Now what should she do? Go up and bite him?
Qi Luoer almost fell, the expression on her face seeming as if she’d been struck by thunder!
She stared incredulously at the familiar yet unfamiliar person.
Bai Li was actually the demonic sect’s leader, Yue Wushang!
She had actually treated him like a good sister.
Even more frightening, they had actually shared the bed for a whole month!
Thinking about all the events up til now, Qi Luoer really wanted to go and slam her head against the wall!
God ah, even though nothing happened between them. She still hadn’t lost her most precious thing.
But this guy had touched her, hugged her, and even ate her tofu 1. Now, what should she do? Go up and bite him?
She could only feel dizzy, her limbs weak. She really wanted to go dig a hole, crawl into it, and hide!
The purple robed girl’s face exposed a smile, blossoming like a lotus in the wind. She slowly raised her hand and touched Yue Wushang’s handsome face, “Foster…… Foster father, Ziying is able to say goodbye to you, Ziying is very happy….”
Her hand fell helplessly beside Yue Wushang!
Yue Wushang’s heart sunk, moving his hand to try and find her pulse……
He slowly raised his head, the lightning mark between his brows bewitching and seductive as blood.
He glanced at Yun Hua, “Yun Hua, the wound you gave her, I’ll make the entire Ziyun Sect pay the price for this!”
He let out a long whistle at the sky, the sound extremely clear and melodious. The ground beneath them began to shake violently.
Qi Luoer and the other newly joined disciples were too weak, swaying unsteadily.
Qi Luoer’s vision turned dark as she spat out another mouthful of blood.
She could no longer stand and tumbled roughly to the floor.
The hissing sound suddenly stopped!
A trace of worry flashed through Yue Wushang’s eyes.
Yun Hua shouted loudly, “Yue Wushang, don’t harm the innocent. Your opponent is me!”
He unsheathed his sword, the long, double edged sword light and transparent.
He brandished the sword casually and the air immediately filled with a layer of silver light, rippling in arcs.
Yue Wushang’s lips hooked, revealing a smile capable of causing a downfall of a city: “Yun Hua, using this trick to handle me for the 10th time, do you have any other moves?”
His left hand carried Ziying and his right hand drew a circular arc. Together, a purple light came from his fingertips and diffused through the air.
Qi Luoer had never seen such a beautiful purple color before. It was clear and bright, overflowing with light and color, as if it was a small brook shaded by glossy pearls. It was gorgeous beyond words.