Pregnant with the cub of Mozun's ex-boyfriend

"You want my heart?"

Ling Qian's tone didn't sound like he was seeking revenge, but seeing Zong Zhou's cold face, he couldn't confirm if his words were just another way of saying "cut out the heart".

Under the stone steps, some people couldn't help talking.

What it said was that Zong Zhou would definitely not look down on the hidden treasures of the Taiyi School, as long as they endured until Ling Qian died, they could reap the benefits of fishing.

Everyone off the stage is waiting to see the lovers turn against each other.

They are not the only two on the stage.

The one who is not afraid of life and death in the first place is Tan Le.

This person was so eager to protect Ling Qian that he didn't even have time to stop Ling Qian, who was always on guard around him.

Seeing Tan Le attacking Zongzhou with all his strength, he encouraged all the disciples behind Ling Qian who were afraid to go forward to go with him.

But just like what Tan Le said earlier, when monks fight, they don't look at the difference in numbers.

Zong Zhou repelled these low-level monks without even raising his hand.

Ling Qian saw that all his fellow disciples were repelled to the bottom of the hundred stone steps, Zong Zhou swung his wrist and strangled Tan Le's neck with a light whip, hanging him in the air.

Although Ling Qian's spiritual power was almost broken, she had to make a move.

He had no choice but to forcibly circulate the aura in his dantian, and attacked Zongzhou with a single palm.

The spiritual power that this palm can use is less than [-]% of his heyday, but after meeting Zongzhou's palm, he knocked back the opponent three steps in an instant.

Ling Qian quickly glanced at her hands.

Knowing that this could never be some kind of extraordinary talent, he exploded with a force strong enough to counter Zongzhou.

Soon, the consequences of forced luck came.

Although he can still stand firmly, the severe abdominal pain has made his back sweat coldly.

He had already quietly covered his hands in his sleeves and pressed them against his lower abdomen.

Ling Qian tried to calm down, and said, "Zongzhou, let Tan Le go, he's just a medical practitioner, impulsive, he can't hurt you."

"In Daoist Ling's eyes, naturally only I can hurt others." Zong Zhou replied indifferently.

Ling Qian shook her head, and said in an airy tone, "You know that's not what I meant."

But Zongzhou said: "When did I get to know Daoist Ling?"

"I..." Ling Qian bit her pale lips lightly, "If you want to kill me, kill me."

"Ling Qian."

Zong Zhou suddenly called him by name, causing Ling Qian to raise his guard.

"Did I ever tell you that if you protect someone with your life in this life, I will let him die for you."

"No." Ling Qian pleaded, and the light whip that strangled Tan Le's neck tightened.

He could no longer recognize Zong Zhou in front of him as the person who had been with him for a year with a gentle voice and kindness.

"It turns out that people are not all the same when they are unfeeling."

Not everyone can still think about it in their dreams every night like myself.

Zong Zhou looked at his eyes a little moved, this little gleam, for Ling Qian at this moment, was all a fantasy of his own misjudgment.

Because soon, Zong Zhou dealt him a heavier blow.

"Daoist Ling, I see that your magical skills are quite fruitful, how about I slap you three times, and if you survive, this debt will be cancelled."

Not to mention three palms, now it only takes one push, and Ling Qian will fall down.

But there was really no room for him to bargain over this matter. In the blink of an eye, Zong Zhou had already slapped him on the left shoulder.

The momentum of this palm can be described as moving mountains and seas.

The majestic spiritual power surged like a wave.

But Ling Qian, who was in the center of the storm, felt nothing at all, but her long hair and the hem of her clothes were blown up by the whirlwind.

"You..." Ling Qian frowned slightly, his eyes full of doubts.

Before the words were finished, the second palm had arrived.

This palm directly shattered the majestic hall of Taiyi Sect.

Likewise, Ling Qian was not hurt at all.

However, Ling Qian's body, which had lost all of its power, could not hold up even when it was gently blown by the whirlwind of spiritual power.

He lost his balance and almost fell to the ground.

At this time, the third palm had reached his chest, but Zong Zhou grabbed his lapel with his hand, preventing him from falling.

Ling Qian didn't want this person to see her in a mess, so she raised her hand to push him away.

Unexpectedly, with just a slight push, it seemed as if he had exerted the strength of a half-step ascending cultivator.

It turned Zongzhou into a cloud of black mist and disappeared in an instant.

He was left alone in place.

It wasn't until Tan Le came back to his side, holding his arm to stabilize himself, that he came back to his senses.

Ling Qian turned her head to look at the square in front of the hall, and saw that those who came to provoke her had disappeared.

"Where did he go?" Ling Qian asked softly, out of breath.

Tan Le hurriedly replied: "Back then, the master was also driven to a desperate situation, and only then did he realize the ninth form of the Taiyi Sword Art. One sword flattened the mountains and seas, and he leaped to kill the evil beasts. Today, the brother repelled the devil for the master. , Those people see it in their eyes, as if they saw the past style of the master, who would dare to attack."

"I didn't ask them." Ling Qian frowned.

"Brother, it's not good to ask him." Tan Le squeezed Ling Qian's arm tightly, and whispered cautiously, "It's better that they all leave."

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……

Finally, it was safe night.

Ling Qian went back to the residence, ordered someone to prepare water, then soaked in the tub and never got up.

All I can think about is that everyone is gone, how can it be okay?

He intended to wash off the sweat on his body, but after soaking in it, for some reason, he was so weak that he fell asleep even after taking a bath.

It wasn't until she was awakened by the noise outside the bathroom that Ling Qian realized that she was so exhausted.

It stands to reason that before entering the water, he took an earth-level solid elixir, and seeing the incense in the bathroom, it took at least an hour.

No matter what, he should restore [-]% of his spiritual power.

But as far as the evidence of the medication he could capture, only the last trace of spiritual flow submerged into his stomach.

Seeing the rush outside the door.

Ling Qian responded: "Tan Le, don't come in yet, wait for me to get dressed."

He stepped out of the bathtub in one step, and felt weak as soon as his feet touched the ground.

In order to avoid slipping, he immediately put his hand on the screen, but he lost his strength in an instant.

bang.

There was a lot of commotion.

When Tan Le barged in, Ling Qian only had time to put on a robe hastily.

While busy tying his clothes with his back to the person, he asked, "Why are you here at this hour?"

"Brother forgot, you ordered me to come." Tan Le was worried that he would fall, so she hurried forward to help him.

"Senior brother said that the chest is tight and the blood is stagnant, and the blood flow is not smooth. I may have suffered an internal injury. Didn't you tell me to mix some medicinal incense for invigorating blood and rejuvenating?"

Ling Qian patted Tan Le's hand lightly, beckoning lightly, with a helpless expression on her face, and said, "I said so, but I didn't urge you to send it in such a hurry."

He still needs to say something more, just put on his clothes and pants.

Unexpectedly, Tan Le, a doctor who has always been gentle and polite, has a power that he has never understood before.

Suddenly bent down, picked up his knees, and hugged him horizontally.

Ling Qian hurriedly gathered the coat that covered her body, and urged the person to put it down: "I'm just a little dizzy, it's not like I can't walk anymore."

But Tan Le looked aggrieved and said, "But I'm just worried about Senior Brother."

After all, he felt that his mind was not confused enough, so he added a bit of confusion, and said: "It's all to blame for that damned devil, he must have struck too hard and seriously injured you."

"No." Ling Qian had a severe headache.

"Why not!" Tan Le carried him back to the bedroom with ease.

With a face full of anger, he said: "The devil is doing a lot of evil, what kind of man is he, why doesn't he dare to come when the master is around, and when something happens to the master, he can't wait to come and bully you."

Ling Qian sighed helplessly, and reminded: "Earlier you said that Shizun might have been killed by him, but now you say that he dare not fight Shizun anymore."

"I am..." Tan Le was speechless.

Seeing that she had reached the bedside, Ling Qian tugged Tan Le's sleeve again, and said, "Let me down, aren't you here to deliver incense? After lighting the incense, go back and rest quickly."

Tan Le has always listened to Ling Qian's words the most, but today she felt rebellious and would rather stand like this than let him go.

"Tan Le," Ling Qian's face was already displeased, "You are a first-class medical practitioner in the world, I can't hide my weakness from you, but it's fine for others to bully me, don't you listen to me?"

"I just hate that other person!" Tan Le suddenly became excited.

"He insulted your reputation and my teacher's family. Senior brother, think about it. Today, the Cangqiong Sect dared to speak ambiguously. Don't you know that maybe the devil spread some rumors about you and your master."

Ling Qian was also angry with this gossip, but what was even more annoyed was that Tan Le brought up this gossip in front of her again.

He was irritable and embarrassed for a while, so he pushed and pulled with Tan Le.

During the dispute, it is inevitable that a few times——

"You hurt me."

"Let me down first."

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Suddenly a familiar male voice came through the door, "What a pair of shameless brothers."

Shocked, Tan Le let go of her hand, Ling Qian took the opportunity to push away and fell onto the bed.

The visitor ignored the etiquette and kicked open the door.

That face, which was scary enough during the day, became even more menacing at night.

Looking at it with half a smile but not a smile, it looks like a knife across the necks of his two senior brothers.

"Don't get out, are you waiting to be a romantic ghost?"

The words of arbitrarily judging life and death are naturally meant for people who shouldn't be in this room.

Tan Le glanced at Ling Qian.

Ling Qian knew that she was misunderstood, but with his disheveled appearance, everything he said seemed to be sophistry.

I had no choice but to tell the truth: "Tan Le is here to give me medicinal incense, Your Majesty cherishes my reputation, please don't add new stigma to me."

"What incense?" Zong Zhou glanced at the incense burner following Ling Qian's line of sight, and there was indeed a delicate incense box over there.

But when Zong Zhou looked back at Ling Qian's legs protruding from the loose coat, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Listen to me." Ling Qian noticed her gaze, and quietly pulled the quilt to cover it.

Zong Zhou didn't listen to a word, grabbed Tan Le and threw it out the door.

The moment the door closed, a barrier blocked the entire room.

In another moment, the man with eyes full of anger had pressed one knee against the quilt, and stroked Ling Qian's face, which had lost its warmth due to anxiety, with one hand.

"Now you can speak, I will listen to your arguments."

Ling Qian waved away her restless hand, and stubbornly contradicted: "Your Majesty likes to talk like this, but I don't like it, so I don't want to say it anymore."

The restless hand in his heart is naturally not the one on his face.

And Zongzhou's restlessness is not just a touch.

"Xiao Qian, if no one loves you for three months, you can't help it, but if you want it, you have to pick someone."

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