Genius Alchemist

When the thought moved, the blade of the dead suddenly became larger and half a person's height. The whole body was filled with black fog and a faint cold feeling, which made the people suddenly pick it up.

The blade of the dead cut into the air. The man who was running away suddenly trembled, his feet were unstable, and he almost fell down.

At the bottom, the people stared straight and marveled.

This dagger is really powerful. Just now, old general Shen had almost no power to fight back in front of the man, but this dagger beat the man to pieces.

Standing in the void, Shen Qingling's eyes were lax and almost unconscious. She waved the dagger in her hand, and the tumbling anger in her chest burned all her reason.

There seems to be a voice in her mind, asking her to give her body to it, and then she can get this powerful energy forever, so that she can protect her relatives.

Give her body to it, to it

"Qingling!"

Old general Shen kept a close eye on Shen Qingling, so he was the first to find something wrong with her.

"There's something wrong with that dagger!"

Shen Changfeng looked at Shen Qingling's more rigid and mechanical body, and Yue found something wrong.

At the moment, Shen Qingling is more like a puppet controlled by some mysterious force.

If it goes on like this, that power will completely engulf Shen Qingling's mind!

Shen Qingling, who was controlled by the blade of the dead, didn't know what she was doing. She looked at the flustered man, and her eyes gradually dyed blood red.

She used up all her spiritual power, the black fog shrouded blade of death, pulled up mountains and rivers and cut down at men like tearing space!

The man dodged in horror, but he still slowed down a step and his right arm was cut off directly!

Old general Shen broke through the barrier while the men were feeling guilty and restless.

The strength of the border is closely related to the people who set up the border. Now the man is seriously injured, and the border naturally becomes weaker. Old general Shen worked together and soon broke through the border!

The man can't even deal with the blade of the dead now, let alone old general Shen. Knowing that he will lose, the man ran away quickly.

Old general Shen and Shen Changfeng stopped the man one after another. He burned the auction house and pill shop, resulting in heavy casualties in the Shen family. He can't leave!

"You want to stop me!"

The man sneered ferociously. He was afraid of the blade of the dead, but he was not afraid of this master!

When his mind moved, the whip around his waist attacked old general Shen and Shen Changfeng like a spirit snake.

Old general Shen and Shen Changfeng dodged away. The man took the opportunity to escape and disappeared into the thick night.

Shen Changfeng hurriedly wanted to catch up, but there was a hurried cry from everyone below.

"Dad, watch the back!"

"Second master Shen!"

"Second lady, no!"

"Qingling!"

The last anxious cry was from old general Shen.

It was like a bright light suddenly shining into Shen Qingling's muddy head. There was a look in Shen Qingling's lax eyes. A trace of struggle and pain flashed in her eyes. She wanted to withdraw her hand, but it was too late.

A slap on Shen Changfeng's chest when he turned around when he heard the sound.

The blood vomited by Shen Changfeng fell on Shen Qingling's hand. In an instant, the world was suddenly silent.

Shen Qingling couldn't hear anything.

The resentment and anger accumulated in his chest disappeared, and Shen Qingling's strength was drained away.

She leaned over and fainted.

"Qing Qing!"

An anxious cry rang out. The man broke through the air and took Shen Qingling firmly in his arms.

"Yan Wang!"

The visitor was dressed in a miserable green robe, wearing a short flute and a pair of white pupils at his waist. Who was it not situ Yan.

His highness Yan, who has disappeared for more than two years, has finally returned!

……

In the wing room.

Situ Yan sat by the bed and looked at Shen Qingling lying in bed and falling asleep. His hand was not gently placed on her face.

The touch is real.

He finally met his Qingqing again.

Over the past two years, thoughts have poured in day and night. The hand placed on Shen Qingling's face is gently swimming, outlining Shen Qingling's face.

Shen Qingling only felt something swimming on her face. It was wet, hot, itchy and uncomfortable. She knew later that it was her hands.

She opened her eyes difficultly and looked away slightly, aiming at the man's thick chest.

Someone is teasing her!

Shen Qingling's eyes sank, raised his hand, grabbed the hand on his face, bowed up, and put his other hand into the man's neck.

Half way was stopped, and the man's big hand gently clamped her wrist.

"Qing Qing, it's me."

The man's low and gentle voice echoed in his ear. Shen Qingling's body shook and suddenly looked up.

Just on the pair of gray eyes, the heart missed a beat.

In March of spring, the breeze was warm, and cicadas kept shouting in the branches, but she couldn't hear anything.

She looked at situ Yan in a daze, and situ Yan also looked at her, just like two years ago, warm and affectionate.

"Situ Yan." Shen Qingling found his voice for a long time.

"I'm here."

The familiar voice came to his ears, his nose was sour, and hot tears almost burst into his eyes. Shen Qingling hugged situ Yan.

A little tight.

"Has everything been dealt with?" she whispered a little more pitifully.

Situ Yan was so soft hearted that he was in a mess.

"Almost."

Shen Qingling sucked his nose and said, "I've been waiting for half a year for two years. You have to compensate me."

"OK." situ Yan responded with a smile.

"By the way, how's my uncle?" Shen Qingling's mind flashed the picture of Shen Changfeng spitting blood. She got up from situ Yan's arms and asked anxiously.

She was unconscious at that time, and now she is still a little confused. It seems that she hurt Shen Changfeng. Is that a dream or is it true?

"A little hurt, but don't worry. Old Lin has come to see it and it's all right." situ yanrou said.

That's not a dream. It's really her!

Shen Qingling took out the blade of the dead. She was in a complicated mood. It was really powerful. She was killed twice. It was the blade of the dead that saved her, but she couldn't control it. It could only be a disaster.

In the past, she was not afraid, but after this, she was afraid.

She was worried that such a thing would happen again. She didn't want anything to happen to her relatives because of her.

"The devil gave you this dagger?" situ Yan looked at the dagger in her hand and asked.

"HMM." Shen Qingling subconsciously answered, afraid he would think more, and then said, "don't listen to people outside. I don't have that kind of relationship with the devil. You know I only like you, the devil... It's my friend for the time being."

"There is no need to explain. You are the one I love. I will believe you anytime."