After being reincarnated as a bad woman, I became my enemy?

"It doesn't matter what happens to me! Why did you give up the engagement!?"

Nasty, really numb.

What is this called?

"me……"

Yan Qiuyu was embarrassed by the question, looked down at the aggrieved Hang Yanling, and asked a little confused: "Junior Sister Yanling, you..."

Hang Yanling stammered, and asked with a miserable face: "Aren't you two in love? You, you really don't think about it..."

I was wronged, but I was wronged by her.

This is really aggrieved, how can there be such a thing in the world.

After rebirth, she will experience a broken love that she never knew about 300 years ago.

However, for some reason, Yan Qiuyu's expression became more and more complicated.

Not only was she blindly cowardly, but she gradually revealed an expression of heartache, guilt, and annoyance.

"Sorry……"

"It's easy to discuss, you think about it again, I really can't - eh!"

Hang Yanling's words came to an abrupt end.

Because she was held in Yan Qiuyu's arms.

Yan Qiuyu's unique fragrance lingered around her body, and with something warm and soft pressed against her side face, Yan Qiuyu's heartbeat could be heard in her ears.

"Master... Sister...?"

After all, Yan Qiuyu was Fu Tianqing's first love.

All of a sudden, it's really not very friendly to the heart.

Hang Yanling stammered, blushed and couldn't speak until Yan Qiuyu gently pushed Hang Yanling away.

The object of her first love squatted down so that her eyes were at the same level as Hang Yanling's. She took a deep breath and said slowly: "I admit... I can't let go of Brother Fu, but——I can't let you go like this either."

"……Eh?"

Hang Yanling swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and subconsciously touched his face.

Hot, hot.

"You, what, what do you mean..."

"I do like Brother Fu, there is no doubt about it. But if I leave with Brother Fu... In the future, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life... Although I don't expect your forgiveness, I don't want to just leave by myself."

Yan Qiuyu stretched out his hand, took Hang Yanling's hand, and then pressed Hang Yanling's palm to his face.

The softness and warmth from the palm made Hang Yanling's square inch in chaos.

"Wait, wait...Senior Sister?! Let me confirm that you just said that you like Brother Fu but I am Hang—"

"Junior Sister, I want to take responsibility for you."

"……responsibility?"

Yan Qiuyu nodded firmly, and moved his face closer.

Hang Yanling finally saw clearly, under Yan Qiuyu's lake-like calm eyes, there was a turbulent lurking secretly.

"Whether it's about the Fu family back then, or about Brother Fu yesterday... I owe you too much... Junior Sister."

"Wait——Eh!? Too close!?"

Hang Yanling instinctively wanted to withdraw her hand to distance herself from Yan Qiuyu, but Yan Qiuyu's hand was too tight.

The fragrance on the girl's body constantly stimulated her sense of smell because of the close distance, and Hang Yanling's head, whose breathing rhythm was disturbed, buzzed.

In the previous preface, Qiu Yu had this character! ?

Did Yan Qiuyu 300 years ago in her previous life think of Hang Yanling like this! ?

Hang Yanling always felt that there was always a blue and green hat on top of her head, which seemed to be inseparable, as if she didn't wear it.

"Little little Qiuyu, you you you me, me, me, you, you, I—"

Numb, all numb.

Someone tell me what's going on. .

Hearing Hang Yanling's address, Yan Qiuyu showed a sad smile: "Call me Xiao Qiuyu... If you like to call me that, that's fine. Anyway, Brother Fu will never want to see my face again."

Hang Yanling made a miserable plea: "No, he really wants it, I guarantee he wants it to death!! I advise you to think more about your own happiness..."

"Junior Sister Yanling, don't you want to see me again..."

Yan Qiuyu blinked her wet eyes, pursed her lips, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, if you don't want to see me again, I will stay where you can't see me from now on."

"I didn't!! Wait, I'm just confused—"

"...That's good."

Yan Qiuyu smiled gently, let go of Hang Yanling's hand, then lowered her head, and gently held Hang Yanling's face.

Hang Yanling finally realized this.

The little girl who has been following her buttocks since she was a child, and pays her brother one by one, is now older than myself, Hang Yanling. A mature "senior sister".

pat.

Hang Yanling covered her face.

Blind in vain, blind in vain.

My plan for this meal was in vain!

"Junior Sister, I don't expect your forgiveness... I just hope that one day, you will understand..."

Foreheads touch each other.

The temperature inside Hang Yanling's skull was heated to the highest point.

The real aroma almost took away my consciousness.

Before becoming completely stupid, Hang Yanling's wandering mind suddenly recalled.

Yesterday morning, I poured the water purification fairy by myself, when I came out of the master's room.

It's like smelling a scent like this...

Chapter 8 Are you sick?

Yan Qiuyu left, and he didn't know when he left.

Hang Yanling sat on the bed blankly, her head was buzzing, her face was blushing, her palms were pressed against her side face, and her chest was heaving due to her heavy breathing.

In just one morning, I have experienced too many things.

Fairy Jingshui mentioned the relationship between the Fu family and Hang Yanling, what Yan Qiuyu said to Hang Yanling just now...

This is a corner that has never been glimpsed in 300 years of life, and belongs to the personal experience of that Hang Yanling.

"Pinch Ma Ma Tei..."

Hang Yanling rubbed his hot cheeks. Of course, he can't blame him completely. After all, the woman he was able to get close to in his previous life was almost killed by that wicked woman. He was a poor old bachelor until his death.

"Hoo, hiss... hoo..."

Don't think about it too much, the aroma of childhood sweethearts still lingers in the room, which makes people dizzy.

Enduring the severe pain, Hang Yanling sat on the edge of the bed, raised his hand to gently cover his shoulder that was shot through, and a dark qi emerged from his palm.

The highly corrosive yin aura spread from the palm of the hand into the wound on the shoulder, and after skilfully penetrating into the damaged meridians on the shoulder, the bandage on the wound seeped out bright red blood beads, and Hang Yanling trembled even more. A mouthful of blood was violently vomited out of his lungs.

"puff!"

Blood spattered onto his knees, and his lavender eyes lit up with a slight light.

After taking two breaths, the pitch-black true energy began to corrode the bandages on the shoulders, and the blood-red bandages became fragile with the sound of "嗤嗤", and broke, revealing the jade-white skin under the ribbons.

"That's about it."

After regaining her freedom, Hang Yanling raised her hand to wipe off the blood from her mouth, wrapped up the blood-stained bandage and threw it aside.

She stretched greatly at first, and then let out a breath——from the girl's mouth, it was a dark, foul air.

A faint black mist appeared from around the body, which was a sign of breaking through to the Condensation Stage.

The Condensation Stage is a symbol of the gradual convergence of true energy in the body into true energy, and the ability to use true energy as directed by one's arms.According to the rhythm of ordinary people's cultivation, they should complete body training before the age of ten, break through to the Qi refining stage at the age of thirteen or fourteen, temper their true energy after six to seven years, and break through the initial stage of condensing Yuan at the age of 20.

And it was precisely because of this that Fu Tianqing, who was only 17 years old and had already reached the late stage of Condensation Yuan, was called a genius.

Of course, this rule is only suitable for normal monks.

In order to survive, those Yin Lingqi practitioners who cannot self-heal through meditation and breathing adjustment often can only rely on continuous breakthroughs to continue their lives, but Yin Lingqi does not need any foundation at all. Eat, the growth rate is hardly controllable.

The speed at which a monk with Yin Lingqi can improve his realm is extremely fast, because once the speed is slower than the expansion speed of his own Yin Lingqi, the monk himself will be corroded and necrotic first.

Seeking skins from tigers is probably the case.

"But it seems that Hang Yanling has been stuck in Qi training for a long time. How did she survive?"

Feeling the gradually familiar cold feeling in her body, Hang Yanling lowered her head, stared at the bandage on her chest, was stunned for a long time, reached out and grabbed the bandage, hesitated for a while, finally gave up, passed on the clothes, stood up, and walked out of the room Door.

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The midday sun was pleasant and comfortable, and it was the first time since he was reborn that he enjoyed the sun so leisurely.

The cool breeze blows, the flowers are fragrant and the birds are singing.

Hang Yanling, who was walking on the road, folded his arms around his chest in a happy mood, and started strolling aimlessly.

Breaking through the realm did not bring much joy, but what happened in the room just now made her start to think involuntarily.

Looking at Lianhuazong, groups of girl disciples were walking around talking and laughing.

Hang Yanling couldn't help thinking seriously.

In retrospect, it was based on the reaction of the sweeping boy at the door and the cynicism of the "third senior sister" in the pharmacy that it was determined that "Hang Yan Ling" was not very popular in the sect.

And after careful consideration, did I have some preconceived ideas?

Not to mention the scene of the third senior sister applying medicine to herself this morning with snot and tears.

Based on my own experience in the past few days, Xiao Qiuyu doesn't need to make a special trip to visit Hang Yanling if her popularity is not good, and the girl named Xiao Trumpet seems to be very close to Hang Yanling...

Ok……

Could it be that I just simply misunderstood.

This villain is actually...

"Hey? Maybe I... am quite popular in this sect?"

Hang Yanling laughed loudly and scratched the back of her head, then suddenly heard a gust of wind, and turned her head.

A stone the size of a jujube hit her forehead impartially.

Warm blood flowed on the bewildered face.

Hang Yanling stared blankly at the direction where the stone was thrown - there were five or six girls standing about 30 meters away from him, all about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing the costumes of the disciples of Lianhua Palace, who were not using them properly His eyes turned towards himself.

The leader was a girl wearing the same purple dress as Yan Qiuyu today. Judging from her standing posture and slightly smug expression, she was the one who threw the stone just now.

Oh?

"Tch, she's here."

"It's really bad."

"Go away..."

"It's a shame that the sect has lost face, it's a shame she still has the face to go out..."

"Stop talking, don't let her hear it."

The girls left chattering, but to be honest, they didn't deliberately suppress their voices, as if they wanted Hang Yanling to hear them.

Hang Yanling twitched the corners of his mouth, and the whole person was awkward there. After a while, he blushed and coughed, muttering to himself:

"I, I'm just saying! How can a bastard like Hang Yanling get a good reputation in the sect, cough, cough cough... hiss..."