Chapter 392 (1/2)

”Lingyan...”

Beimingchen pupil a burst of contraction, voice tinged with light worry, quickly went to the moon spirit smoke side, grabbed her wrist, a spirit power passed in the past.

The moon spirit smoke whole body is pitch black, even a piece of peerless face, all black distinguish which is a nose which is a mouth, on the pitch black skin oozes a thin layer of blood.

She leaned weakly against beimingchen's arms, one hand holding the clothes on beimingchen's chest weakly, and her weak voice was so low that she could hardly hear the same sound.

”Brother Jiu, don't blame Miss Feng. She didn't want to hurt me. It's just that she was injured in her arm. She wanted to take revenge on that man. She just accidentally hurt me. It's me. It's bad luck. Don't blame her...”

After finishing a sentence intermittently, yuelingyan closed her eyes, her head tilted and fainted in beimingchen's arms. Although she fainted, she still seemed to be in great pain, her dark face tightly wrinkled together, and her mouth kept moaning.

Feng Yu lowered her head, her eyes fell on her numb arm, and her lips began to laugh sarcastically. This month, Lingyan is really wonderful.

She used to look down on her.

Didn't she hurt her arm? How did you become someone else? And the poison on her body, why didn't she say that it was someone else who made it, so she confessed it?

”Lingyan, Lingyan...”

Beimingchen's anxious voice rings in his ears, and Fengyu's eyes move. It turns out that he can have other emotions besides indifference and coldness.

However, other emotions will only give the moon spirit smoke.

”Yun Fengyu, help her.”

After the voice of coldness and eagerness, Fengyu's injured arm was caught by people. It hurt her so much that she couldn't bear it. After being caught, it hurt her forehead so much that cold sweat came out.

Feng Yu took a breath of cool air, and her eyelashes trembled, so she couldn't help crying. But beimingchen didn't seem to hear it. A pair of dark eyes looked at her.

”Since this poison belongs to you, you can definitely get rid of it and save her...”

”Let go of sister Yu.”

After the words of beimingchen fall, the sound of Dragon Dance Night rings. Then, a great spiritual power splits towards beimingchen. The spiritual power is very strong, not weaker than Huaxu.

Feng Yu picks her eyebrows. Unexpectedly, the Dragon Dance Night is the cultivation of Huaxu. She seems to have been Huaxu since she was 13 years old. She is even more abnormal than her.

At the age of 13, the Dragon Dance Night has already become the cultivation of the virtual realm. What about the Dragon purple Xuan? What is the state? She didn't seem to know what realm longzixuan was.

Beimingchen frowned, and with a move, he let go of Fengyu. At the same time, he dodged the attack of the dragon dance night. Fengyu looked up and saw that he stretched out his palm, and the thunder in his palm flickered.

Her breath immediately stopped and she drank in a cold voice, ”beimingchen, if you dare to hurt her, I want you to watch yuelingyan die.”

The thunder and lightning in the palm of the hand disappeared in a twinkling of an eye. At that end, as soon as the Dragon Dance Night flashed, it fell in front of Fengyu. Her eyes fell on Fengyu's bloody arm, and a layer of ice formed in her eyes.

”Sister Yu, what's wrong with your arm?”

Just now, she was crowded in by the crowd. As soon as she turned her head, she found that sister Yu was not around. She wanted to quit and look for her. As a result, she was entangled by several hooligans.