How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 154

   Chapter 154 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (76)

  Rong Yiqing, how cheap.

   And Wen Xien, how ignorant.

  Rong Yiqing let out a low laugh, with malice in his eyes, "Do you think I don't know about your dirty thoughts about me? Now what are you pretending to be, and who are you pretending to be."

   Hearing this, Wen Xien's face turned pale when he was stabbed by the words "dirty thoughts", the clenched fist in his sleeve trembled slightly, but there was a flash of sadness in his eyes.

Seeing the person's face turning pale and the sadness in his eyes, Rong Yiqing only felt that the suffocation in his heart had dissipated a little, but there was still a faint sense of pleasure, and he couldn't help but leaned closer to the sinister voice and said. , "It's still dirty, do you think I'm rare? Do you really think I'll take a fancy to you?"

   "Every time I look at you, I feel dirty!"

   Rong Yiqing wanted to break Wen Xien's calm and unchanging expression, and wanted her to suffer and fall with him.

   Wen Xien was very pleased. This is the correct way to open the plot. She raised her chin and sneered, "Rong Yiqing, if you think I'm dirty, then don't touch me."

   "What if I insist?" Rong Yiqing's face became more and more ugly.

  Wen Xien's pale face was full of mockery, she raised her eyebrows and looked high, "Anyone can do it, only you can't."

   Those words somehow stimulated a certain nerve of Rong Yiqing, and he uncontrollably drew the sword beside him.

   Wen Xien didn't react yet, she only felt a flash of cold light in front of her eyes, and the next second, a sharp pain came from her left shoulder. Under the unexpected pain, she clutched the wound and let out a groan.

   Originally, Rong Yiqing suddenly drew his sword, and without saying a word, he directly slashed her sword.

paralysis! !

   Fortunately, the system responded quickly and blocked the pain in the first second, otherwise Wen Xien would definitely cry.

  Rong Yiqing saw the person on the other side's white shirt stained with blood, his face as pale as paper, cold sweat dripping from his tightly knitted brows, and broken tears seemed to flow from those beautiful eyes due to pain.

   She pressed her white onion-like jade fingers against the wound, and blood oozes out from the cracks of her fingers. The fair complexion and bright blood complement each other, and the flirtatiousness actually makes her whole body feel the urge to boil with blood.

  Rong Yiqing was obviously so mad that he was completely insane, his eyes were cold as if he saw a dead person, but he didn't want to just be like this, and the blood in his body was already boiling completely.

   He said in a low voice, "If that's the case, then I'll kill you."

  Rong Yiqing at this moment, suddenly burst into bursts of strong desire to kill this person who can bewitch the demons, kill this person who can make him lose control, everything will end.

   The sword he held in his hand was stained with blood, but his hand was shaking uncontrollably. He was either afraid or excited.

  Like an addict, his eyes were filled with enthusiasm, he raised his sword again, and walked towards the person.

   Seeing the expression of Rong Yiqing, who was clearly deviating from the design, at this moment, Wen Xien only had the illusion that he had lifted a stone and smashed his foot.

   At this time, shouldn't Rong Yiqing instruct the palace servants to drag her out and repeat all the criminal laws?

   Is this the rhythm of going into battle in person? Is it already unbearable to this point?

   Before Wen Xien could come up with a reason, she got another sword in her arm, followed by her calf, thigh...

   In just a short time, the white clothes were almost dyed blood-colored, and the whole person could no longer stand up. He fell to the ground in an embarrassment, letting the blood on his body stain the bluestone, leaving blood marks.

The faces of the people on the ground were already pale, and their bodies were already ill, so they couldn't help struggling like this. Cold sweat soaked the hair on the temples, clinging to the thin cheeks. The wounds were scratched, and the clothes in the underwear were dyed a dazzling darkness.

There were scars all over her body, and Wen Xien, who was in pain, was already a little confused. Every time the sword fell on her body, her body twitched instinctively. It was as fragile as if she could use a little more force, the master could not open her eyes completely. .

Rong Yiqing watched this scene, the five fingers in his sleeves were indistinctly folded, his jaw clenched tightly, he could see the stiffness of his facial muscles at this time, those deep eyes stared at the ground covered in blood. People, let others see how many emotions are hidden in it.

   Rong Yiqing, who was carrying a sword covered in blood, fell into a frenzy, "Kill you... it's over."

   In the end, his red eyes moved to the man's trembling but particularly fair and slender neck.

   A voice in his brain told him that if he swiped there, it would definitely be more beautiful. Not only was the skin beautiful there, but the blood inside was even more beautiful like a fountain.

   "Your Majesty, Your Majesty,..." The palace staff exclaimed in surprise, accompanied by messy footsteps.

  Emperor…

   The prince's smirk suddenly appeared in Wen Xi'en's mind. Although he was a head taller than her, he always had a childish smile in front of her, and occasionally he became crazy like a fool.

   "Brother Emperor..." Is that you?

  Rong Bo was in a very excited mood. When he saw the scene in front of him, his ears buzzed and he drank at the noisy palace servant behind him. The palace servant instantly became quiet and he rushed in.

   As soon as he entered the hospital, what he saw was a picture of a person lying on the ground covered in blood, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and the blood dripped all over the ground. At this moment, Rong Yiqing was holding a long sword, which was straight at the person's throat.

   "Ran Ran!!" At this moment, Rong Bo's eyes were splitting, his heart seemed to stop for a moment, and he almost flew over.

   This familiar call made Wen Xien in a trance for a while, she called out, "Brother Huang..."

   The sword that deflected, just narrowly avoided the human carotid artery, and still left a long scar on the human fair neck.

   Seeing this scene, Rong Bo's body was almost furious at that moment.

   He turned his head sharply, those eyes that were almost stained with blood, now looking at the gaze of the person behind him, like a beast that chooses and devours people.

   After being deflected by the sword, Rong Yiqing was able to regain his senses. The first thing he saw was a person who was covered in blood on the ground and didn't know his life or death.

   And the blood on the opponent's neck was rapidly dizzy, turning it all red in an instant.

  Bangdang—

   The long sword in his hand fell to the ground.

  Rong Yiqing looked at his hand in disbelief, and took a few steps back in a panic, the hand holding the sword trembled violently.

Rong Bo stood at the same place at a loss, not daring to touch the person covered in blood, carefully picked up the person on the ground, and strode away to the back room, suppressing the anger in his heart, directed at Rong Yiqing. He shouted, "Rong Yiqing, you wait."

   I haven't changed the blocked chapters (guilt)

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