She was pushed down by the villain again in The Boss of Quick Travel

Lingxiao Sect, forbidden area.

There is a layer of barrier covering the spiritual pool. Beside the rolling water, a man is lying on the stone bed. His white robe has been stained by dust and dirt. His originally neat hair has become messy, and his handsome face is covered with dust. Covered by vicissitudes of life.

From his careful identification, he turned out to be Song Huaisheng. If his disciples came to see him, they probably wouldn't be able to recognize him.

There was a smile on his face. Beside him, there was a woman in white lying, and the woman's hand was held tightly by him. The woman's body was looming, changing unsteadily between reality and reality.

"Shuang'er, it's been three years. Uncle Master will definitely restore you as soon as possible. As long as I find that jade pendant, you will completely belong to me."

He half-propped himself up and looked at the woman with fascination. That woman was Lin Shuang, but her body here was more plump than Ye Liang's body there.

Before he gave Lin Shuang the jade pendant that day, he left a hand. As long as Lin Shuang uses the jade pendant, part of her spiritual consciousness will return to Lingxiao Sect. After the competition, he even went into seclusion to separate himself and Lin Shuang was trapped here, helping her repair her soul.

During the days he spent with Lin Shuang, he kept reminiscing about their past, and his infatuation with the little girl deepened. Even when he could leave, he couldn't bear to stay far away.

Now that he was muttering, his hands began to act dishonest.

"Shuang'er, when you wake up, practice cultivation with your uncle. Master will do his best to make you ascend to immortality."

Song Huaisheng curled his lips. Judging from the reflection in the pool of water, his smile was particularly sad and irritating.

With a "bang" sound, the barrier shattered. Just as Song Huaisheng was about to get angry, his whole body was lifted up in the air by an invisible force.

In the past three years, he has consumed most of the Lingxiao Sect's spiritual power and artifacts on Lin Shuang, and even used most of his own cultivation. Now his strength is probably not even enough to build a foundation.

"Who!" As soon as he finished speaking, his body was thrown against the wall and fell into the spiritual pool. When he wanted to struggle, the force pressed him into the pool and tortured him repeatedly.

The black shadow swirled in, and the moment he saw the woman on the bed, his anger reached its peak. No wonder, no wonder Lin Shuang's body has not recovered for so long. It turns out that there is still a part of Song Huaisheng, the thief.

He raised his hand and grabbed it, twisting off Song Huaisheng's limbs.

"Ah——! Ah uh!" Song Huaisheng howled and sank, only a series of bubbles were left on the spiritual pool.

Ye Liang didn't care about his pain. He stood in front of Lin Shuang and was about to pick her up, but found that his hand had passed through her body.

He couldn't take her in even with other artifacts, could it be possible...

Seeing that there were only two bubbles left in the pool, Ye Liang gritted his teeth and pulled Song Huaisheng out, stepped on his chest, he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and looked at Ye Liang with difficulty.

"Demon...Demon Lord?"

He remembered Ye Liang's appearance. Three years ago, he watched the other party take the jade pendant away with his own eyes.

Suddenly he thought of something, and stretched his crooked arms towards Lin Shuang, "No, no, you can't, ahem, take away my Shuang'er!"

Seeing that he was so crazy and emaciated, Ye Liang kicked him again, took out the magic sword and pointed it directly at his heart, "Tell me how to take Shuang'er away!"

"Haha, you can't take it away, you can't take it away~" Song Huaisheng had several of his teeth broken by the kick. Seeing that he was still conscious and refused to let go, Ye Liang suddenly swung his sword and cut off his arm.

"The area injured by this magic sword cannot regenerate no matter what method is used." He leaned over and said with a smile: "Master of Lingxiao Sect, you still have three limbs that can be chopped off by me. What will you look like later? , he will probably be ridiculed by everyone in the world."

"I can't take her away now, and I will find a way to take her away in the future!"

After that, he cut off one of Song Huaisheng's legs.

"Ahhh——!" The man's skinny face was distorted. He spat out a few more mouthfuls of black blood and stared straight at Lin Shuang, "Shuang'er, my Shuang'er, I won't let you take her away. She won’t even die!”

A golden light suddenly emitted from his body, and Lin Shuang, who was lying on the bed, suddenly disappeared. Ye Liang stretched out his hand to grab it, but only felt a layer of coldness.

"Haha, hahaha, she is one with me now. If I die, she will die too. This time, she will never come back!"

Song Huaisheng smiled wildly, not even caring about the blood vomiting from his mouth, "Save me, if you don't save me, hehehe."

"Ha." Ye Liang's cold eyebrows relaxed, and he grabbed Song Huaisheng's clothes. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he whispered: "Are you worthy of threatening me?"

As he spoke, he put a palm on Song Huaisheng's head and enveloped him with all the demonic energy. Song Huaisheng shook into a sieve. He rolled his eyes and vomited blood, "You...what are you going to do?"

Ye Liang curled his lips, with a cold and bloodthirsty smile, "This demonic energy can directly refine you. If you are gone, she will be the only one left."

Song Huaisheng's eyes really showed fear this time, and his whole body showed rejection. However, under the tempering of the demonic energy, his body gradually shrank, and finally melted away together with his clothes, leaving no residue.

Song Huaisheng, who was No. 1 in cultivating immortals three years ago, was just gone, but in that rich demonic aura, a trace of golden light was well protected.

Ye Liang took a breath, and with a smile that made even the beautiful scenery fade, he carefully held the golden thread in his arms.

"Shuang'er, I'll take you home."

After Ye Liang left, a fire broke out in the Lingxiao Sect. The red flames formed a barrier and burned the sect for seven days and seven nights. After seven days, the Lingxiao Sect disappeared from the world.

When the Immortal Cultivation Sect and others learned of the news, they immediately pointed the finger at the Demon Clan. However, the Demon Clan had no clue and they had no way to blame.

In the devil's palace, Ye Liang spent seven days fusing the two parts of Lin Shuang's soul together.

He sat cross-legged on the flower bed, his cheeks were covered with sweat, his thin lips were as pale as paper, and the demonic energy on his body was much less visible to the naked eye. His eyes were staring directly at Lin Shuang, who was facing him.

Compared to her incorporeal body seven days ago, Lin Shuang already had a physical body. The wind in the barrier blew gently, raising the broken hair on her forehead. She sat there quietly, like a painting of proud snow, frost and plum blossoms. .

Ye Liang was stunned, and his breathing gradually became heavier. He slowly approached and pulled Lin Shuang into his arms.

Cold and stiff, she was like a body without a soul. Ye Liang stroked her cheek, helped her tidy up her broken hair, stared at her lips, and leaned forward to devour those lips.

No matter how cold she is, he will keep her warm.

In the Lingxing space, the woman in the blood mist opened her eyebrows slightly, and the ink hairpin in her hair shook lightly. Lingxing came closer and said: [Host, it turns out that the reason why your soul has not been repaired is Song Huaisheng, and I didn't realize how much he liked him before. Why are you acting so paranoid this time? 】

After saying that, it took a peek at the cool night that it was enjoying, and hissed: [It has legs~]