I Just Want To Farm

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If a swordsman draws his sword, he will always see blood. Fang Yourong is a peerless beauty, even if he draws his sword, he still looks good. ． ． ． The sword pointed straight across the table.

But it's just a short distance away from a beautiful claw retracted.

It didn't touch the paw, and let the paw grab a big soft white bun.

The tip of the sword pointed across the table, and also pointed at Qin Yu.

Qin Yu, who had already got the steamed stuffed bun, smiled, and the corners of his eyes seemed to still be red with tears that had been desolate and weak before. This kind of smile carried a hint of cunning and charming.

"Is senior sister not even willing to give me a bun?"

"Then I can only grab it."

Accused of abuse?

Fang Yourong was neither angry nor angry, just put the sword on the table calmly, and asked her: "Is it fun?"

Qin Yu: "I'm just hungry."

Fang Yourong smiled, and tapped the edge of the white porcelain bowl containing steamed buns with her slender fingers, and made a slight sound with her neatly manicured nails.

"anything else?"

Qin Yu: "You won't chop me up?"

Fang Yourong: "You've grown up, you're so good, you're not an opponent."

It was true, but there was no other emotion.

Fang Yourong's emotions have always been restrained, but she has returned to her dignified and elegant side. Qin Yu took a deep look at her and took a bite of the steamed bun, "No matter what, I'm still your little sister—at least, I I think so, unless..."

While she was chewing, she glanced casually, then suddenly paused, looking at the two children standing in front of Zhan Lan and being taken care of by her, a boy and a girl, both were fat, cute and exquisite.

A new generation of true disciples.

But there is always something in looking at the eyebrows. ． ． ．

Then she looked at Fifth Daoling: "Brother, they look a bit like you..."

you? No, she was talking about you?

That gaze also glanced at Fang Yourong.

Second child?

Fifth Dao Ling was taken aback for a moment, then raised his eyebrows, pressed the handle of the knife and asked in a deep voice, "What?"

"It's nothing..." Qin Yu walked out of the inn, walking unhurriedly, "Maybe it's because I feel a little inferior in my heart, afraid of being forgotten or replaced, so I'm a little sensitive."

When she reached the threshold, she turned her face, and half of her face was illuminated by the sunlight coming in from outside.

"I have said before that I have always been worthy of the love of the world."

She raised her chin slightly, but she didn't smile, she just looked at it from a distance, like a rare treasure in the world.

It's just a look.

The brilliance of the whole room is not as beautiful as her glance.

Don't need to say any more, you just know what's going on.

Everyone naturally knew what Wuque's disciples were, except for Ying Ruoruo, the rest of them had never seen Qin Yu's real appearance. They had watched her fight a lot before and were distracted. With the sword out of its sheath, he was dazed, but soon frightened.

Because the person outside the threshold beside Qin Yu who was seriously injured by his arm suddenly pulled out the flute sword on his arm, and stabbed obliquely when Qin Yu turned sideways to speak into the room!

This sword is tricky and vicious.

The slender blade pierced Qin Yu's chest and pointed straight at his heart.

It's near, it's going to be done!

Qin Yu turned his face away, but didn't turn sideways. He just raised his hand and pressed his palm slightly.

The sword pierced the skin of the palm.

Then. ． ． No more.

The Poison Master who fought back from the Jedi was terrified beyond measure.

Because the sword he stabbed desperately couldn't even break through Qin Yu's palm.

Far from being able to break through the defense, from the angle of the poison master, the sharp point of the sword can't even leave a mark on the snow-white skin of the palm.

Then the tip of the sword was pinched.

Poison Master raised his head and met Qin Yu's calm face.

Different from her gentle and intimate chatting and laughing with Wuque people, the expression on this face at this time is really heart-palpiating.

There was no trace of humanity in those eyes, only bottomless.

The poison master panicked in his heart, and immediately exclaimed: "I am the Demon Sect..."

Qin Yu: "I know, why are you panicking..."

She took two steps with her fingers, crossed the threshold, stood on the steps and turned her head to look at the Mozong and others who had settled down on the eaves of the street three or four hundred meters away on the left.

"It's over."

Qin Yu said, his eyes fell on the Demon Lord, "I don't know how the Lord Demon Lord feels?"

The demon king is tall and mighty, wearing a black-and-red robe that is extremely dignified and domineering, he looks arrogant and evil.

And he answered.

"Not so much."

I rely on! This answer made the righteous person angry, and before he could turn back, he saw the witch Qingqiu slowly pulling out the sword from the poison master's hand, "I asked the devil how he felt about this person repeatedly offending me. "

Demon Lord: "No."

Qin Yu: "It really shouldn't be. I'm also a member of the Demon Sect. I know it. I think this person is too scheming. I don't know. I think this person is a demon king who deliberately tempted me." Mine, with such a design, it is clearly intended to drive a wedge between you and my monarch and ministers, it is really heartbreaking!"

The people on the ninth floor of Mozong had different expressions, which were quite strange.

The poison master was horrified when he saw the subtle and lonely expression of the demon king, and was about to say something when Qin Yu waved his hand lightly.

Backhand slap.

puff!

The poison master's head was smashed directly from the neck, and the bones and flesh turned into powdered blood mist.

Righteous people: "!!!"

People from the Demon Sect: "..."

This is so fierce, too rigid!

The street was dead silent, and Wuque's disciples in the inn were also extremely quiet.

this. ． ． Is that what Senior Sister Qingqiu really looks like?

Fierce and charming, but calm.

"Knowing that it shouldn't be done but still doing it, this kind of person deserves to die."

"I dealt with this person for Lord Demon Lord, is Demon Lord happy?"

Mo Jun narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "You have always been bold and cautious."

Qin Yu smiled slightly, raised his sword and lowered his head and slowly walked down the stairs, "Is that all? I thought the Demon Lord knew this all along, and I treat you..."

This is a long story, could it be friendship?

She walked to the street and looked up at the Demon Lord. The two of them were dressed in mysterious clothes, one was tall and domineering, the other was tall and handsome. Sneaky, vicious and tricky, but no one can deny that they are outstanding, and this excellence should be matched.

At least, even if the rumors about Qin Yu's scandal with the Demon King were spread by the members of the Demon Sect on the ninth floor, they never put her on a par with those low-ranking witches.

She is a very outstanding and powerful person, she should be the core of everyone wherever she goes, and turn all beings upside down.

And what she said just now, could it be a statement of affection to the devil?

But the Demon King knew it was absolutely not, because he saw the contempt floating in her eyes like water.

"To you, shouldn't I be a talent you have finally recruited?"

"On value..."

Qin Yu pointed at the dead poison master on the ground, his words were cold and light.

"How can such a waste compare with me."