I Just Want To Farm

  Chapter 2037 Love?

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  If a swordsman draws a sword, he always has to see blood. Fang Yourong is a peerless beauty. Even if he draws a sword, he is beautiful. . . . Jian Feng pointed straight across the table.

  But the beautiful paw that was retracted is very close.

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

  The point of the sword pointed to the opposite side of the table and also pointed to Qin Yu.

  Qin Yu, who had already gotten the steamed bun, smiled, and the corners of his eyes seemed to have tears red from the past, this kind of smile was a bit sly and charming.

   "Sister, don’t even give me a bun?"

   "Then I can only grab it."

   Blaming abuse?

  Fang Yourong was not annoyed or angry, just put the sword calmly on the table, and asked her: "Fun?"

  Qin Yu: "I'm just hungry."

  Fang Yourong smiled, his slender fingers touched the edge of the porcelain white bowl containing the steamed buns, and his trimmed nails made a slight noise.

"anything else?"

  Qin Yu: "Don't kill me?"

  Fang Yourong: "You have grown up, so good, you are not an opponent."

  This is true, but there are no other emotions.

Fang Yourong’s emotions have always been very restrained, and she has returned to her elegant side. Qin Yu took a deep look at her and took a bite of the steamed bun. I think so, unless..."

  As she chewed, she swept her gaze randomly, and suddenly paused, looking at the two children who stood in front of Zhanlan and were taken care of by her, a boy and a girl, both of them were white, fat, cute and exquisite.

  A new generation of true disciples.

  But there is always something to look at. . . .

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

you? No, she's talking about you?

  The expression in his eyes also glanced at Fang Yourong.

  Second child?

  The fifth knife Ling was taken aback at first, then raised her eyebrows, pressed the handle of the knife and asked in a deep voice, "What?"

   "It's nothing..." Qin Yu paced out of the inn, walking slowly, "Maybe I feel a little inferior in my heart. I'm afraid of being forgotten and being replaced, so I'm more sensitive."

  When she reached the threshold, she turned her face, half of her face was shining in the sunlight outside.

   "I have said before that I am always worthy of being loved by the world."

  She lifted her chin slightly, and did not smile, but she looked into the distance, like a precious treasure.

   is just a look.

  The brilliance of the room is less than the beauty of her glance.

  Don’t have to say more, you just have to know it.

Everyone knows naturally, disciples without faults. Except for Ying Ruoruo, the others have actually never seen Qin Yu's real appearance. Before that, they watched her fight and became a little distracted. Now I see her revealing Qiu Hongshui. The appearance of the sword being unsheathed was daunting, but it was quickly panicked.

  Because the person who was severely injured by the arm inserted outside the threshold beside Qin Yu suddenly pulled out the flute sword on his arm, and stabbed it obliquely when Qin Yu was speaking into the house on his side!

  This sword is tricky and vicious.

  The slender blade pierced the Qin Yu's breast ribs and pointed directly at the heart.

   is near, it will be done!

  Qin Yu turned his face, but didn't turn sideways, just raised his hand, his palm touched slightly.

  The sword pierced the skin of the palm.

Then. . . There is no more.

  The Poison Master who fought back in the Jedi was terrified.

  Because the sword he stabbed desperately could not break even Qin Yu's palm.

  More than being able to break the defense, from the perspective of the Poison Master, only the sharp tip of the sword could not leave even a mark on the snow-white palm skin.

  Then the tip of the sword was pinched.

  The poison master raised his head and faced Qin Yu's calm face.

  Different from her gentle closeness when she talks and laughs with Wuqueren, the look on her face at this time is quite heart-palpitating.

  There is no human feelings in those eyes, only the bottomless.

  The poison master panicked, and immediately exclaimed: "I am the demon..."

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

  She walked two steps with her fingers, stepped out of the threshold, stood on the steps and turned her head to look at Mozong and others on the eaves of the street three to four hundred meters away on the left.

   "It's over."

  Qin Yu said, his eyes fell on the devil, "I wonder how your devil is feeling?"

  The demon Lord is tall and mighty, wearing a black robe that is red all over, extraordinarily noble and tyrannical, and he looks arrogant and wicked.

  And he answered.

   "It's nothing but you."

  Fuck me! This answer made the righteous Taoist angry. Before returning, she saw the witch Qingqiu slowly pulling out the sword in the poison master's hand, "I asked the demon lord how he feels about this person's repeated offenses to me. "

  Majun: "No."

Qin Yu: "I really shouldn't. I'm both a member of the Demon Sect. I want to kill me again and again. I know, I think this person is too small, and I can't tolerate people. If I don't know, I think this person is a demon Lord to deliberately test. Mine, designed in this way, clearly want to separate you and me, the relationship between the monarch and the ministers, it is really shameful!"

  The people on the ninth floor of the Demon Sect looked different, quite strange.

  The Poison Master saw the devil's delicate and lonely look, and his heart was shocked. He was about to say something, but he heard Qin Yu wave his hand lightly.

  Slap backhand.

  噗!

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

   Righteous person: "!!!"

  The people of the Demon Sect: "..."

  This is so fierce, too rigid!

  The street was silent, and the disciples in the inn were also extremely quiet.

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

   Spicy and charming, but calm.

   "Knowing that he shouldn't, he still did it. This kind of person deserves to die."

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

  The devil squinted his eyes and said lightly: "You have always been bold and careful."

  Qin Yu smiled slightly, raised his sword and lowered his head and slowly walked down the stairs, "Is it just that? I thought the devil had always known it, I'm to you..."

  This is a long saying, is it love?

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

  At least, the people of the Demon Sect on the ninth floor, even if Qin Yu was rumored to have an affair with the Demon Lord, never put her alongside those low-level witches.

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

   And what she said just now, could it be a petition to the devil?

  Mojun knew it was definitely not, because he saw the contempt that floated in her eyes.

   "For you, shouldn't I be the talent that I have finally won?"

  "On value..."

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

  "How can such waste compare to me."

  (End of this chapter)