Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 134 Female Cultivator of Hehuan Sect (40)

Ruan Ruan's hand holding the hilt of the sword was shaking a little, and his face was a little stunned, as if he didn't react.

His hand circled her right wrist bone, as if to prevent her from running away. Ruan's soft spine was almost pressed against his back, and the sword blade was fully immersed, and the heel of his palm was sticky and hot.

There was the sound of blood beads falling one by one.

When Gong Qi grabbed her wrist, she turned around. Hanshuang stabbed him hard with her left hand. The sword was sharp, and the feeling of penetrating the flesh made her scalp numb.

The pure white clothes flew up when he turned around, and before they could fall down, they were stained with a few drops of bright red blood.

The blood dripping continuously formed a small pool of blood on the ground. The big hand on the wrist tightened almost instantly, squeezing her slender bones, and there was a faint sound of dislocation of the joints.

"You hate me that much?"

The big palm holding her wrist tightened again, and the cold fingertips covered her trembling hand, pulling it out inch by inch.

The subtle movement of the sword blade grinding against flesh was clearly captured by her. Her finger bones turned pale as she resisted, but she was still no match for his strength.

Ruan Ruan slammed his hand away, turned around and pulled out the sword.

A large amount of blood was splashed on her chest, and the rich smell of blood filled the tip of her nose, making her nauseous.

But she laughed, tears rolling down from her eyes, her hairband broke, three thousand hair strands were messy, and there was still a faint purple mark on her neck, but it couldn't match the bright and dazzling blood.

"I hate you."

Her voice wasn't even intense, the corners of her lips were slightly pulled up, and the dimples on her cheeks were slightly concave.

Through her blurred vision, she met Gong Qi's dark eyes, as if there was deathly silence.

He ignored the wound on his body and allowed it to bleed, soaking through the mysterious clothes and dripping along the corners of the clothes.

"This won't kill me."

His gloomy eyes fell on her as if he was hiding something, his inorganic eyes stared at her firmly, his voice was hoarse, "Come here now, and I will forget about it."

"No way!"

Trembling fingers clenched the hilt of the sword, pointing directly at Gong Qi.

Gong Qi's eyes were dead and he half-closed his thin eyelids, "Since that day, have you been planning to kill me?"

The question is spoken in the affirmative.

Without waiting for Ruan Ruan to respond. "Junior sister."

Senior Brother Qi helped Yun Mian over. Her voice was a little weak and she glanced at Gong Qi warily.

"All the brothers and sisters are injured, we'd better evacuate as soon as possible."

Even though he looked seriously injured, she still didn't dare to take it lightly.

The jade tokens around their waists were easily crushed, and the next second they disappeared one after another.

Gong Qi didn't step forward to stop him. He lowered his head, with a dark and scary look in his eyes.

"Bah-"

……

"Master!"

Yun Mian's face was extremely pale, and the broken ribs on her chest had not had time to be reattached. She refused the help of others, and there was a faint joy in her weak voice.

Xie Chaoshi couldn't notice her for a moment.

The large amount of blood on Ruan Ruan's white clothes irritated people's eyes. His vision was full of blood red. His hair was messy and disheveled. He held Han Shuang tightly in his right hand. The thick blood stained the hilt of the sword and it was no longer white.

The blade of the sword is as clean as ever.

"Where is it hurt?"

Xie Chaoshi asked softly. Although there was a chill in his voice, it was not difficult to hear his concern.

His eyes swept over and found no wounds, then he took out a clean robe and wrapped it around her body. His fingertips traced her shoulders and neck through the fabric, as if he didn't see the strange marks on her neck.

Ruan Ruan didn't care about the robe on her body. Before his hand could be removed, the coolness spread through the fabric to her shoulders.

She tilted her head and stood on tiptoe——

The bell between his ankles swayed, gently pressing against the corner of his lips.

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(End of this chapter)