Transmigrating into a Doll Princess: Pink Princess

How could the two of them fight?Long Fuyue couldn't understand it.

At the same time, a wave of anger is also burning!

It turned out that he ran here to fight with his senior brother!

But it made her look like a fool, waiting under the cliff for so long, almost going crazy!

This guy, who keeps saying he loves me, and even pretending to be affectionate, turns out it's all fake! [

He didn't even think about how anxious I was waiting below, and almost became the first person in the world to die of anxiety!

At first, Long Fuyue was worried to death for the two of them, but now she was furious at the bullfighting, wishing to shoot them both to death together!

Their fight this time was different from the last time.

The last time they fought, although they looked extremely fierce, both of them left room for their subordinates and would not greet important parts.

This time it seemed to be desperate!

The white light flickered and the weapon was dazzling. In Jia Ruo's hand was the jade flute that he usually used. Waves of light flashed out, attacking Feng Qianyu's vital points.

But Feng Qianyu's hand was empty, and was forced by Jia Ruo to step back...

Long Fuyue's heart skipped a beat, only then did he remember that Feng Qianyu's sword was in his hands, and since he didn't have a weapon in his hand, the fight would naturally be greatly reduced.

"Don't fight, don't fight! Why are you fighting again?!" Long Fuyue didn't dare to rush in like last time.

Those two people ignored her, and the fight became more and more urgent.

Chi!A white light flashed, and Feng Qianyu had a bloody hole on her arm.Half of the arm was immediately stained red with blood.

Long Fuyue watched with horror, and suddenly remembered that Feng Qianyu's right arm hadn't fully healed, and now she was empty-handed, so she was definitely at a disadvantage.

I couldn't help being anxious: "Stop hitting, stop hitting, it's not fair to fight like this! Stop it, stop it all!"

"Fu Yue, which one of us do you want to win? Fu Yue, haven't you always liked me? Do you hate this apprentice's pestering? Let me kill him, and he won't pester you anymore."

Jia Ruo's face was still as calm as water, but the words he said were like knives, piercing Long Fuyue's heart.