【Rebirth】Mermaid brothers love doomed

Yan Chang'an remained silent, his eyes were empty as if he had lost his soul. He wanted to bypass Lin Wanjiang, but was blocked.

Lin Wanjiang was patient and warned again: "Get out!"

The senior brother clenched his teeth and tried his best to hold back his anger. He didn't want to make a move at this moment, for fear of disturbing Yu Qingfeng's rest.

Yan Changan raised his eyes in a daze, and asked in a low voice, "Why?"

He just wanted to see Yu Qingfeng, the only thought he had after waking up.

In the demon world, he saw this person fall into the sea of ​​flames with his own eyes. If he hadn't known that Yu Qingfeng was not dead after waking up, he would have chased him to Huangquan by now.

Duan Juechen got up suddenly, protected his senior brother behind him, and looked at Yan Chang'an coldly.

Looking at his appearance at this moment, one can tell that this person has fallen off a cliff and has practiced for a long time.

Lin Wanjiang is not an opponent, even if Yan Chang'an is sealed with demon blood, he is still hard to beat.

He said coldly: "Go back, Master is still awake."

Yan Chang'an didn't seem to understand the words, he bypassed the two of them again, and was going to go in to have a look.

Lin Wanjiang was furious, and Chang Sheng unsheathed impressively, standing in front of the door and facing each other with his sword.

He raised his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't leave, I will kill you!"

He didn't want Yu Qingfeng to be disturbed, and he didn't want his master to have anything to do with this person again.

Yu Qingfeng must have suffered a lot when she was trapped in the Demon Realm, and all of this was thanks to Yan Chang'an.

Yan Changan lowered his eyes in a daze, staring at the sword aimed at his heart, and said in a hoarse voice: "Why do you want to stop? He is my wife."

He is going to find a wife.

Yu Qingfeng said that once a knot is tied, life and death will never give up.

The two of them have worshiped three times, and the world will never regret it.

Now that he is blocked, he feels uneasy, if this marriage is annulled, it will be his life.

Hearing this, Lin Wanjiang clenched her long-lived joints and turned white, and said in a low voice, "She is not your wife, she is your uncle, and it is not worth marrying by force!"

Yan Changan's eyes trembled, his chest heaved violently, and he roared suddenly: "Why don't you count? Why don't you count? He's mine!!!"

He couldn't hear these words, he was very afraid, afraid that once these words came out, his mood would become manic.

Now it is impossible to use force, this marriage is like a life-saving straw, and it is the only thing he can grasp.

Seeing that people were too excited, Duan Juechen stepped forward again, quietly running the spiritual flow to prepare for a battle at any time.

Lin Wanjiang suddenly sneered: "If you want to see Master, then accept my three swords."

He knew that Yan Chang'an was stubborn, but he felt unwilling to see Yu Qingfeng so easily.

The master was given birth control medicine, which was blasphemy and humiliation, and the pain was added to his body, and Yan Chang'an deserved to suffer through his heart.

Hearing this, Yan Chang'an suddenly opened his arms and closed his eyes.

Lin Wanjiang's eyes froze, and the first sword pierced Yan Chang'an's lower abdomen.

The man's whole body trembled, and the blood flowed profusely in an instant, but he still closed his eyes and endured the pain.

Lin Wanjiang took out the sword without regret, and suddenly pulled out the longevity, the still warm blood rolled to the ground, dyeing the blade crimson.

The second sword senior brother withdrew his strength, only pierced the shoulder blade, but did not penetrate.

Yan Chang'an was willing to suffer, but only hoped that Lin Wanjiang would hurry up, he had already lost his patience.

The last sword brother pointed to his heart, he knew that if he could live forever, he would not be able to circumvent the spiritual flow, even if he pierced through the heart, he would die.

Duan Juechen watched coldly, only feeling that Lin Wanjiang had a kind heart, and that the Three Swords were not worth mentioning when he abused Yu Qingfeng so badly.

Suddenly heard a whisper: "If I receive another sword, can I take a look at him?"

The voice is low, mixed with crying.

Lin Wanjiang remained silent, his thin lips trembled slightly, his heart softened.

Yan Chang'an grew up with him, and the two are like brothers and sisters, but Yu Qingfeng is a teacher and a father, and the senior brother is in a dilemma.

After hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth and threw a sword, thinking that Yan Changan deserved it.

Unexpectedly, just after piercing half an inch, the door was pushed open, and the slender fingertips instantly lifted the blade.

Yu Qingfeng protected him behind him, and said hoarsely: "Jiang'er, don't hurt him!"

Yan Chang'an suddenly opened his eyes, and he saw a white robe standing in front of him.

The slender back was extremely fragile, he wanted to reach out to touch it, his fingertips trembled, but he put it down numbly.

Yu Qingfeng coughed a few times, barely standing still.

Her cheeks were pale and bloodless, her hair was scattered across her forehead, and her eyes were haggard and pitiful.

In the past, the robes were all loose, with half-open fronts hanging obliquely on the shoulder blades, so thin that they couldn't bear the weight of the brocade.

Lin Wanjiang was just about to step forward to help, but Yu Qingfeng shook his head, smiled gently and said softly: "Go back first, I have something to say to Chang'an as a teacher."

Lin Wanjiang's eyes were red, so he had to obey: "Okay, Jiang'er is on guard outside, Master can call me if there is anything."

Yubi turned around reluctantly, and took Duan Juechen to stand guard at the courtyard gate.

When Yan Changan heard the sound, his empty eyes followed the man's figure all the time, and he refused to move away.

Blood was still oozing between the shoulder blades and abdomen, and the blood was mottled on the white coat, dripping all over the floor along the sleeves.

Yu Qingfeng smiled with tears in his eyes, and lightly tapped his fingertips to stop the blood flow for Yan Changan.

Before anyone could speak, he held his cold palm and led him into the room.

As soon as the door was closed, someone hugged her waist suddenly, and her lips touched the eagerness of a soft kiss.

Yu Qingfeng's heart was beating rapidly, and just about to push him away, Yan Chang'an suddenly threw him onto the bed.

The man pressed up and tore his robe frantically, the cloth beside his ears was torn, and the white brocade fell all over the floor.

The blood in the nose was thick, Yu Qingfeng was afraid that he would tear the wound, so he hurriedly comforted him: "Chang'an, calm down, I am here."

These three words were like a meditation mantra, Yan Chang'an really stopped, looked at him with downcast eyes, and bloodshot pupils spread.

He wanted to ask about the marriage, but he opened his mouth and swallowed everything.

He didn't dare, fearing that the answer would make him despair.

Yu Qingfeng didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly reached out to hug him in his arms, and comforted him: "I'm still alive, I'm still alive."

I don't know who to tell it to, but my heart is always happy.

Sobs choked up in his ears, Yu Qingfeng raised his eyes in doubt, he saw Yan Changan's eyes were red but he couldn't shed tears.

With a sudden smile, he said again: "Our Chang'an has grown up, we don't cry anymore."

Yan Chang'an's nose was sour, and his heart ached unbearably, but he couldn't cry because his tear sockets were dry.

After hesitating for a while, he asked in a hoarse voice: "Marriage... can... be counted?"

As soon as the words came out, he regretted endlessly, so he had to close his eyes and lean on Yu Qingfeng's shoulder, trembling all over his body.

Yu Qingfeng's heart trembled, and he opened his mouth in a trance: "If you count, how can you not count? You can't regret it three times."

Now even if Yan Changan repented, he would not agree.

Hearing the sound, the man raised his eyes, and just looked at him like this for a long while, with the corners of his lips curled up into a bitter smile.

He shook his head and choked up: "Don't show mercy...don't..."

My heart is extremely contradictory, I want people, but I also want my heart.

Ruoyu Qingfeng is only out of pity, and he doesn't know what to do.

He doesn't want to let go, but he can't take possession, love is difficult to understand, and sincerity can't be equal.

Seeing him like this, Yu Qingfeng woke up in a daze, her heart beating wildly like a burst.

He seemed to understand, and seemed to remember something.

When the two first entered the enchantment, the boy never finished speaking.

At that time, because he couldn't accept those words from the heart, all he got were slaps and cold words.

Just as he was about to ask further questions, he suddenly heard that the door was kicked open, and a bone whip was wrapped around the man's neck.

Beiming heard the coldness in his eyes, and swung Yan Changan around him.

With a loud bang, the table in the room collapsed, and Yan Changan fell into the mess, spitting blood.

The whip sounded again, and the skin of the man who was beaten with a few crisp bangs was ripped apart, and blood was dripping all over his body.

Beiming heard it coldly and said: "You little bastard, you are so wicked, today I will discipline you for the head of the sect!"

Yu Qingfeng regained consciousness in a trance, staggered off the bed, hurriedly protected Yan Changan, and begged for mercy: "Master...brother, Qingfeng...is fine!"

"Don't... don't fight again! Chang'an, I can't stand it!"

He couldn't speak clearly because of his anxiety, his red eyes almost shed tears, his slender joints clenched the bone whip tightly, and blood oozes from the palm of his hand.

Lin Wanjiang was about to step forward, but was stopped by Duan Juechen, who looked at him and shook his head.

They couldn't intervene in this matter, but Bei Mingwen could.

"Let's guard first."

In a word, Duan Juechen closed the door and continued to appease Lin Wanjiang.

Bei Mingwen gritted his teeth, had no choice but to withdraw the bone whip, looked at Yan Chang'an and said coldly: "You treat him like this, have you ever thought how much pain he has?"

Yan Chang'an raised his eyes slowly, and said in a low voice: "It's Chang'an who is wrong, and Elder Beiming taught him the lesson."

Yu Qingfeng sighed, but heard him say again: "But Master Yuxian has married me, he is mine!"

Yan Chang'an's eyes were blood red, and the suppressed demonic blood showed signs of tumbling.

He no longer cares about Yu Qingfeng's sincerity, but he has decided on this person, and no one can take it away.

Bei Mingwen sneered, and said again: "Then you can please him?"

Yu Qingfeng's heart trembled, and he looked at Yan Chang'an with a little anxiety, clenching his fists tightly because of nervousness.

Yan Chang'an was at a loss for words for a moment, he wanted to express his feelings but dared not.

Bei Mingwen stepped forward suddenly, slapped him across the face, and cursed, "You son of a bitch!"

Before Yu Qingfeng could stop him, the man slapped him again, and Yan Changan, who slapped him so hard, was dizzy.

There was another scolding voice in my ear: "You bastard, you are not worthy to be his sweetheart, get out as soon as possible!"

Yan Changan's pupils trembled, and he suddenly looked at Yu Qingfeng, his chest heaving violently.

Yu Qingfeng wept in a trance, and said as if accepting his fate: "Chang'an, I have been pleased with you for a long time..."

As soon as the words fell, she drooped her eyes and said nothing, tears kept rolling down, moistening the corners of her clothes.

He waited for the answer, but was hugged hard, and his voice choked up: "Brother Yu...Chang'an is happy with you..."

So long that I can't remember the year and month.

Beiming heard the corners of his lips slightly raised, and before the two of them hugged enough, he lifted Yan Changan and said: "You gave him the medicine, and you are not allowed to touch him in the future!"

Yu Qingfeng was afraid that he would be beaten, so he hurriedly said: "It's nothing, Chang'an knows it well, he won't..."

Before he finished speaking, Bei Mingwen glared at him, Yu Qingfeng's Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed all the unfinished words.

Yan Changan was at a loss, so he nodded vigorously, his heart in ecstasy.

The stagnation is gone, he finally knows the beauty of two loves, and he has nothing to ask for for the rest of his life.

Seeing that he was obedient, Beiming let him go and walked out of the room with a smile.

Yan Chang'an hurriedly turned around, threw himself into Yu Qingfeng's arms, and kept saying, "Brother Yu...Chang'an is pleased with you..."

Over and over again, tirelessly.

Suddenly I heard a whisper: "Chang'an, if you want an heir, come..."