Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 1074 Powerful skills and inner strength!
"Just run away after you get into trouble, are you a bandit who robbed you?"

Ye Lin folded his arms, glanced around, slightly unkind.

The floor was cut into several criss-cross sword marks by the sword energy. It was in a mess and basically had to be re-paved. The low table for drinking and the equipment for exercising were all split into two.

Feng Ying really wanted to put her hips on her hips and forcefully refute back, but she was also in the previous extraordinary state, vaguely aware that she should have slashed with a sword, otherwise the whole room would not be shattered.

And thinking about it now, Yun Mi was still there at that time, and with her humble strength, it was absolutely impossible to block her own sword.

She almost got into trouble, and even killed someone to testify to the crime, so she couldn't muster a strong momentum no matter what.

"Yun... Where is Yun Mi?"

"I was frightened and fell asleep."

"That's good, that's good~"

After patting the clothes with limited ups and downs, Feng Ying was really taken aback. If something happened to Yun Mi because of her breakthrough, she might fall into regret that she could not forgive herself.

"I seem to have broken through an extraordinary realm, like a flying fairy in the sky, with a bright moon in my heart, open-minded and cheerful!"

Feng Ying seemed to want to share her joy, and at the same time she smacked her lips lightly in a daze, slowly reminiscing about that mysterious move, and then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw three thousand black hairs scattered on the ground.

"It looks like my hair!"

Her hair was like a piece of unfurled silk, which could have fallen down to her calves, but now it was broken in half, only reaching her waist.

"It's over, it's over, the broken part is so long, it may take a year to grow back."

Hiate is used to neat short hair, but Feng Ying has a soft spot for long hair, so at this moment, she naturally has a painful face and miserable eyes.

However, Yelin folded his arms and still didn't speak, as if he was watching her perform.

creak~

A tooth-piercing tiny voice came from behind. She had keen spiritual sense, and she didn't have time to feel sorry for her long hair, so she quickly jumped away from the window.

Kuang~huala...

One of the windows in the activity room, including the window frame, had already been cut in half by Feng Ying's sword earlier. At this moment, it couldn't withstand the howling wind outside, and fell to the ground and shattered.

The wind and rain in the courtyard also hit in an instant, scattering mess all over the ground.

Ye Lin was still angry, and used magic to block the gap first, and the two could only go back to the living room. The chandelier was still on, and there seemed to be no trace of anyone coming down and passing by.

"I didn't expect that, the wine brought by Yun Mi has a bit of stamina."

Feng Ying found that she couldn't divert Ye Lin's attention by using realm breakthrough and hair loss, so she was trying to use other excuses to justify herself.

"Hmm, so what kind of wine were you drunk on the night of my wedding banquet? It's useless to lie."

"Yun... Yun Mi's wine."

At the wedding banquet that night, although expensive drinks were used, there were also some people with unique tastes who would bring some drinks with them.

For example, Buwanga wanted to fill Xilan with kumiss, but the latter firmly objected to shaking his head.

At that time, Yun Mi came riding the steed "San Shun", and accidentally heard Feng Ying complain about the bad taste of the wine, and it happened that Feng Ying wanted to take her as an apprentice, so she took the wine she brought as a respectful tribute.

"So, since you were drunk once, why don't you have a long memory."

Feng Ying was obviously not fully awake from the drunkenness, Jingmei's cheeks were still blush, she was originally sitting on the sofa seriously, but slowly, her body tilted to one side.

As for answering his question, don't even think about it.

Seeing her unconscious posture like a drunken sword fairy, Ye Lin became more funny and angry while admiring her quiet and beautiful face like a moon.

If I didn't have the cheek to join in the fun tonight...

Feng Ying customized the white chivalrous female sword suit for herself, which is light, convenient and comfortable, and outlines a beautiful figure.

Drunk and drowsy, Ye Lin just hugged her for a while, then leaned her body forward to lie on his knees, and then raised her hand high, a resounding punishment.

Crack~!

Because of the two layers of robes, the slaps were not too clear and loud, but it still made the drunken Feng Ying wake up most of her head in an instant, and also startled Ximan who was hiding in the kitchen.

"Why did you hit me!"

"Will you still drink too much in the future? Do you think you are the proprietress Socia, she has been drinking in the battlefield, but she can drink a thousand glasses without getting drunk."

pop~
"It's really a rare opportunity to break through the realm of the sword fairy... I'm sorry I was wrong, and I will personally apologize to Yun Mi tomorrow."

Even though Fat Rou was beaten and humiliated, Feng Ying could only bow her head and admit her mistake in shame. Qingyun Chuyue's Sword Immortal had a moving aura and was untouched by human fireworks, but at this moment she was clenching her two rows of white teeth tightly, her eyes showing unwillingness and passion Strong shame and anger.

She has a slender figure and long legs, but she doesn't look thin, but has a well-proportioned beauty, especially her graceful waist, twisted like a seductive snake in the water after being beaten.

Although she doesn't look like a son, she is charming and round and upright. The chivalrous woman's Taoist uniform is slanted to one side, and one palm after another is continuous, just like the heavy rain that has not stopped outside the window, pa-ta-pa-ta.

A few minutes later, he seemed to be still unsatisfied, but Feng Ying's face was dripping with blood, hot and hot.

"As long as you know you're wrong, I'll help you heal your wounds now." He was as brazen as if he had only heard Feng Ying's apology now, and he had indeed used a bit of force when he struck earlier.

Feng Ying moaned and chirped, raised her hand tremblingly in shame and anger, and summoned the sword, intending to stab this shameless bastard to death with one sword.

Suddenly, she felt that the fat was cold, and she shook her head desperately and couldn't call the sword. The black hair on her head was scattered like a blooming water weed.

It was inevitable that she would turn hot and red after being beaten, but now it seemed that a clear spring passed by, cooling and nourishing her, which made it difficult for her to hold back her shame, and her mood was in turmoil.

Of course, his treatment method is not to apply medicine, because Wuxuan is the best healing ability, after the gentle palm of his hand, the pain disappears immediately.

After a while, the fat meat became as white as jade again, without any blemishes. It was more delicate and beautiful than the broken pure white cotton hairband that fell on the floor.

Attempting to summon the sword, Feng Ying was suddenly startled and bowed her waist, like a leaf falling from a pool of still water, causing uneasy ripples.

"My stomach seems to be cramped." She said as calmly as possible, while secretly clenching her fists.

Ye Lin silently looked at his fingertips, a trace of crystal cherry blossom dew, shining with a magical and blurred luster under the light, touched something from the beautiful cherry blossoms.

"Everything has its place, and the sword is its own scabbard!"

He picked up the hair tie from the ground, and performed a sacred hair-tying ceremony on Feng Ying, who had just sat up, with loose gray hair, and folded a beautiful bow.

"Shameless!" Feng Ying commented contemptuously, and took the opportunity to punch him in the stomach to vent her anger, making Ye Lin bow like a shrimp and kneel down.

A moment later, he took advantage of the situation and pulled Feng Ying over, turning into a diligent bee, quickly facing the pink cherry blossom water bottle, thirsty for every drop of cherry blossom dew.

Repaying grievances with virtue means appeasing anger with kindness, which is the kindness of dripping water.

Feng Ying is completely sitting back and enjoying her success, a clear heart of a sword fairy was almost collapsed by his glib eloquence, but fortunately she is determined and unyielding like a sword, and will never break the embankment at will.

Hiding in the kitchen, he didn't dare to close the door now because he didn't close the door. Ximan, who was watching secretly, trembled, covered his mouth and stared wide-eyed, it's still okay!
This sofa is a three-seater style. It is usually used to lie down, stretch your legs, and roll around. But now there are only two people in the narrow middle of the sofa, which seem to overlap.

Due to the brand-new journey and obstacles, it was far from smooth as the curator's arrival, and it was a perfect fit, so it was particularly difficult for the sword fairy to sit down.

Her nails were trimmed very clean, but they were still on Yelin's shoulders, leaving a row of bloodstains with force, her delicate toes like pearls were almost stretched into a straight line with her ankles.

Even as the Nine Heavens Sword Immortal, there were also tears splashed.

"Hi~"

Ye Lin couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, secretly feeling horrified in his heart, is this the ability "inner strength" created by Feng Ying, it really has a very strong compression force.

Just like a water bottle whose opening is blocked by a cork, all the air is drained to form a vacuum inside, and the strong adsorption force makes the water bottle inwardly twisted, resulting in thousands of folds and wrinkles.

If there is any substance inside, it will also be ruthlessly compressed, and finally there will be no gaps close to the vacuum.

The "inner strength" derived from the mental method of Liangyi Gong cannot be underestimated. In one round, he almost lost directly.

Like a blade in a strong wind, sometimes it is rolled up high, and sometimes it is shaken down.

The three thousand black hair swayed behind his head, and Ximan, who was peeping secretly, couldn't tell whether Feng Ying's tied hair was thinner, or her slender waist was more slender.

She waited stiffly until the middle of the night before the two were separated into two again.

Holding the plain white robe, Feng Ying was slowly helped away, and the living room returned to darkness.

After another ten minutes, Seaman gently opened the door and sneaked back into the room.

(End of this chapter)