The male sword fairy in the feminist world

Chapter 1486 You Have No Fever

Seeing that the dagger was about to pierce Fu Ling's body, Chu Qing rushed over without thinking.

"Go to hell!" Gong Yan's expression was sullen, and the dagger in his hand was about to pierce Fu Ling's body.

When Fu Ling frowned and was about to strike, the sharp dagger was grabbed.

A lot of blood flowed from that hand, dripping onto her quilt, causing Fu Ling to be stunned.

Gong Yan looked at them with disdainful eyes, pulled out the dagger, stirred up once bright red blood, and flew it out in a beautiful arc.

Chu Qing cursed in his heart that it was too harsh, and he also shot.

Fu Ling, who was a little weak, lifted the quilt, her face was calm, but a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, she just shut up and didn't speak.

But what is missing in my heart is to scold all eighteen generations of Gong Yan's ancestors.

When Chu Qing made a move, he also fought her with a sword.

After going back and forth for dozens of rounds, Gong Yan still didn't want to leave.

The more he hit him, the more ugly Gong Yan's face became.

Seeing this, Fu Ling breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. Although Chu Qing was a little difficult to deal with, it was not difficult.

Her eyes stared at his hand, and she couldn't help frowning. His hand hurt his left hand, which was the hand he held the sword.

The unstoppable blood flowed down to the ground along with the hilt of the sword, and it fainted like Manjushahua in hell.

Chu Qing's hand became weaker and weaker as he struck. He looked at the sword in his hand, and the blood flowing down from the edge of the sword stained the white hilt red.

The corner of his mouth twitched, he could already feel his hand, the more he hit it, the more painful it became, and even the sword was a little unsteady.

There were also several times where she was almost hurt. Thinking of this, he could only spend a little time.

Chu Qing's gaze turned cold, and she picked at her clothes, which tore a little, revealing a little of her navel.

Seeing this, Fu Ling's face turned dark, but she couldn't speak, she was going to piss her off!

The palace lord's eyes were even colder, and he glanced at his clothes with aggrieved eyes.

Afterwards, Chu Qing intentionally or unintentionally picked some clothes off her body, and asked her to try the feeling of not wearing any clothes.

Until, most of Gong Yan's clothes were torn, almost covered with rags.

In the end, Gong Yan didn't want other people to know that she was picked out by a man. Anyway, with her current appearance, it's not too bad to go back.

Aggrieved, he blocked Chu Qing's blow, and fled out the door in embarrassment. Even though Chu Qing had strength now, his hands were already in pain.

The sword is almost unsteady, if he catches up and hits her now, he will only lose.

Gong Yan who just ran out ran back and said outside the door: "Chu Qing, Fu Ling, you wait for me, I will definitely make your life worse than death."

Fu Ling heard the hasty footsteps and a few other voices, and thought she had already left.

Just as Chu Qing fell to the ground, when she heard her utter a harsh word, her sword trembled in fright, thinking she was coming again.

In the end, the person ran away again, which made him look dazed.

"Cut! Who wouldn't speak harshly! I want to put you and a pig in a cage and throw them into the river together!" Chu Qing said disdainfully, moved her hand, but cursed Gong Yan to death in her heart .

Fu Ling had already thrown off the quilt and got out of bed. Although her body was weak, she walked firmly.

"You, you're down, go back." Seeing this, Chu Qing worried that her poison might recur, and hurriedly urged her to go back.

But he himself now needs the strength to stand up, how can he let her go back?

Looking at her in tears, I hope she will stop tossing, his heart is tired and his hands hurt!
"Don't go back, show me your hands." She walked up to him and knelt down, with a hint of affection on her lips.

Seeing that his hand was injured, Fu Ling would not go even if she wanted to blame him, because she was reluctant.

"You might as well worry about yourself instead of worrying about me." Chu Qing said helplessly, with a hint of arrogance in her tone.

Chu Qing's other hand touched her forehead and found that it was no longer too hot.

"You don't have a fever anymore." Chu Qing said, looking at her, she felt aggrieved.

(End of this chapter)