Don't run away

Chapter 60 The male majoring in fairy literature, the female supporting role 21
"Come in!"

she said in a low voice.

The door of the palace opened, and a court lady came in scrambling.

"Princess, that Long Aotian is here."

As soon as her words fell, Song Qingyu saw Long Aotian come in with a positive attitude.

Behind him, Xibi and Yue'er followed.

I haven't seen Xibi for many days, she is even more charming than Hua, and there is a little more flair between her brows.

In contrast, Yue'er's face is a little older, and she didn't see much at first, but now she looks even more ugly when compared with Xibi.

Her eye sockets were red, it was obvious that she had just cried bitterly.

"Bitch, I'm here to kill you."

Long Aotian was wearing a black cloth gown, holding a golden dragon-patterned sword in his hand, and his face was full of righteousness, completely lacking the look of a bereaved dog like before.

Of course, even when Long Aotian is acting against the trend, he is not surprised by honor or disgrace.

But as soon as he said this sentence, he saw the difference in Song Qingyu.

He has already cultivated immortality, and his master has passed on all the cultivation bases of Bishen to him, so he only came to trouble Song Qingyu when he was sure, but Song Qingyu seemed to be inscrutable.

Song Qingyu was surprised to see Long Aotian.

The hero is indeed the hero, and I don't know what kind of adventure happened, but I can only have this kind of cultivation in the space, more than 30 days, which is equivalent to more than 30 years.

And he, in just over 30 days, has already reached the foundation establishment level, and is only slightly lower than himself.

Although he was surprised in his heart, Song Qingyu didn't show it on the surface, he doesn't lose if he loses, doesn't he?
She picked up the coat on the bed, put it on in the leap, stood there, looked at Long Aotian with cold eyebrows.

Holding the sword in Long Aotian's hand, the confusion in his eyes continued unabated.

"You demon girl, I don't know what demon method you used."

Looking at her cultivation, Long Aotian sneered coldly, raised his sword, and swung it towards Song Qingyu.

Song Qingyu dodged it easily, she looked at the sword in Long Aotian's hand, the golden dragon on it seemed real, every time he swung it, there would be a dragon chant.

This kind of dragon chant made Song Qingyu feel very uncomfortable in her heart, she suppressed the discomfort in her heart forcefully, and fought back.

Gradually, she blocked Long Aotian's dragon chant, and her strikes became more and more fierce, with golden light blades flying towards Long Aotian.

The robes on Long Aotian's body were somewhat cut off, and he also looked embarrassed.

"Aotian..."

"Princess, please spare me!"

As soon as they saw that Long Aotian was in a bad position, both Xibi and Yue'er knelt down on the ground, howling like ghosts and wolves.

One sound more miserable than the other.

Hearing these ridiculous begging voices, Song Qingyu was still attacking Long Aotianxia. If he was on the inferior side, they must have a superior face again.

"puff--"

The difference in cultivation, even with a sword to protect the body, Long Aotian still couldn't compare, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Snapped--"

With another slap, Long Aotian was hit by Song Qingyu to the outside of the main hall.

"Aotian..."

"Brother Aotian..."

The two daughters, Xibi and Yue'er, rushed forward and hugged each other.

Long Aotian originally wanted to persevere in doing it, but the two women pressed down very hard, and Long Aotian really fainted because he didn't give face.

"Aotian, Aotian..."

The two women were crying and slapping Long Aotian's chest.

(End of this chapter)