Demon branches and jade leaves

Chapter 472 The author is actually a rotten woman →_→

Half face is angel, half face is devil.

The strong visual impact, coupled with the bloody fangs on the lips, is really shocking

"Qi Ling, what are you doing?!"

At this time, a voice like moonlight and flowing water came from not far away, with a sense of anxiety, "Something happened to the red crown, the emperor sent me to summon you!"

The person here is a monarch in a court dress.

Silver-red long hair, unique color, with a warm feeling, just like him, elegant like the wind.

Monarch is not tall, he can even say that he is a bit thinner than ordinary Yuren, and wearing a large silver gown on his body has the illusion of not fitting.His eyebrows, eyes and facial features are not very delicate, but they are very comfortable together.It's the kind of appearance that people like at first glance, very friendly.

As the saying goes, appearance is born from the heart, a person who is sophisticated, cunning, and cruel will never have such a face and such a temperament.

"What happened to the red crown prince? What's the matter?"

As soon as Qi Ling saw Monarch Quan, the fierceness on his face instantly subsided, and his eyes softened a lot.

He even took back the halberd of the sky in an instant, and the halberd turned into a stream of light, which merged into the colorful square space ring.Subconsciously, he didn't want his cruel side to show in front of this friend.

After all, priests have always been synonymous with sacredness throughout Tianjiang.

Monarch Quan was stunned for a moment, a pair of silver eyes fell on the blood-covered Yuzu boy on the ground, and he seemed to have seen it somewhere, and it looked very familiar.

"Sovereignty!" Qiling's heart tightened, her voice raised a few tones, trying to regain his sanity, and asked again, "What happened to the red crown prince? Why did Emperor Yu summon me?"

"Oh." Sovereign power was changed back to his thoughts, and the pure silver eyes were transferred from the body of the Yuzu boy whose face was covered in blood and could not be seen clearly, to Qiling's body, and said worriedly, "Hong Mian is in Ironforge. In a battle with that oriental man, he was seriously injured and his body was infected with demonic energy. All the medicines of the feather clan were useless. Instead of healing, the wound gradually deteriorated. Brother Huang said that your dance in the air might be able to help Hong Mian, so I will summon you immediately."

Qi Ling has seven wings and is proficient in seven dances.

He defeated Jiang Louyue with the Dance of Crane Snow, and defeated Chi Ming, who had awakened Sanyi, with the Dance of Poisonous Ling and the Dance of Juntian.Of the seven dances, six are used for fighting, and one is used for purification and blessing.

Every time a god sacrifices, he will dance a dance of clear space in the temple of the god of the sky, praying for blessings and warding off disasters for all people.

Feathermen who bathe in the dance of the clear air are protected from all diseases, all evils, and blessings.

"The Tianjiang Secret Realm has never been invaded by demons, so I don't know if the dance of the clear space will have any effect on the injury of the Red Crown Prince." Priest Qiling's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he murmured, "Let's try it for now." Come on. Monarchy, let's go."

Then, with a wave of his long sleeves, he ordered loudly to the soldiers of the Yu clan who came to Qingque Hill, "Take these two criminals to the temple, and I will interrogate them myself when I come back!"

It was lucky that the monarch did not recognize Chi Ming.

Just when Qiling's heart was about to let go, she heard a question from the slender man beside her—

"Huh? Why is this boy grabbing my feet?"

Qi Ling was startled, looked down, and found that Chi Ming stretched out a scrawny arm, tightly clasping Jun Quan's ankle, with extremely intense emotions flashing in his crimson eyes.

"Release!!" Qi Ling was furious, stretched out a foot, and kicked Chi Ming's wrist.

With a crisp "click", the boy's right wrist was fractured.

"Master...Father..."

Chi Ming did not cry out in pain, nor whimper.

The pain in the body has become numb, and the pain in the heart is deeper.

No!

How could such a vicious man deserve to stand beside a kind master!

Even if he is in hell, he will definitely crawl out of the darkness and expose Qi Ling's sinful mask!

"What did you call me?"

The familiar voice made Jun Quan's heart tremble, and in the clear silver eyes, the shadow of the blood-soaked boy with wings was reflected.

"Monarchy, Emperor Yu and Prince Red Crown are still waiting for us, let's go."

Qi Ling's slender eyes dimmed, and she stretched out a hand, grabbed Jun Quan's shoulder, and blocked his sight with half of her body, "Don't worry about such a sinful criminal."

"Master...don't go."

His blood-stained lips trembled slightly, his skinny wrist was broken, and what could not be broken was obsession.

The young man raised his head, his asura-like red eyes were filled with deep nostalgia.

It's the way you look at your master, your father, and your loved one.

For this ill-fated Yuzu youth, Master is his only belief, the only salvation, and the only driving force that supports this body full of resentment.

"You are—" Jun Quan felt something, his silver eyes widened in disbelief, and his voice trembled, "Xiao Chi? Is it Xiao Chi?"

Jun Quan squatted down, stretched out his hands, held the blood-stained face of the young man, and murmured, "Is it you?

"……Yes."

A 13-year-old boy from the Yu tribe, with a ferocious and proud body, and a cavity of indignation and resentment, at this moment, actually turned into two lines of tears.

Only in front of this person can he still be the same person; only in front of this person can he feel wronged, sad, and cry like a child.

"Master, master, master, woo woo woo—"

The silent tears turned into wailing, which was earth-shattering and hysterical.

The turbulent tears washed away the blood stains on his face, revealing half of the beautiful and demonic face, and half of the terrifying ghost face.

"Xiao Chi, your face?!" Jun Quan was amazed and wiped his apprentice's face with his sleeves, his silver eyes filled with distress, "You... how did you become like this?"

"And your wings—"

Junquan shook his head gently, and his fair and slender hand moved to the scarlet-red wings that were broken and drooped by Chiming, "It must be very painful."

Wings are the most important part of the feather clan.

The wings are connected to the heart, if the wings are broken, the pain is equivalent to the long sword piercing the heart.

He didn't have the time to care about why Xiao Chi became such a face, and he didn't have the time to care about how he gave birth to red three wings and red Shura pupils. The only thing he knew was that his most cherished apprentice was ruthless. The mutilation!

"Qi Ling, why are you so cruel?"

Junquan didn't look back, but his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, his hands clenched tightly, and his veins bulged, "You killed my most loyal servant, forced my favorite disciple away, and still refused to let him live, Do you want to kill the killer anyway?"

(End of this chapter)