Evil Boss Comes Again

Before long, he yuan came to Yan Qingyi's bedside and sat down with a bowl of ginger soup.

Yan Qingyi sits up on the bed and wants to take the ginger soup in her hand and drink it himself, but he yuan refuses. Then she feeds her ginger soup spoonful by spoon. She is like a gentle big sister, taking good care of Yan Qingyi!

After drinking ginger soup, Yan Qingyi thanks and lies on the bed.

He yuan put down the bowl and tucked in the quilt for her. After sleeping for a while, a thin layer of sweat came out of her body.

Today, her spirit was tense all day. After drinking a bowl of ginger soup and lying in bed at ease, she soon fell asleep.

After she fell asleep, he yuan blew out the candle, then left the room and went outside.

Yan Qingyi had a dream. In the dream, she went to the night of the massacre of LAN city people by Qiyao sect ten years ago.

Now she is a bystander.

Standing on the edge, she saw with her own eyes that the disciples of Qiyao sect burned, killed and plundered a large number of people in LAN city. Many children, many old people, all died under that cold sword.

That scene was really shocking.

Just as she was ready not to see and determined to stay away from here, a familiar figure appeared in front of her.

The man was dressed in a black suit, with 3000 green silk flying in the air. He was indescribably heroic. Because he was wearing a mask, Yan Qingyi couldn't see his appearance clearly.

Even so, Yan Qingyi also knows that this person is pitiful.

Heavy pity on the right hand holding a long sword, this long sword, covered with blood, under the night sky, he looks very fierce, fierce, cold, like a Yama attached to the body, the body exudes enough pressure to let those people flee everywhere!

Yan Qingyi wants to go to his side and tell him not to kill again. However, now she is as if she was under a set body curse. She can't move a step. She can only watch the heavy pity fly to the people's face, and her hands are up and down, and the blood is splashing all over the ground!

She wanted to speak, but her mouth seemed to be covered, and she couldn't make a sound at all. So, she began to struggle and began to make a sound. At this time, the heavy pity of the two people who had just killed looked at her direction!

That look, send out cold and fierce, evil, the whole body of the aura became extremely cold. The air pressure around is getting lower and lower, and the powerful gas field oppresses everything around!

Heavy pity strode towards her direction. Yan Qingyi thought he was going to kill himself, so he began to struggle. The closer he was to her, the more nervous she was. At the same time, fear occupied her whole brain!

Heavy pity is only half a meter away from her. She has to think that she is going to die. Just as she gave up struggling and waited for death with her eyes closed, heavy pity, like a gust of wind, went straight through her body!

A scream, deafening!

Yan Qingyi turned his head and saw that the sword in chonglian's hand cut off a woman's head. The blood splashed all over him on the spot!

"Dirty!" Cold finish this word, heavy pity suddenly fierce, holding the sword in hand, began to chop that woman!

"Ah

Yan Qingyi's eyes suddenly opened. His black and white eyes were full of panic. She was hysterical, clenched her fist, and finally let out her first scream!

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"Cloud clothes? What's the matter with you? " When Heyuan heard the scream of Yan Qingyi, he was shocked. Then he immediately got out of bed and ran to Yan Qingyi's bedside. At this time, Yan Qingyi had already woken up.

On his forehead, there are beads of sweat as big as beans, and the bangs in front of her forehead have been soaked with sweat. Her clothes were wet with sweat.