When the purple clothes closed their eyes and they were ready to let the phoenix come out, the fingers were pinched by a soft little hand. It seemed that they tried their best to stop him, and did not want the phoenix to come out.

"Master, don't."

Her voice is getting weaker and weaker, her eyes are blinking and praying.

The purple clothes opened their eyes, and the enchanting beauty suddenly flashed a strange luster. It seemed to think of something. He held the small hand of Xiao Xiao softly.

"The little disciple, the teacher will not let you die, and the teacher has already thought of a solution."

Although he can't solve the blood curse, he can't stop Xiao Yan's physical death, but he can evoke her soul. Although Xiao Yu's soul is very weak now, as long as there is still a little hope, he will try to keep her, even if it is worn out. He has been repairing for centuries and he is not hesitating.

The purple clothes have already been thought of, but I did not expect that the body suddenly violently shakes, what wants to rush out, replace him, control this body.

Feng Lingran!

The purple dress looked at Xiao Yu, who was in the air, and felt distressed, and loved pity. The finger quietly and silently condensed a white light, and placed it on top of her head, like a transparent protective layer, to protect her soul.

The purple coat closed his eyes again. He clearly knew that Feng Lingran’s feelings for Xiao Yu, if he did not let him out, I was afraid that the shackles and his losses would hurt.

The purple coat opened his eyes again, and the black scorpion reflected the darkness of the enchanting enchanting, deep in the darkness of the black ink, like a **** dark red.

Xiao Xiao’s dizziness was so fierce, the blind eyes were black, she didn’t see the change of purple clothes, and she didn’t know the man holding her. At this moment, she changed from a master to a phoenix.

Feng Lingran did not say to Xiao Yu in one sentence, Jun face was cold, and her white wrist was turned over.

"Small seven, sword."

Xiaoqi appeared outside the boundary line, holding a snow wolf in his arms, his fingers pressed tightly against his white body, and some worried that it would jump off desperately.

At this time, if it goes down, even he can't save it, and the master will kill it.

Xiaoqi pulled out the soft sword at the waist and handed it to Feng Lingran. The boundary line bounced back a light. Xiaoqi was forced to retreat a few steps. The heart was shocked and the boundary of the master was strong.

Feng Lingran waved his hand and broke a hole in the boundary. He impatiently sucked the soft sword in Xiao Qi’s hand.

Xiao Qi’s palms hurt, but he didn’t care. He hurriedly pressed the snow wolf that almost ran down, lowered his voice and comforted him.

"Guer, don't add chaos to the master. The master said that he can save the younger sister, and the younger sister will not have anything..."

Xiao Qi’s snow wolf in his arms had not finished talking, and he heard the sword sounded across. He looked up.

The soft sword in the hands of Feng Lingran cut through Xiao Yu’s wrist, and the skin turned white and the meridians were visible.

Xiaoqi was shocked, and the snow wolf also saw this scene. It was angry and arrogant. The green faint wolf eyes stared at Feng Lingran, playing all four limbs, but they were hugged by Xiaoqi. It was in a hurry and suddenly bowed. , biting a small seven.

This white-eyed wolf...

Xiaoqi pinched the snow wolf's mouth, and biting it down, the meat on the back of his hand would fall.

The soft sword in the hands of Feng Lingran flashed a cold sword light. Xiaoqi saw the blood of Feng Lingran's wrist and rushed out.

"The master..."

At this moment, Xiaoqi forgot the pain of being bitten by the back of his hand. His baby's face was white.

The master is going to cross the blood to the younger sister?

A jingle.

The sword in the hands of Feng Lingran was thrown on the ground, and the red-stained wrist was pressed against the black wrist of Xiao Yu.

Like a long time nectar, the Qing dynasty of her wrists touched the blood, and began to desperately **** his blood. Suddenly, Xiao Ling’s forehead’s lingering flowers appeared suddenly and suddenly, as if they were signs of life. In the past, the petals of the lingering flowers are clearly visible, as if they were bred by the blood of Feng Lingran, and they are still alive.

Feng Lingran’s line of sight has always fallen in Xiao Yu’s tightly closed feathers. She’s inseparable, and her forehead’s changes in her forehead, I don’t know if Feng Lingran saw it?

"Master, stop working, go on like this, not only can't save Miss Sister, you will still have an accident."

Xiaoqi is in a hurry, the master has put such a long time of blood to the younger sister, the younger sister has no signs of waking up, but the master has continued to give blood regardless of everything. Xiaoqi is worried that Feng Ling will give blood to the konjac.

Feng Ling did not pay attention to Xiao Qi. His gaze was still locked in Xiao Yu’s closed eyelashes. His little things have not yet woken up. He can’t stop.

Purple clothes are very horrified, Feng Lingran is so direct and cruel, it is no wonder that Feng Ling suddenly rushed out like a madman, occupying this body, purple clothes suddenly thought, Feng Lingran once ate Xiao Xiao's blood, more than once, he And her blood has been perfectly integrated, Xiao Yu has a blood curse, Feng Lingran's blood has become Xiao Hao's best life-saving medicine.

However, his little child lacks a lot of blood, and Feng Lingran also needs to wait for the blood he wants to wait for the life of Xiao Yu.

That's right, it's not a life-saving, it's a change of life.

"Master, stop, you will stop."

Xiaoqi hit several times and was bounced back by the boundary of Ziyi. He couldn't break the line and couldn't stop the madness of Feng Lingran. His anxious eyes were red.

At this moment, the snow wolf is also somewhat worried about Feng Lingran, but more is worried about the little fox, it stays in the small seven arms, surprisingly quiet, beautiful wolf eyes fall on the **** Xiaoyan's wrist.

As long as Feng Lingran's wrist is not taken down, it is very calm.

Time has passed and I don’t know how long.

Xiao Yu's tight and long eyelashes, a slight tremor, this subtle movement, captured by Feng Lingran, his dark ochre, suddenly flashed a luster, such as the lip of the knife, slightly pulled a bit.

"Small things, you should wake up." His voice was hoarse, and Xiao Yu, who was in his arms, slowly opened his eyes, his cold, dead heart, recovered, and the dawn was gentle.

Xiao Yu opened his eyes and saw the man holding her. The little mouth moved: "Master, have you saved me?"

Xiao Yu felt something flowing into her meridians. When she looked down, his wrists pressed against her wrists. There was still blood on her back, and her heart was so shocked that her wrist seemed to be burned by his blood. Quickly remove the small hand.

Feng Ling suddenly grabbed her wrist, Xiao Xiao painfully frowned, but heard his hoarse voice mixed with a bit of anger.

"You really hope that the purple clothes saved you? Um?"

Feng Ling did not loosen her wrist, took a porcelain ** from the sleeve, pushed the thumb open, and although the mouth was cool, the hand did not forget the wound of Xiao Yu, he gave Xiao Yan a wrist. After the medicine, a white pan was tightly wrapped around her wound.

Xiao Yu realized this, and it was not the purple clothes but the Feng Lingran...

Xiao Yu saw that Feng Lingran’s wrist had blood flowing out, but he didn’t care. He helped her with the medicine and bandaged it. Xiao Yu’s heart was moved. When he was bandaging, he felt some pain. Xiao Yu also resisted, just watching. To the wrist where he kept bleeding, her nose suddenly became sour and there was an urge to cry.

Because, the blood flow is very slow, Xiao Yu experienced bloodletting and saving people. She knows that it is enough to pull a dead person back from the ghost gate. How much blood is needed? When she saved the Nangong and her mother, she almost ruined this little life.

Feng Lingran's body cold poison has not been completely eliminated, his constitution does not allow him to bleed this way, and he wants to save her, but regardless of his body and life...

Feng Lingran heard the sound of Xiao Yu sucking his nose, looked up and saw her eyes red, almost crying.

Feng Ling was somewhat annoyed, and she saved the little fox from the ghost gate. She was weak and weak. Why should he care about it with a soul? Moreover, the soul of the soul was suppressed by him in the body, and without his permission, the purple clothes could hardly come out.

"Small things, can you feel better?" he asked softly.

Xiaoqi saw that Xiao Yu woke up, and the tight heart finally breathed a sigh of relief. If the young lady is not awake, he will cry...

The snow wolf excitedly yelled at Xiao Yu’s “嗷呜,嗷呜” and was quickly pinched by Xiao Qi.

"Guer, don't call, I don't want Miss Sister just woke up, you are dead."

Xiaoqi is a dark guardian of Feng Lingran. He knows the cold poison of Feng Lingran. Once he is attacked, the six parents do not recognize it. It is a devastating kind. Now, look at Feng Lingran, it seems normal, he lost so much. The blood has long been unable to control the cold poison, but there is Xiao Yu in it, and Feng Ling is still normal.

Xiaoqi knows that once someone breaks the harmonious atmosphere between Feng Lingran and Xiao Yu, it may trigger Feng Lingran's temper and blood.

"I'm fine." Xiao Yu took the medicine from Feng Lingran's hand, grabbed his big palm, saw the scar on his wrist so long, cut the mouth, and even saw the meridians. Beating, her heart is not a taste: "I will help you with the medicine."

Feng Lingran gently "hmm", gently watching a little fox to help him with a good medicine on his wrist, his thin lips raised a smile, very enjoy Xiao Yu's concern.

When Feng Ling was hard to laugh, his eyebrows were bent, and his heart was still thinking about it. This little fox cares about him more than the care of the purple clothes. He doesn't have to worry about it.

......

the other side.

Next to Luo Yuan’s body, the old man with a brown robe stood. The old man’s neat hair was half white. The brown eyes showed shock and pain. He shook his fingers, squatted down, and supported the dead Luo Yuan. The voice of trembling.

"Hey, boy, you wake up, the three uncles are coming, don't scare the uncle, the uncle is coming to take you home."

The old man suddenly put his hand on the back of Luo Yuan, the palm of his hand, the surging spiritual power, passed into his body, but unfortunately useless, Luo Yuan’s body is already dead, the old man’s spiritual power is lost to him, and he will only be Wasted.

The old man can't save Luo Yuan, sorrowful and angry, and shouts: "Who is it? Who killed the child? I will not let you go, I will kill you and avenge my nephew."

Qiulan’s body suddenly had a blue smoke on his head and floated to the old man’s face: “Predecessors, I know who killed Luo Yuangong, I know.”