, unless..."

She chewed, glanced at the casual eyes, and suddenly paused, looking at the two children standing in front of Zalan, one man and one woman, both white, fat, cute and delicate.

Let’s be the new generation of true disciples.

But there is always a little bit of looking at the eyebrows.

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Then she looked at the fifth sword Ling: "Senior brother, they look a little like you..."

You? No, she is talking about you?

The look even glanced at Fang Yourong.

Second child?

Wu Daoling was stunned at first, then raised his eyebrows, pressed the handle of the knife and asked in a deep voice: "What?"

"It's nothing..." Qin Yu walked out of the inn, walking slowly. "Maybe he felt a little inferior, afraid of being forgotten and replaced, so he was a little more sensitive."

When she reached the threshold position, she turned her face and half of her face was in the sunshine shining in from outside.

"I have said before that I have always been worthy of the world's favor."

She raised her chin slightly, and didn't laugh, but just looked from afar, like a treasure that was so rare in the world.

It's just a look.

The room was not as beautiful as her eyes.

No need to say more, just be sure of it.

Everyone knew that Wuque's disciples, except Ying Ruoruo, the rest of them had never seen Qin Yu's true appearance. They had watched her fight more before and were a little distracted. Now they really saw her showing the appearance of Qiu Hongshui sword being unsheathed, and they were fascinated, but they were also soon frightened.

Because the person who was seriously injured outside the threshold next to Qin Yu suddenly pulled out the flute sword on his arm and stabbed him diagonally as Qin Yu turned sideways and spoke into the room!

This sword is tricky and vicious.

The slender sword blade pierced Qin Yu's chest and ribs, pointing directly to his heart.

It's approaching, it's going to be done!

Qin Yu turned his face, but did not turn sideways, but just raised his hand and slightly pressed his palm against it.

The sword stabbed the skin of the palm.

Then.

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Nothing afterwards.

The Jedi counterattacked the poisoner in terror.

Because the sword he tried hard to stab him could not even break Qin Yu's palm.

Not only can't break the defense, from the perspective of the poison master, I can only see the sharp sword tip that cannot even leave a mark on the skin of the snow-white palm.

Then the tip of the sword was pinched.

The poisoner looked up and met Qin Yu's calm face.

Unlike her gentle and closeness with Wuqueren, her face and expression at this moment are so heartbroken.

Those eyes were filled with no human spirit, and they were only bottomless.

The poison master panicked and immediately exclaimed: "I am the Demon Sect..."

Qin Yu: "I know, why are you panicing?"

She took two steps, stepped out of the threshold, stood on the steps and turned to look at the Demon Sect and others who were on the eaves of the street three or four hundred meters away on the left.

"It's over."

Qin Yu said, his eyes falling on the Demon Lord, "I wonder how Lord Demon Lord feels?"

The Demon Lord is tall and mighty, and his black background and red robe is extremely noble and powerful, and he looks arrogant and evil.

And he answered too.

"But Err."

Damn! This answer made the righteous man angry. Before he could even retaliate, the witch Qingqiu slowly pulled out the sword from the poison master's hand. "I asked the Demon Lord what he thought about this person's repeated offense."

Demon Lord: "It shouldn't."

Qin Yu: "It is indeed not. He is a member of the Demon Sect and wants to kill me again and again. If he knows, he thinks that this person is too scheming and cannot tolerate others. If he doesn't know, he thinks that this person was used by the Demon Lord to deliberately test me. With this design, he clearly wants to alienate the friendship between you, my king and my ministers, and his heart is really punishable!"

The people on the ninth floor of the Demon Sect looked different and were quite weird.

The poison master was shocked when he saw the demon king's subtle and cold expression. He was about to say something, but he heard Qin Yu wave his hand lightly.

Slap with a backhand.

puff!

The poisoner's head was directly shattered from his neck, and his bones and flesh turned into powder and blood mist.

The righteous man: "!!!"

People from the Demon Sect: "......"

This is so fierce, so tough!

The streets were silent, and the disciples in the inn were extremely quiet.

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Is it what Senior Sister Qingqiu really looks like?

Ruthless and charming, but silent.

"I know I shouldn't have done it, but I still do it. I deserve to die."

"I have dealt with this person for Lord Demon Lord, is the Demon Lord happy?"

The Demon King narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "You have always been bold and careful."

Qin Yu smiled slightly, raised his sword and lowered his head and walked slowly down the ladder, "Is it just that? I thought the Demon Lord knew it all the time, I'm treating you..."

This is said for a long time, is it a love and friendship?

She walked to the street and looked up at the Demon Lord. The two of them were wearing mysterious clothes, one was tall and domineering, and the other was tall and handsome. They were both people in the Demonic Realm. They were both walking in the world in a manner that was not tolerated by the Right Way. The Demonic Realm was sneaky and vicious, but no one could deny that they were outstanding, and this kind of excellence should be a match.

At least, even though the rumors about Qin Yu and the Demon Lord on the Ninth Floor never put her along with those low-level witches who served in bed.

She is a very outstanding person, and she should be the core of everyone wherever she goes, and she will upside down all living beings.

And her sentence just now was a love statement to the Demon Lord?

But the Demon Lord knew it was definitely not, because he saw the contempt that was floating in her eyes like water.

"For you, shouldn't I be the talent I finally won?"

"On value..."

Qin Yu pointed to the dead poisoner on the ground, his words were cold and light.
Chapter completed!