Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

When Lu Yun was distracted to pay attention to the situation above, Qing Huan was seriously injured and blood was spilled on the spot. At the same time, Mrs. Chunfeng appeared beside her and brought her out.

"Ma'am, I'm fine."

Qing Huan shook her head, tried her best to stand up and wanted to fight again.

There is a fearless heart on the pale face.

"Rest first." Mrs. Chunfeng, who was supporting Qinghuan, spoke softly, with distress for her maidservant on her face.

Facing the ray of distress, Qing Huan was stunned for a moment, then smiled, that smile was shallow, like a delicate flower in the world.

She said: "Madam, the slaves have always been very happy to serve Madam."

"If Qing Huan can die for Madam, Qing Huan will die without regret!"

The blood stained Qing Huan's light-colored clothes, and her fair face was red and dazzling. She vomited blood and her eyes dimmed.

This declaration of loyalty moved Mrs. Chunfeng's face. It was this moment of trance, half leaning on Mrs. Chunfeng's Qing Huan, a dagger hanging from her cuff, and stabbing into the lady's heart.

The sound of the dagger piercing into the flesh was clear and clear, her face burst into joy, and she tried her best to make the dagger go further.

But there was a hand, white and slender, that lightly pressed on her arm, making it impossible for her to move.

"Qing Huan, you let me down."

The tone was as gentle as ever, and the sigh mixed with it made the heart sting.

Qing Huan's eyes widened, and what she saw was Madam's unwavering eyes.

"you know!"

She said in a hoarse voice.

"Of course I know."

Madam's heart was bleeding, Qing Huan's move attracted many people's exclamation, Shuliu wanted to withdraw, but was entangled by those people.

Hall Master Feng was the first to appear beside Madam. He held Madam's arm and sent his palm towards Qing Huan.

"You lowly servant girl, court death!"

This palm was separated by Mrs. Chunfeng, she looked down at Qing Huan whose face was ashen, showing no emotion.

"Qing Huan, the relationship between you and me, master and servant, ends here."

As she spoke, she used force with her arms, and slammed Qing Huan towards Hall Master Feng beside her.

Hall Master Feng couldn't avoid it, after embracing the opponent's soft body, what he saw was the tulle protruding from Mrs. Chunfeng's sleeve.

Madam's life is beautiful, even her way of killing is beautiful.

Those gauzes are as thin as cicada's wings, and it is difficult for ordinary weapons to break this gauze. It is a high-grade spiritual weapon, and it is also the weapon used by Madam.

Mrs. Chunfeng's attack on Master Feng made the scene even more difficult to understand.

Master Feng hugged Qing Huan, with obvious injuries on his face: "Chunfeng, why are you doing this, you clearly know that I treat you..."

Half of the words are the most fascinating.

Among the clouds and waters, who doesn't know that the Hall Master Feng has a deep-rooted affection for Mrs. Chunfeng, and always respects Mrs. Chunfeng.

The sudden drawing of swords made many people puzzled, most of them felt sorry for Hall Master Feng.

"Since you have promised the position of Mrs. Qinghuantang, why are you saying such hypocritical things to me?"

"The wind ignores it. I, Yu Chunfeng, think that I never gave you the slightest chance. Why do you pretend to be so affectionate and unrepentant to deceive the world."

"The reason why you teamed up with Love Scholar is to kill me, Yu Chunfeng."

"If I hadn't made the first move, would you dare to say that you wouldn't have done it?"

The two stood far away, following Mrs. Chunfeng's words, the love letter student who had not participated all this time appeared beside Hall Master Feng.

His expression was sneering, as if he had watched a wonderful drama.

"The wind ignores, I told you when I got up early, this woman seems to be passionate but actually ruthless, there is only one person who can make her take care of her."

"No matter how much you do, it's useless."

The words of the love letter seemed to be helping Feng Wushi, so it was not an admission of what Feng Wushi did from the side.

"Hehe, the two of you are really working together."

Qu Miao stepped beside Mrs. Chunfeng, the long whip was hanging down beside her, and there were still some pieces of meat hooked on the ferocious whip.

"You two."

Squinting and looking at the two women in front of him, the love letter fan kept opening and closing: "When did you cooperate?"

"Cooperation? Why should I cooperate with her, Yu Chunfeng?"

"But I have one thing in common with her. I also look down on you two men. If that's the case, why not help her?"

Qu Miao's forceful insertion turned the four forces into a two-on-two, and the fight below was inseparable, and Mrs. Chunfeng's tone was boundless and charming.

"As members of Shuiyun Jian, you colluded with the Demon Cultivator of Tangsimen, are you guilty?"

Mrs. Chunfeng's words were like a master judging a servant.

Hearing this, the love letter smiled from ear to ear. He covered his stomach, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and spoke arrogantly.

"Yu Chunfeng, you don't really think you are the master of Shuiyunjian, do you?"

"If you hadn't had your lover backing you up, you thought we would really be headed by a woman like you."

"As for colluding with the demon cultivator?"

"Hehe, how do I know it wasn't you, Yu Chunfeng, who colluded with Moxiu, wanted to monopolize the benefits, and beat him back?"

The question was heartbreaking, but Mrs. Chunfeng curled her lips and did not show any anger.

She said quietly: "If you are jealous that I have a good lover, you might as well find one yourself."

"I'm afraid, no one likes you."

"Are you right, Yun'er?"

Lu Yun, who was struggling below, was called out. She raised her eyelids and said, "Ma'am, I don't like him."

A junior's truth is a humiliation to a love letter student.

Holding his fan, he looked at Lu Yun with an extremely sinister expression.

"Yellow-haired boy, you are courting death!"

The silver needle came out of his hand, as thin as a cow's hair, passed through the obstacle with precision, and stabbed at Lu Yun.

This shameless move made Mrs. Chunfeng look ugly.

Qingsha went with her, and a whip went with her.

But there are some things that are always beyond the reach of the whip. Seeing that Lu Yun was about to be hit, Lu Yun, who had no clumsiness to force back one person, moved her left hand, and a dagger was thrown out by her.

The needle behind the tail collided with the silver needle, and the silver needle was coming so fiercely that Lu Yun couldn't stop it, but she could still do it just by changing the trajectory of the silver needle.

After the silver needle was missed, Lu Yun put away the back needle.

Only the few people above could clearly see the flickering black light.

Especially Mrs. Chunfeng, she knew a thing or two about Lu Yun's affairs, her red lips were slightly raised, and her murderous intent was overwhelming.

"Love Scholar, are you guilty of doing something to my lover's apprentice?"

The veils were like waterfalls, besieging the lovers, he opened his fan and swiped towards those veils.

The veil is broken, but the veil is not missing, and the dreamlike scene makes the love letter's eyes bloodshot.

"It's a good spring breeze once."

These words are quite gnashing of teeth, this is Mrs. Chunfeng's unique skill, the light gauze is graceful, like a red candle gauze curtain, inviting people for a spring breeze.

But under this veil, there are murderous intentions everywhere.

After trapping the love letter student, Mrs. Chunfeng looked at Shuliu: "Shuliu, let's wrap it up."

"Yes!"

After the words fell, many people were saved from the crowd in the distance to join the battle. The situation was evenly matched just now, but it became crushing in a moment.

Below, Lu Yun's pressure dropped sharply.

She moved her stiff body, and with the last remaining strength, she made that move smoothly.