Dressed as a snow demon disease beauty, the empress

"Have you seen enough?"

A cold voice sounded, like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, instantly waking Shen Wufeng awake.

Pushing away Shen Wufeng who was still in a daze, Xue Qingchen stood up, raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his lips, his complexion was not very good, and his face was as cold as ice.

Looking at the empty embrace, Shen Wufeng shook hands unconsciously, feeling the remaining warm touch, and sighed "really delicate" in his heart.

This evildoer is crazy about his preferences everywhere.

Shen Wufeng scolded himself secretly, spurning endlessly.

Xue Qingchen is a man, a man!

What I like are delicate, soft, fragrant and sweet women, and I don't like hard men!

After repeating this several times, Shen Wufeng finally returned to normal.

Seeing the other party turning around to leave, Shen Wufeng got up and grabbed his wrist instantly.

"Did I let you go?"

He pulled Xue Qingchen back forcefully, who knew that the strength was stronger again, he pulled Xue Qingchen staggered, and threw himself into his arms, Shen Wufeng reflexively supported him, a burst of plum fragrance came to his nostrils, he just calmed down The heart started beating wildly again.

"Shen Wufeng!"

"What exactly do you want?"

Xue Qingchen's tone was already filled with anger, he pushed Shen Wufeng away, his eyes were a little red.

The beauty is picturesque, no matter how big the fire is, it is very pleasing to the eye.

Shen Wufeng was stunned again, this was the first time in the hundreds of years he had known Xue Qingchen that he had seen him so easy to bully, it seemed that if he tried harder, he would be broken.

"You haven't told me why you were injured so badly?"

"Whoever hurt you, tell me."

Shen Wufeng's tone was extremely cold, a surge of anger rose in his heart for no reason, even worse than Xue Qingchen's anger when he conceded defeat at that time, he himself attributed this nameless anger to the fact that the man hurt Xue Qingchen, which made him unable to enjoy the competition to the fullest , can't appreciate the thrill of defeating Xue Qingchen.

And more importantly, only he can hurt Xue Qingchen!

"You hurt."

Shen Wufeng hesitated, "I said who did your previous injury."

Xue Qingchen struggled with his wrist, which was still tightly held, and said coldly: "What I do has nothing to do with you, Shen Jianzun, what do you mean by grabbing me like this?"

"I'm afraid you'll run away."

"Shen Wufeng." Xue Qingchen tried his best to keep his tone calm.

"I have no intention of entangled with you, I have already surrendered, what else do you want?"

"This way of winning you is not what I want."

Xue Qingchen sighed: "As you can see, I am seriously injured and cannot fight you."

"Then fight me after the injury is healed."

Looking at Xue Qingchen's pale face, his eyes fell on his blood-stained lips, and an unspeakable emotion suddenly rose in his heart, which made him unhappy.

"Have you been injured for a long time? Cangwu hasn't healed you yet?"

Xue Qingchen didn't answer, Shen Wufeng grabbed his wrist tightly and couldn't break free, his pale face was gradually stained with impatience.

"Shen Jianzun, how long are you going to hold me like this?"

"I believe you didn't come to Cangwu specifically to find me."

"Can you let me go?"

Shen Wufeng remained indifferent, even clenched tighter.

"No, you follow me back to Jianzong."

"Cangwu can't cure you, I'll cure you."

Xue Qingchen was slightly stunned, looking at Shen Wufeng's face and was speechless for a while, he didn't expect Shen Wufeng to say such a thing.

Shen Wufeng's heart was beating wildly from his eyes, fearing that he might misunderstand something, he hurriedly added a sentence.

"Don't think too much, I just want to heal you quickly and fight with you. If your injury is still not good, wouldn't I still have to wait for you?"

"I don't have that patience."

Thinking of his purpose of coming to Cangwu, Shen Wufeng dragged Xue Qingchen away.

"Shen Wufeng!"

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a rascal?"

"I say it again, let me go!"

Shen Wufeng was so powerful that Xue Qingchen's wrist was gripped for a while and felt sore. Seeing that Shen Wufeng still didn't intend to let go, and even wanted to pull him to defend the sky, Xue Qingchen condensed the sword in his left hand and swung it directly at Shen Wufeng. He was directly blocked halfway.

Shen Wufeng clamped Xue Yi's sword between his fingers, and looked back at him, with a handsome face and frowning, displeased.

"Since you are seriously injured, don't use force."

Xue Qingchen was really angry, "Did you not understand what I said?"

"Shen Wufeng, this is Cangwu, not your Sword Sect!"

Xue Yijian was filled with cold air, and ice crystals climbed onto Shen Wufeng's fingers along the sword body. Shen Wufeng's eyes sank, and he snatched Xue Yijian from Xue Qingchen's hand with a flick of his fingers.

The Xueyi sword was held by someone other than the owner, and the blade began to tremble slightly, emitting a frightening cold air, trying to get out of Shen Wufeng's control.

However, Xue Qingchen, who was suddenly seized with the sword, felt pain in his left hand, his fingers were numb, and the suppressed injury in his body suddenly turned back while his mind fluctuated, and a fishy sweetness rushed straight to his throat.

Thin cold sweat soaked the broken hair on the forehead, Xue Qingchen's face was terribly pale, and a bright red overflowed from the bloodless lips, which made Shen Wufeng's eyes hurt.

"Xue Qingchen!" The tone of the shout had changed, Shen Wufeng threw the sword and embraced Xue Qingchen.

This time, regardless of Xue Qingchen's obstruction, he forced out a trace of spiritual power into Xue Qingchen's body, but all the spiritual power in Xue Qingchen's body was blocking this strange force, Shen Wufeng was blocked, and it was impossible to check his physical condition .

He was a little anxious, and shouted in a low voice, "Qingchen, be obedient!"

After saying this sentence, Shen Wufeng was stunned. Xue Qingchen's face was so close that his lips could touch his face as soon as he lowered his head. Shen Wufeng's heart was in a mess again. When he came over, he even forgot to resist.

This palm seemed to be extremely powerful, but Xue Qingchen's body was seriously injured and didn't contain much spiritual power. Shen Wufeng's skin was rough and fleshy, so it didn't hurt or itch on his body, but he was shaken back a few steps.

After breaking free from the shackles, Xue Qingchen gave Shen Wufeng a cold look, put away his sword, turned around and left.

Shen Wufeng was still stunned on the spot, but his gaze never moved away from Xue Qingchen's body for a moment. I don't know what he was certain of. When Xue Qingchen stepped on the sword and was about to leave, he teleported to him and grabbed his hand. hand, preventing him from leaving.

"where are you going?"

The cold air overflowed from the person in front of him, Shen Wufeng really felt that Xue Qingchen was angry this time, but he just didn't want to let him go.

"Shen Jianzun! Respect yourself!"

"Follow me back to Jianzong." The tone was unquestionable, Shen Wufeng was even thinking that if Xue Qingchen refused, he would just hit his acupuncture points and carry him back.

Just when the atmosphere between the two was on the verge of breaking out, a tall figure swept over from a distance in an instant, and the frightening cold almost froze the world.

Shen Wufeng grabbed Xue Qingchen's wrist and was grabbed by the man with terrifying strength. The cold air penetrated from the skin, and the spiritual power surged in Shen Wufeng's body, resisting the icy cold power.

The man had an indifferent face, and his voice didn't fluctuate much, but it gave off a strong sense of oppression.

"Jiuxiao Sword Master, let go of me, brother."