The senior sister who refuses to fall in love has become a god.

He only said that Wan Zhu would do his best to assassinate Qian Shu, but he didn't care that if he failed, Wan Zhu would most likely die.

Practitioners pay attention to gratification and revenge, and no one will leave any room for someone who wants to assassinate him.

But Wanzhu did not refute, let alone refuse.

"Yes."

She simply replied, as if she were a lifeless machine.

The news that Lotus Minghuo can be obtained as long as he completes the task spreads quickly, but this task is easy to say, but not easy to say.

Although Snow Linghua is easy to find, it is not easy to bring it back fresh.

This news also reached the ears of Yu Fengya and others.

"Senior brother, didn't we see this Snow Linghua last time in the Valley of the Wind? There are them all over the mountains and plains."

Yu Fengya is now wearing someone else's shell, which makes Yu Qianmo a little uncomfortable.

He was silent for a while before answering: "Yes, but the Snow Linghua is fragile and ephemeral. It is almost impossible to survive after leaving the Valley of the Wind, so it is still a bit difficult."

"But that's the Lotus Dark Fire. No matter how difficult it is, there will be people trying to find it. Senior brother, let's go too."

"You are not a fire spirit root, so what is the use of the Lotus Dark Fire?"

Yu Fengya tugged at the corner of her mouth, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes, "Although I am not a fire spirit root, this body does have fire spirit roots. Although it has water, fire, earth and wood spiritual roots, I can barely use it."

"Besides, Ye Xuanxin from Qianqiu Sect is in charge of the fire spirit root. Do you think they won't go?"

Yu Qianmo could only nod, admitting that what she said made some sense.

"Then if I go with you, you won't be afraid that they will find any clues?"

"Senior brother." She pursed her lips, grabbed his sleeve and shook it dissatisfied, "Anyway, they have already suspected me. Even if you go with me, you can't prove that I am not this Lu Jiake."

"Besides, if we get the Lotus Dark Fire, we can neutralize it with the cold energy of the Moon God Bead. In this way, senior brother will not be so weak from the cold energy of the Moon God Bead."

The Moon God Bead has always been in Yu Qianmo's hand. The Moon God Bead itself is a very yin thing. Yu Fengya is afraid that holding it will damage her body, and she is even more afraid that it will be inhaled by the Moon God Bead.

After being shaken by her like this, Yu Qianmo didn't have the intention to say anything more. His cultivation has now entered a difficult stage. In the past, spiritual power came too easily. Now he is asked to meditate and practice again, but he gets half the result with half the effort. It's really difficult for him.

Coupled with the fact that the Moon God Pearl was constantly damaged by the cold yin energy, Yu Qianmo had no intention of practicing in seclusion and meditation.

"That's what you said. Let's set off immediately, don't waste time."

The two were about to go to Yaotai when they met Qu Songmu.

When he saw Yu Qianmo, he subconsciously said: "Hello, senior brother Qianmo."

Then he realized, "Jia Ke, why are you with Senior Brother Qian Mo?"

Yu Fengya was too lazy to talk to him and said casually: "Senior brother Qian Mo wants to take me with him to perform a mission."

"Mission? What mission? Can I go with you?"

Qu Songmu looked at her and asked, his eyes as gentle and serious as ever.

But Yu Fengya secretly rolled her eyes, thinking that with him like this, even if he went, he would only be held back.

But I also thought of Qian Shu and others.

Yu Fengya couldn't help but laugh, "Of course, if Senior Brother Qu doesn't mind the trouble, come with us."

Qu Songmu smiled and nodded. There was a butterfly hairpin hidden in his sleeve. He wanted to take it out and give it to her, but Yu Fengya no longer waited for him to speak and directly pulled Yu Qianmo ahead.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Qu Songmu's eyes, and he had no choice but to hide the butterfly hairpin in his sleeve.

I don't know why, but this junior sister always makes him feel distant and strange.

But thinking of Qian Shu's words, Qu Songmu couldn't believe how a lively girl like his junior sister could be taken away from her.

She obviously still recognizes herself, and she is still lively and cute.

Qu Songmu couldn't help but clenched the hairpin in his sleeve, until the hard tip pierced his palm, and a sharp pain awoke his consciousness.

Qu Songmu quickly shook his head and followed the two of them.

Nausicaa of the Wind is not close to Xuanzong, and even Yu Jian would take a day and a night to reach it.

Qian Shu simply took advantage of the opportunity on the road to continue meditating and practicing, so he could still think about Xiao Qinglong and A Ruo.

I don’t know if Xiao Qinglong is living well in Yihua World, and I don’t know if Aruo has swam back to the fantasy sea.

Although she can't go to the Fantasy Sea at the moment, she can take advantage of the full moon night in the near future to visit the Ichika World.

She and Wanzhu were the only two people in the sea of ​​clouds, and it was peaceful and quiet.

Qian Shu sat firmly on the sword, and Wan Zhu's mind moved slightly.

She waved her hand, and the sword fell into her hand. Without any hesitation, the blade pointed directly at Qian Shu's back.

By the time the unsuspecting Qian Shu reacted, the sword blade had already pierced his clothes, cut through his flesh and blood, and passed through his heart.

She didn't even feel any pain. She lowered her head, and the sharp sword pierced her chest, and the blood was still warm and bright red.

She really never imagined that Wan Zhu would attack her halfway.

"Why, why?"

Although she and Manju have a normal relationship, they are far from fighting each other with swords.

"I just want to test whether you will die or not."

Qian Shu felt dizzy, but the first thing he felt was not anger but a sense of ridicule.

But I couldn’t laugh even if I wanted to.

The sharp sword was pulled out from her body, and countless cold winds seemed to be poured from the wound, and she felt a chill from the bottom of her heart.

Will she die?

Gurgling blood flowed down his clothes, gradually dyeing the body of Xuehan Sword red.

Her vision went dark and she fell straight from the sky.

Wan Zhu held the long sword flat in front of her and watched her blood slowly drip down the bright sword body without leaving any trace. The sword body reflected her indifferent eyebrows.

Logically speaking, she should catch up and strike again at this moment, so that she could see clearly whether she would die, but it was as if there were roots under her feet and she couldn't move.

Suddenly, his fingertips felt hot, and when he looked down, it turned out that her blood drops had been blown to his fingertips by the wind.

Bright red blood bloomed like a plum blossom on her left index finger.

It seems that from this drop of blood, from the fingertips to the knuckles, it gradually spreads to the palms, arms, and finally to the heart, and waves of throbbing pain spread from there to the whole body.

It's really strange, why was she the one who got hit by the sword, but she was the one who suffered the pain?

Why could a heartless machine like her feel heartache?

It seemed as if the drop of blood was not blood, but a steel needle made of blood, pricking directly from the gap between the nails. She couldn't help but tremble in pain.

Qian Shu, Qian Shu don’t die.

It seems like this is the only thought left.

Wan Zhu was so cold that she couldn't even control the sword. She flew down, but Qian Shu was no longer around.