This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 109 Passionate but always seems ruthless

Rong Hua was sending spiritual power to Yin Jing, even though there was not much spiritual power left in his body, he was still trying his best to send it.

This bit of spiritual power is of no use to Yin Jing, but he is so persistent, even if it can only make her feel better, or make her less painful, then it is not in vain.

But he himself is clearly at the end of his battle.

Yin Jing held Rong Hua's hand that transmitted her spiritual power, and she shook her head with difficulty, saying with difficulty, "It's useless, don't...cough cough...it's a waste of time."

She was coughing while talking, a large stream 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 always been a demon... But I, I really want to stay by your side..."

The more words were spoken, the more blood was shed,
Ronghua's eyes are calm, like a puppet without emotions, weird and empty, "I don't care."

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

Rong Hua stopped talking, he was like a statue, with a depressing coldness between his brows, he was just persistently trying to stop the bleeding wound, but the blood still slipped from his fingers.

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

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

The blood was flowing faster and faster, and her life was also passing by. Yin Jing's pupils were slowly dilated, and she was out of focus, but she still stubbornly tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"Back, answer me..."

"tell me……"

"You like me too..."

She was waiting for an answer, and she also wanted to make herself clearer, instead of leaving with regrets.

The man seemed to pity, but also seemed to be indifferent, his eyelashes covered the emotion in his eyes, until the woman's hand holding her foot slowly let go, and then slipped down.

After all, she left with regret.

There was still no sadness on Ronghua's face, it was cold and numb, as if the only remaining emotion disappeared along with Yin Jing.

The warm blood also became cold and disgusting, the tip of the nose was filled with the smell of blood, and it was hard to tell whose it was, it was disgusting.

"Ronghua."

The man kept his head down as if he hadn't heard it. The blood on the side of his face set off his bloodless handsome face, which was as pale as paper. There was a bleak cold wind all over his body. angry.

Shen Yue walked over, her white shirt was hanging quietly, her jade face was like a fairy.

Compared with these two people in a state of embarrassment, her eyes and features are lonely, like stars and moons high in the sky, and her thin gown is as clear as snow.

Blindfolded with a white cloth, she didn't move at all, her face was like snow on a high peak, her voice was as light as jade beads hitting a plate, she yelled again.

"Ronghua."

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, looked at the white-clothed pioneer in front of him, neither sad nor happy, "...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, he seemed to see a savior, and as if he had grasped the last straw, he gently put down Yin Jing, and crawled to Shen Yue's feet.

At this moment, his strong and tall body shrank into a ball, his head was lowered fiercely, and his blood-stained and dusty hands grabbed the corner of Shen Yue's clothes.

He humbly knelt at Shen Yue's feet, begging.

"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 aloof, her eyes like ink paintings were slightly closed, her lips were pursed, and she said coldly: "She is from the demon clan."

The fingers holding the hem of the white clothes were slowly clenched, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, his whole body was trembling, his head was staring fixedly, no one could see his expression.

He said word by word: "Demon Race, should you die?"

Shen Yue remained calm, as if the one kneeling at her feet was not her apprentice, her eyes were quiet and clear, calm and cold-blooded: "It really deserves to die."

As if pressed to the extreme of some kind of collapse, his knuckles turned blue, and then he slowly raised his head, his eyes like poisonous snakes quietly looked at the white-clothed and blindfolded fairy in front of him.

The darkness in his eyes was frighteningly cold, the dark pupils gleamed with a faint cold light, the thick resentment was like the haze twisted by the storm in the abyss, crazy and twisted.

"You can obviously save..."

"You can obviously..."

"She didn't do anything wrong...Master, how could... how could you just watch her die..."

"Obviously it's you people who deserve to die..."

"It's you!"

The man's face was like a ghost crawling out of hell, his eyes were scarlet, he struggled to stand up, and wanted to say something, a cold and soft touch on his forehead, the next second a burst of dizziness struck, and he passed out immediately past.

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

Her gaze fell on Jiang Ling who had been standing stiffly all this time, and his attitude was even more indifferent than before, "Go to Siguoya, without an order, you will never come out."

Jiang Ling's body shook, he raised his head flustered and apprehensive, and looked at Shen Yue uneasily.

Opened his mouth, "Master..."

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

Jiang Ling blinked in a trance, his arm was also wounded, at first he didn't want to hurt Ronghua, because he knew that Master loved this trash, so he tried his best to restrain himself and dodge around, the sword on his arm was the Rong Hua stabbed.

Jiang Ling didn't understand what he did wrong, why he went to Siguoya, he had never been to Siguoya, because there were some disciples who had made big mistakes staying in Siguoya.

He killed the monster, so there was nothing wrong with it.

Then why is Master so indifferent to him?

Is it because he hurt that piece of shit?

But obviously he was injured too.

Master is so eccentric...

I didn't feel anything at first, but at this moment the injury on my arm seemed to be getting deeper and deeper. The tingling pain permeated my whole body, and even my heart throbbed with pain.

There was a coolness on his face.

Confused, Jiang Ling raised his hand to touch it, and it was wet for a while.

He came to his senses, it turned out that he... cried.

Dajiang Ling has been very mature and stable since he was a child, and has never shed tears.

(End of this chapter)