Only then did the anger spread elsewhere. Fortunately, the senior brother woke up, then she drop it.
âPaââ
Seeing the junior sisterâs face, Song Qingyu threw the teacup in her hand, straight in her face.
âPfftââ
Her nose was injured, she spat out a mouthful of blood, and a few teeth rolled down on the ground.
âYouâ¦â
The junior sister was tearing in pain, but she also know that she was not Song Qingyuâs opponent.
Song Qingyu looked at her coldly, a golden blade condensed in her hand, as it was about to pierce the junior sisterâs heart.
âStopâ¦â
Long Aotian descend from the sky with Nishang in his arms and stood in front of the little sister.
Song Qingyu looked at the intact roof. She didnât know where did they float down from.
Of course, thatâs not the point!
âMy junior sister had done nothing, how can you kill innocent people indiscriminately.â
Long Aotian hugged the junior sister with heartache. When the junior sister saw Long Aotian, her deformed face because of the smashed became more unsightly because of crying.
âNothing? the life of more than hundred people in my princess mansion, is it count as nothing?â
Song Qingyu laughed coldly.
âThatâs because you beat me to death. That was what my junior sister do out of grief.â
Long Aotian took out a medicine pill and gave it to his junior sister.
âHeh⦠If thatâs the case, then kill yourself now! You can also pay for those peopleâs lives.â
Because of grief, you can kill innocent people?
âYou, how can form your own mouth talk nonsense here?â
Long Aotian looked at Song Qingyu with a headache, how could there be a woman that liked to be entangled?
âI killed people, what do you want? Come at me, donât talk nonsense with my senior brother.â
The junior sister looked at Song Qingyu like a poisonous snake, with a few teeth missing from her mouth, and her speech was a bit sloppy.
âOh, alright!â
Song Qingyu nodded, the golden blade in her hand was so bright.
âFor every grievance, someone is responsible, for every debt, there is a debtor.â
âStop it!â
Long Aotian covered in front of his junior sister.
âLong Aotianâs woman is not someone who can be bullied by others.â
âThen are you going to pay for your junior sisterâs life? Those more than hundred lives are not so easy to settle?â
A sarcastic smile rose in the corner of Song Qingyuâs mouth.
âSenior brotherâ¦â
âJunior sisterâ¦â
Both of them had a resolute expression on their faces.
Nishang on the side looked at them enviously, will brother Aotian treat her like this in the future?
âAn eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind! Since it was the affair in the lower realm, why is the little girl still aggressive?â
Suddenly an elderly voice sounded.
Song Qingyu felt a strong coercion suppressed her down.
âBe careful, this is the power of Nascent Soul.â
The black dragon reminded.
ââ¦â
Song Qingyu was speechless, wasnât Nascent Soul a master beyond the mundane world, how could he still have time to drink tea in a busy street?
Really ****** disgusting.
The halo of the male protagonist was this powerful.
As soon as something went wrong, someone will immediately come out to help. Those who help were still powerful people! !
Song Qingyu really couldnât help but want to curse the heaven.
Even though she restrained it, blood still spilled from her lips.
âAre you alright!â
Yuwen Wuji quickly reached out to support her.
âNothing.â
Song Qingyuâs face turned pale.
âLittle girl, be lenient wherever it is possible. It is not good to drag the affair of the lower realm into the true spirit world!â
An old man walked in from the outside, wearing a white Taoist robe. Oneâs outstanding behavior liked that of immortals.