Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

In the distance, another pair of eyes was watching them silently, and he was holding his breath and waiting for the opportunity.

Wen Qing has no way to focus, the vines tied to his body will change in strength with the rhythm of his breathing, and the flowers on the vines are like the heads of poisonous snakes, which may open their bloody mouths at any time and bite him Meat.

"Junior brother, don't worry, I'll come to rescue you right away."

Shu Yuan was much more anxious than Wen Qing, holding his sword and flying towards the vine attached to Wen Qing's body.

However, these vines re-grow after being cut off, and the speed of restoration is instantaneous.

Fu Liang stood on the cliff and observed the situation quietly. When Shu Yuan was fighting with the vines, Wen Qing cleverly used his mind to protect his heart and body, but he was not sure if the ugly flower could break the plan he had set. shield.

Ninety percent of Wen Qing's attention was on himself in the critical moment, and one percent of his attention was on Fu Liang's face. He hoped that Fu Liang would come to save him, but he didn't want Fu Liang to get hurt for him.

Compared with his senior brother who was desperate for him, Fu Liang's motionless appearance seemed a bit indifferent.

Wen Qing didn't understand his thoughts, and his mood plummeted.

Shu Yuan didn't have time to take care of Fu Liang, he had to focus on dealing with the numerous vines with strong vitality, his strength was getting weaker and slower, and his speed was getting slower and slower, when he was gradually unable to do what he wanted, the flowers on the vines bit on his arm.

"what!"

With his wailing and screaming, the right arm holding the sword was actually torn off by the seemingly weak flower. The flower was like a wild beast coming out of the cage, and the incision on Shu Yuan's injured shoulder was scattered with blood mist.

"Brother!" Wen Qing yelled, tears poured out of his eyes unscrupulously, filling his entire face.

Shu Yuan's face was pale. He lost his right arm and weapon. He raised his left hand and was about to use his kung fu, but the monstrous vines and flowers moved faster than him. At the critical moment, it was Fu Liang who protected him behind him, and pressed his palm against him. In his heart, pushing him over a cliff.

Wen Qing: "A Liang, be careful."

The eyes that had been watching them in the distance also showed a worried expression. Although Su Muyao's order did not specify whether to bring back Fu Liang or his body, his instinct was to bring back Fu Liang. Therefore, Fu Liang cannot die.

Xin Wuran drew his sharp sword out of its sheath, ready to step forward to help at any time.

Fu Liang cut his palm and smeared his own blood on the shiny frost blade, the heart of blood on his cheek glowed red.

When more than a dozen vines charged at him, and hundreds of thousands of flowers hanging on the vines opened their mouths with blades, Fu Liang completely relied on the role of human design, and gracefully raised the blade.

The red clothes were blazing like fire, and his sleeves and skirt were flying, and his exposed skin was even more white as snow. With the power of the Heart of Blood, not only the cut of the vine could not be regenerated, but a raging fire ignited from the cut, and the tongue of fire eroded the green vine and red flower into burnt ash in an instant.

The fire was raging, but Fu Liang was unscathed in the flames. His cheeks were tense and his eyes were sharp. The light of his sword was sharp and decisive. The vines touched by the blade wailed miserably, and the cry was tender and heart-wrenching like a newborn baby.

Even though the surrounding temperature rose sharply, Fu Liang's face was as pale as falling into an ice cellar. There were vines in the air that were still scrambling to approach him, and some vines huddled beside Wen Qing in fear.

And his body was bound even tighter by timid vines, when a thin green vine sneaked out from the clouds and mist, approached Wen Qing's neck quietly, trying to bypass his slender neck and strangle him to death, Fu Liang is keenly aware of his danger, but he has to try his best to control his heartbeat and thoughts, and he must not be a little emotionally affected by Wen Qing's safety, otherwise the amorous pill in his body will explode again.

Fu Liang quickly handed the sword to Wen Qing calmly, and lifted the tip of the sword easily and cautiously. The tiny green vine let out a sob and quickly turned into ashes. thus ignited.

Wen Qing's mental method was completely ineffective under the influence of Fu Liang's blood core heart. When he thought he would die in the sea of ​​flames, Fu Liang's hand pinched his shoulder at once. The flames did not harm his body at all, and Fu Liang held him A refreshing coolness poured into his shoulders, and his complexion quickly returned to normal.

Fu Liang wanted to take him back to the temporarily safe cliff, but another vine popped out from nowhere, with a small red flower opening its tip. Qing's back.

Fortunately, Fu Liang grabbed his shoulders in time and pushed him away, while the little flower turned around and bit Fu Liang's vest fiercely.

"Well--"

Fu Liang felt the pain, his face twitched twice, and took advantage of the situation to push Wen Qing onto the cliff.

"Ah Liang."

Wen Qing looked back at him worriedly, and was safely sent to Shu Yuan's side in the next moment.

He worried about Shu Yuan again: "Brother, are you alright?"

Shu Yuan said heartily: "Don't worry, I won't die yet."

Looking at the blood on Shu Yuan's arm, Wen Qing felt very guilty.However, if they can return to Beidouxuan smoothly later, Shu Yuan's severed arm may be saved.

Wen Qing and Shu Yuan looked anxiously at Fu Liang who was still entangled by vines. If he hadn't had the Heart of Blood to protect his body, the little flower biting his vest would have penetrated into the chest cavity and grabbed his entire heart. out.

Fu Liang broke out in cold sweat for a moment, and cut off the vines that attacked him with a sword. Instead of reflecting each other, before he swung his sword, the dozens of vines running towards him again couldn't get close, and then they were reduced to ashes under his gaze.

"The wind and the bamboo forest are trapped, life and death are life and death." A calm and slightly teasing voice came from the void, "The Heart of Blood Core really deserves its reputation, but I'm afraid it's not a guest's demeanor to cause trouble in my territory?"

"Useless scholar?"

Fu Liang said to himself, his eyes regained their clarity, and his blood-core heart lost its light.

He immediately withdrew his sword and retreated to the cliff, the air was still hazy with white mist.

Wen Qing anxiously checked the injuries behind him, the blood and the red clothes coagulated together.

"We just want to visit sir and ask a question. Isn't sir's way of hospitality too rough?" Fu Liang put his sword back into its sheath and looked at the void.

The useless scholar quibbled, "I'm an ordinary person, and I don't have the heart to protect my body. Of course, I have to be cautious. It's already cheap for you to use one of your arms as a stepping stone."

Fu Liang snorted coldly with disdain: "Then we still have to thank you?"

The useless scholar was about to speak, but when they relaxed their vigilance, a flying knife pierced through the air and pierced Shu Yuan's heart from behind. The moment blood gushed out, his body also fell heavily into the cliff.

Wen Qing, who was standing beside him, couldn't react in time, and cried out to the cliff: "Senior brother!"

Useless scholar: "It turns out that there are still customers, and they are also experts, so Xiaosheng withdrew first."

Fu Liang: "..."