Quick wear: the villain can also push the male protagonist!

Chapter 100 The Young League Mainly Loves and Kills Me (53)

"There is no video recorder in this world." Bai Ling looked down at Xuan Che, like looking at a cake made of emotional value, full of affection.

"This old monk is a good man and pretends to be too similar. If Han Yu is not allowed to see it with his own eyes, he may not be able to believe it."

The system seemed to understand, but the previously set program of "Lie down and call 666 if you don't understand it" worked, and it lay down limply and didn't move.

Bai Ling held his sword and waited for a while, then moved his ears, and finally heard the sound of footsteps outside the hall.

The corners of her lips were slightly curved, and suddenly she lifted her foot and kicked Xuan Che fiercely towards the door, then she also swung the tip of her sword and chased after him.

The speed at which she drew her sword was slower than when she was fighting in the palace just now.

Xuan Che was originally immersed in his own thoughts, but at the moment when he was suddenly sent flying, he suddenly came back to his senses. With a wave of his Zen staff, he managed to hold back the stabbing sword she was thrusting at.

There was a click of the Zen staff, and a few more cracks appeared, and Xuan Che also lost his balance and fell to the ground, clutching his chest, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Father!" A cold and solemn voice sounded between the intertwined metal, "Who trespassed..."

The following words disappeared in his almost speechless throat when he flew into the hall and saw the familiar sword shadow when he looked up.

The blood surged, and the heart beat violently like being hit by a heavy hammer.

After a long time, when the overwhelming excitement finally calmed down slightly, Han Yu's eyes moved away from the indigo water.

With a little sourness, a little anger, and a little joy suppressed deep in his heart, he slowly turned to the sword-wielding person inch by inch.

Flesh and fleshy hands, slender and tough figure, slender fair neck, slightly pursed thin lips...

Until the end, the line of sight was finally unavoidable, meeting those complicated and cold eyes,
Han Yu's hand had already firmly grasped the hilt of the sword, but at this moment, it seemed that someone had suddenly tapped his acupuncture point, and he lost the strength to pull out the sword.

Time seemed to be frozen, and it could only be felt from Xuan Che's uncontrollable low cough.

... No, for Bai Ling, time still exists in 233's dying moans.

"...The emotional value is starting to take the jumping machine again." The system covered its ears with a look of lovelessness.

The host can choose not to listen to the prompt, but it cannot.

After being quiet for less than half a month, the host and the hero finally made it recall the fear of being dominated by the emotional value of a snake spirit disease when it first transmigrated into this world.

Bai Ling asked curiously, "How much is it now?"

233两眼发直的报数，“90……-70……20……-50……10……40……”

It raised its eyes to see Han Yu's motionless expression.

If it weren't for the flashing of the emotional value prompt, it would never have imagined that under the ice-like appearance of the hero, the inner world can be so rich.

Bai Ling was quite satisfied, and the continuous fluctuation was not bad. As long as he didn't directly set it at a negative value, the plan to make a breakthrough this time would be very likely to succeed.

Looking at each other for a long time, Bai Ling first bent his lips and smiled, as if greeting an old friend, and said softly, "Why, you don't know me anymore?"

The soft voice is like a sharp ax at this moment, splitting the dead air.

Han Yu shook his head as if he had just woken up from a dream, and opened his mouth. Too many words poured out from the bottom of his heart, making his eyes red.

But in the end, he only uttered a few words in a daze, "You, haven't you already...",
"Of course I'm not dead."

Bai Ling knew what he hadn't finished speaking, so he smiled mockingly, his voice suddenly turned cold, "If I die, the person who follows you these days is probably a ghost?"

(End of this chapter)