Evil Millet Bug: Nine-year-old Concubine

Chapter 34

"It doesn't matter." Meng Lingkuang smiled faintly, put Shang Mo to a safe place, flicked his sleeves, and stood with his long body covered in fallen leaves, with an indifferent and cold calm on his face, which gave people a sense of peerless independence Even the five elders behind Qi Shidish couldn't help but stare dumbfounded. With such a demeanor, it can be said that this scene should only exist in the sky!

"Then offend me." Qi Shidie sneered, and once again puffed up his wide sleeves with his strong inner strength. Because of the sharp wind of the palm, a hole was made downward, and Shang Mo's heart was tangled together, and he didn't dare to let out a breath, but Meng Lingkuang still stood motionless and calmly, but he looked good under the mask. Her thin lips unexpectedly curved slightly.

The first palm broke through the wind, and the hurricane rushed towards the boy in white who was standing calmly like an arrow from the string. Meng Lingkuang still stood with his hands covered, and the other hand clinging to the jade flute swept his sleeve, and the same strong inner breath It was so easy to defuse the offensive, and he didn't even move his feet from the beginning to the end!
Shang Mo couldn't help exclaiming, what a powerful brother Ling Kuang!

Qi Shidie sneered, but this time he used seven levels of strength, which was also easily resolved by Meng Lingkuang.

Everyone couldn't help being horrified, such a young boy's martial arts attainments are like a bottomless pit that people can't figure out the depth of!

"Brother Lingkuang is so powerful!" Shang Mo laughed from the sidelines, this backing is big and stable!

Qi Shidie narrowed his eyes, and a cruel coldness flashed by, and he raised his breath to strike out the same palm, but unexpectedly, this time, his palm wind turned towards the milk doll jumping up and down, and the sound of breaking wind pierced through layers of air...

Shang Mo was still unaware of this change. Everyone was unexpected by this change. At that moment, it seemed that time also stood still, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard. Pushing towards that alive and kicking child...

"Damn it!" Meng Lingkuang's pupils shrank, and an overwhelming coldness emanated from his body. At that moment, for the first time, a sullen and murderous aura overflowed from the calm and deep black eyes, and the white figure raised his breath instantly, and that Like a strong palm wind, it went in the direction of Shang Mo...

Just at the very moment, Shang Mo frowned, a sharp chill flashed from his eyes, and was about to dodge to avoid the attack that suddenly turned towards her, when suddenly, a strong wind swept over, and Meng Lingkuang's white sleeve robe suddenly With a wave, the domineering and fierce wind swept the five Qizong staggered back several steps, and even Qi Shidish couldn't help but secretly felt lucky that he was not shaken back in embarrassment.

At this moment, Shang Mo only felt that one hand was grabbing her forcefully, and with a squeak, the sound of tearing silk rang in his ears, and the palm that almost hurt her just now passed by, so It was dangerous, and Meng Lingkang saved her again at a critical moment.

Before he had time to secretly rejoice that he had not been patted into a meat paste, Shang Mo was stimulated by the smell of blood. Shang Mo turned his head to look, and his expression changed. He saw Meng Lingkuang's arm protecting her. A bloodstain was cut, and the blood soaked the white sleeve robe, like a rippling coquettish red flower, seeping more and more, it looked like that, the palm that passed by her just now hurt Meng Ling There was a deep wound on Kuang's arm.

"Brother Lingkuang!" Shang Mo's voice trembled, and he hugged Meng Lingkuang's bleeding arm nervously, with a guilty expression on his face, he had already greeted that brat Qi Cheng in his heart. Tougher than one!
Meng Ling furrowed his brows madly, completely ignoring his own wounds, only when Shang Mo was frightened by the situation just now, he picked her up in his arms, without even looking at Qi Shidie and the others, he raised her hand. Qi jumped up, passed through layers of dense forests, almost walked on the wind, and brought Shang Mo away from this place.

He didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, but the chill emanating from the inside out made people's hearts tremble. Qi Shidish and others were shocked by the cold eyes of such a young boy and turned to the side. He backed away, not daring to block his way, and watched helplessly as two white shadows, one big and one small, left gracefully.

Shang Mo, who was hugged by Meng Lingkang and jumped up, was still focused on Meng Lingkang's wound, and hurriedly pressed the wound: "Brother Lingkang, you are injured, let's bandage it first."

"It doesn't matter." Meng Lingkuang's deep voice was as gentle as the wind, and suddenly he raised his hand and touched Shang Mo's sleeping hole. Before Shang Mo could react to what happened, his consciousness had gradually lost consciousness, and his two small arms instinctively hugged him. On Meng Lingkang's neck, his vision became more and more blurred, his little head drooped, and fell asleep on Meng Lingkang's shoulder.

In her sleep, she felt as if she was in the clouds, the wind gently brushed past her face, and the familiar breath and the warmth that made her feel at ease surrounded her.

"It's okay, Seventh Girl..." The gentle voice was deep and pleasant, and it rang softly in my ears, but it was so soft that it seemed to be crushed in the wind, as if it had never sounded...

The night is quiet and deep, like light ink entering the water, gently rippling away, like silk, the curtain of the night is opened, the moon and stars are sparse, and the light yellow halo hangs on the top of the tree shadow, just like a fine ink painting that has just been completed , The scenery is not charming and people are fascinated.

In the secluded place of the mountain, it suddenly becomes clear, mountains, rivers and rocks, leisurely circle out a paradise, a pool of water separates a pavilion from the forest of flowers, the terrain is high, and behind it is a waterfall that flows straight down. From there, you can almost overlook the whole world. Misty realm.

The slender white figure was outstanding and elegant, carrying the sleeping little guy up the waterfall source, and stopped directly in the independent pavilion.

Meng Lingkuang carried Shang Mo into the pavilion, placed her gently on the big soft bed, looked at the little guy's restless face while asleep, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her brows were tightly pressed together. Frown.

Meng Lingkuang sighed softly, and finally sat down on the edge of the bed, raised a hand and gently caressed Shang Mo's fair and delicate face, his black eyes were gentle, mixed with a hint of pettiness, and his tone seemed a little remorseful: " I put you in danger again..."

When he raised his hand, he pulled the wound on his arm. Only then did Meng Lingkang realize that the wound was still quite deep. His hand was a little cold. It was obvious that he had bled too much. Unexpectedly, it was just a small wound. , can't even stop the blood.

The moonlight faintly penetrated through the thin paper on the window, and the thin and slender young man in white slowly raised a hand and took off the silver moon mask on his face, revealing a slightly pale handsome face , with deep and indifferent eyes, a high bridge of nose, and tightly pursed thin lips, this face is so handsome that it looks exactly like the brother Yan that Shang Mo talked about!
(End of this chapter)