This host can deal with it, let her be a villain, she really does

Chapter 109: Passionate but always ruthless, I feel like I can’t laugh (27)

Rong Hua was sending spiritual power to Yin Jing. Even though there was not much spiritual power left in his body, he still tried his best to deliver it.

This bit of spiritual power was of no use to Yin Jing, but he was so persistent. Even if it could only make her feel better or not cause her so much pain, then it would not be in vain.

But he himself was clearly at the end of his strength.

Yin Jing held Rong Hua's hand that transmitted spiritual power to her. She shook her head with difficulty and said with difficulty, "It's useless. Don't... ahem... waste your efforts."

She coughed as she spoke, and a large amount of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, as if it was endless. She bent her eyes, "I'm sorry... I lied to you... I have actually always been a demon...

But I, I really want to stay by your side..."

The more words are spoken, the more blood is shed,

Rong Hua's eyes were very calm, like a puppet without emotions and desires, strange and void, "I don't care."

The smile on Yin Jing's face grew bigger and bigger, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes. "Does that mean you still have me in your heart?"

Rong Hua stopped talking. He was like a statue, with an oppressive coldness between his brows. He just persistently wanted to block the bleeding wound, but the blood still slipped from his fingers.

At this time, Yin Jing was particularly stubborn and wanted an answer. She grabbed the man's clothes like a child, "You also like me, right?"

Rong Hua said calmly: "Is this your wish?"

The blood flow was getting faster and faster, and her life was also passing by. Yin Jing's pupils slowly dilated, without focusing, but she still stubbornly held on to the corner of his clothes.

"Answer me..."

"tell me……"

"You like me too..."

She was waiting for an answer, and she also wanted to die with a clear understanding instead of leaving with regrets.

The man seemed to feel pity, but also seemed to be indifferent. His eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes, until the woman's hand holding her feet slowly let go and then slipped away.

She finally left with regret.

Rong Hua's face still showed no sadness, it was cold and numb, as if the remaining emotion had disappeared along with Yin Jing.

The warm blood also turned cold and disgusting. The smell of blood filled the tip of my nose. I couldn't tell whose blood it belonged to. It was disgusting.

"Rong Hua."

The man still lowered his head as if he hadn't heard anything. The blood stains on the side of his face made his handsome and bloodless face as pale as paper. He was exuding a bleak cold wind, as if he had just been fished out of a cold pool and was dead.

angry.

Shen Yue walked over, her white shirt hanging quietly, her jade face like an immortal.

Compared with the miserable appearance of these two people, her features were as lonely as the stars and moon in the sky, and her thin gown was as clear as snow.

She was blindfolded with a white cloth, showing no trace of emotion on her face. Her face was like the snow on the top of a mountain, and her voice was as light as jade beads hitting a disk. She called out again.

"Rong Hua."

Still no response.

The bright red blood stained the tail of her snow-white clothes, "Do you know what you are doing?"

Only then did Rong Hua move. He slowly raised his head and looked at the white-clothed pioneer in front of him with neither sadness nor joy, "...Master."

His voice was hoarse and dry, "Can you save her?"

Shen Yue stopped talking. Although she couldn't see it, she could feel Rong Hua's silent sadness.

Rong Hua held the already cold body in his arms. As if he had seen a savior and grasped the last straw, he gently put down Yin Jing and climbed to Shen Yue's feet.

His strong and tall body shrank into a ball at this moment, his head was lowered, and his hands covered with blood and dust grabbed the corner of Shen Yue's clothes.

He humbly knelt at Shen Yue's feet and prayed.

"Master, please save her, she really didn't hurt anyone, she didn't even dare to hurt a bird..."

Shen Yue was slightly startled, cold and arrogant, her eyes were slightly narrowed like ink paintings, she pursed her lips and said coldly: "She is from the demon clan."

The fingers holding the corners of the white clothes slowly tightened, and the veins on the back of his hands popped out. His whole body was trembling, and his head was fixedly staring, so that no one could see his expression.

He said word for word: "Demons, do they deserve to die?"

Shen Yue was calm and calm, as if the person kneeling at her feet was not her disciple. Her eyes were quiet and clear, calm and cold-blooded: "You really deserve to die."

It was as if the impression had reached the extreme point of collapse, and his knuckles turned blue. Then he slowly raised his head, and his eyes like poisonous snakes quietly looked at the white-clothed and blindfolded immortal in front of him.

The darkness and coldness in his eyes were frightening, the dark pupils shone with a faint cold light, and the strong resentment was like the haze twisted by the storm in the abyss, crazy and twisted.

"You can obviously be saved..."

"You obviously can..."

"She did nothing wrong...Master, how could you...how could you just watch her die..."

"It's obviously you people who deserve to die..."

"It's you!"

The man's eyes were like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, his eyes were scarlet. He struggled to stand up and wanted to say something. A cold and soft touch touched his forehead. The next second, he felt dizzy and fainted. past.

Shen Yue supported the man's tall body. The disciples lowered their heads and did not dare to say anything. Kong Rong was also dead, and there was a faint smell of blood all around.

Her eyes fell on Jiang Ling, who had been standing stiffly, his attitude even more indifferent than before, "Go to Siguoya. Without orders, you will never come out."

Jiang Ling's body trembled, and he raised his head in panic and anxiety, looking at Shen Yue with uneasiness.

He opened his mouth and said, "Master..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Yue's figure had disappeared, and Yin Jing's body also disappeared.

Jiang Ling blinked in a daze. He also had injuries on his arms. He didn't want to hurt Rong Hua at first, because he knew that the master loved this good-for-nothing, so he tried his best to restrain himself and dodge around. The sword on his arm was Rong Hua stabbed.

Jiang Ling didn't understand what he had done wrong and why he wanted to go to Siguo Cliff. He had never been to Si Guo Cliff because there were some disciples who had made big mistakes.

He killed the monster, so what's wrong with him?

Then why is Master so indifferent to him?

Is it because he hurt that loser?

But it was obvious that he was also injured.

Master is so partial...

I didn't feel much at first, but now the injury on my arm seemed to be getting deeper and deeper. The stinging pain spread all over my body, and even my heart throbbed with pain.

A chill flashed across his face.

Jiang Ling raised his hand in confusion and touched it, feeling a burst of moisture.

When he came to his senses, it turned out that he... was crying.

Ever since he was young, Jiang Ling has been very mature and steady, and has never shed a tear.

(End of chapter)