Quick Transmigration: Reforming the Blackened Big BOSS

  Chapter 145 Double Sword Light Cambril (14)

Baitang chuckled lightly: "I'm sorry, I can't at the moment. Yaoyao is too weak. If I let her out, she will definitely die. Tantai Ziheng, you'd better take the sword away from me. I don't like people holding swords very much." Point at me. Besides, didn’t you say that you like Yaoyao? Then wait for a few years, at most ten years, and Yaoyao will come back. It depends on how long you can wait. Don’t look at me as an enemy Well, I am not the one who harmed Yaoyao, I am the one who saved her, but there is still an agreement between me and Yaoyao."

   "What agreement?" Tantai Ziheng asked forcefully.

  Weng Quan persuaded: "Tantai Ziheng, calm down. Miss Bai is not such a person."

  Baitang lightly said: "Why should I tell you?"

  She understood his heart, but she also made it very clear.

  Tantai Ziheng: "Say it! Are you going to say it or not!"

  Baitang's eyes flashed a touch of coldness: "I really don't like someone pointing a sword at me..."

   After the words fell, Baitang directly used internal force to shake Tantai Ziheng away.

   "Don't blame me for retiring the engagement. What Yaoyao asks for is revenge, and your father will not want her."

  Weng Quan came back to his senses, the amount of information just now was too great. Weng Quan stood in front of Baitang and said, "Young Master Tantai, please calm down. The White Lady is not a bad person, she is very good."

  Tan Tai Ziheng pointed at Weng Quan and scolded: "But she took away the body of my favorite person. The person who encountered this is not you, what do you know?"

Weng Quan believed Baitang: "Mr. Tantai, but Miss Bai saved Miss Yaoyao, didn't she? If Miss Bai hadn't entered into Missy Yaoyao's body, Miss Yaoyao would have died in the hands of the Blood Demon Cult. It is impossible to see Miss Yaoyao again. There are two swords in the heart, and there are still many wounds on her body. She is facing a group of vicious people. To be honest, the doctor has never seen such a serious injury. When I took Miss Bai to drive, I could barely feel her heartbeat, as if I was carrying an ice cube. Tell me, if it wasn't for Miss Bai, would Yaoyao survive? Just talking about the sword in the heart .”

  Tan Tai Ziheng pursed his lips, with a cold face, he didn't speak, but looked at Baitang with hostility.

   It's really hard to survive with a sword in your heart.

Baitang smiled flatly: "If you have any backbone, go to the Blood Demon Sect who killed Yaoyao's whole family. If you have some affection and are willing to wait, just wait. Don't hold your sword fingers I, I don't owe you anything."

Tantai Ziheng struggled for a while, retracted his sword, and said coldly: "Who knows if you are a human or a ghost? Who knows if you will use Yaoyao's body to discredit her, and Yaoyao's reputation must not be ruined by you. I I will stare at you, and once you do something that endangers Yaoyao, I will kill you."

  Baitang gave Tantai Ziheng a white look, and didn't care about anything with him.

  Weng Quan looked at Tantai Ziheng rather complicatedly, he was not at all sure of killing the White Woman, Tantai Ziheng's martial arts and internal strength were not as good as him.

   Originally planned to leave immediately, because of the arrival of Tantai Ziheng, a little time wasted.

  Baitang got off the bed, and Tantai Ziheng kept staring at him without taking his eyes off.

   Tantai Ziheng is like a policeman who is just and dignified, punishing **** and eradicating evil, while Baitang is like the heinous sinner.

  Yaoyao apologized: "Miss Bai, Ziheng is also worried about me, that's why."

  Baitang comforted: "Young lady Yaoyao doesn't need to worry about anything, I won't do anything to him, just because I know it, so I don't care about it."

It is precisely because Tantai Ziheng is Yaoyao's lover, the two of them have feelings for each other, and because Yaoyao is still alive, Baitang will tell Tantai Ziheng that she is not his when he finds her. sweetheart.

  (end of this chapter)