Traveling through time and space to become the richest woman and falling in love with the young mast

Her face turned pale as paper in an instant, and an unconcealable pain flashed in her eyes.

It hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts so much!

She felt like she was going to be ruined.

"Mo'er!" Dongfang Qingshui's eyes widened when he saw this scene, his eyes full of fear and heartache. He tried his best to struggle to get up, but his injuries were too severe. He could only wave his arms in vain, trying to get close to Dongfang Qingmo.

At this moment, a black shadow rushed over like lightning, its speed was astonishing, and in the blink of an eye it blocked Dongfang Qingmo's way.

The figure appeared silently like a ghost, yet gave people an unshakable feeling.

Dongfang Qingmo breathed a sigh of relief, covered his chest, and collapsed to the ground.

An Wuhen took a closer look and saw who it was. He was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Haha, Qingli, long time no see! I didn't expect to see you again in my lifetime. It seems like today's show is going to be a good one."

"Yeah, long time no see." Qingli snorted coldly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and he stared at An Wuhen closely.

An Wuhen looked Qingli up and down, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said sarcastically: "Hey, where is your original body? It's shattered into pieces, right? Hahahaha~"

Qingli sneered, and that laugh seemed to contain endless contempt and ridicule, as if everything in front of him was under his control.

Immediately afterwards, he penetrated into Dongfang Qingshui's body like a flash of lightning, as if that body was his battlefield where he could gallop freely.

After entering Dongfang Qingshui's body, Qingli began to slowly control his body, slightly moving the seemingly weak muscles and bones a few times, but faintly revealed an indescribable sense of power.

Then, he slowly raised his deep eyes and looked at An Wuhen who was standing not far away, with a cold and disdainful light flashing in his eyes.

An Wuhen pursed his lips. He really hated Qingli's expression.

"With your strength, you are worthy enough to fight with me?" The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his words were full of contempt for An Wuhen, as if in his eyes, An Wuhen was not worth mentioning at all.

Before he finished speaking, Qingli rushed towards An Wuhen like a ferocious beast.

His figure flashed like a ghost, and the next moment he appeared in front of An Wuhen. The speed was so fast that it was dazzling.

As he raised his hand, he threw a powerful punch, accompanied by a whistling sound, and hit An Wuhen hard.

An Wuhen was shocked when he saw this, and quickly used his skills to dodge sideways.

Qingli's speed was so fast that his fists fell on An Wuhen continuously like raindrops. Each punch contained powerful force, forcing An Wuhen to retreat repeatedly.

An Wuhen was secretly surprised. He never thought that Qingli could be so powerful without his real body. This was completely beyond his imagination.

It must be because my power was reduced by half that I looked so embarrassed when facing Qingli.

Dongfang Qingmo, who was standing aside, had a pale face and beads of sweat on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and endured the waves of pain coming from his body, and stood up with difficulty like a wounded cheetah.

"Brother..." she called softly, her eyes full of concern and anxiety.

Qingli occupied her brother's body, and the familiar figure now became strange and weird.

Endless doubts arose in her heart. Where did Dongfang Qingshui go?

Could it be that he was really possessed by this mysterious Qingli?

Fear and anxiety overwhelmed her like a tide, and her eyes were instantly filled with deep worry, which almost turned into substance and tightly wrapped around her heart.

Qingli seemed to sense her inner uneasiness, and slowly turned around to look at her. A hint of imperceptible tenderness flashed in his eyes, and he gently raised his hand to signal her not to worry.

"Miss Ye, take a rest first. Leave this to me." The voice still sounded like her brother's, but the firmness in the words made her feel a little more at ease.

But how could she feel at ease?

Her brother is now being controlled by Qingli, how can she just sit back and watch?

Seeing that they still had the leisure to appease Dongfang Qingmo, An Wuhen's anger surged like a volcanic eruption, and he roared, "Watch out!"

The black mist in his hand blew towards them with a sharp wind.

Qingli reacted extremely quickly, and easily dodged the fatal blow with a nimble sidestep. Then, she moved quickly, went behind An Wuhen, and mercilessly punched him twice.

If an ordinary person hit him with such force, An Wuhen might not even take it seriously and wouldn't feel anything.

But Qingli attacked with such powerful force that it seemed to be able to penetrate everything and directly hit the depths of his soul, causing his face to become distorted in an instant, and the pain was beyond words.

The two of them were going back and forth, refusing to give in to each other, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

As time went by, Qingli felt a little tired.

After all, this is just the body of an ordinary person, and his physical strength and endurance are limited.

He had to make a quick decision.

Dongfang Qingmo stood aside, sitting cross-legged and regulating his breathing.

An Wuhen tried to interrupt her several times, but was stopped by Qingli.

Suddenly, Qingli used a unique skill to hit An Wuhen's vital point.

An Wuhen had no way to avoid it and spat out a mouthful of blood after being hit.

An Wuhen realized that this wouldn't work, he needed more energy.

So he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glared at Qingli fiercely, "You guy..." Before he could finish his words, he turned into a puff of black smoke and ran away.

Qingli wanted to catch up, but found that her body began to tremble and her strength was gradually disappearing.

"Damn it!" Qingli cursed softly, knowing that she couldn't hold on for much longer.

He looked at Dongfang Qingmo beside him, and said with his last bit of strength, "Zi Li...black jade..." After that, Qing Li fainted on the ground.

Dongfang Qingmo hurried over, helped Qingli up, and called his name anxiously.

"Qingli? Qingli? Brother?"

Qingli had lost consciousness and did not respond no matter how she called out.

"You fainted like that! What should I do with my brother?" Dongfang Qingmo was in tears.

Dongfang Qingshui's consciousness gradually became clearer as if shrouded in fog, and the severe headache began to slowly ease, but there was still a slight feeling of dull pain, as if countless fine needles were piercing through his mind.

He slowly rolled his eyes and struggled to open his heavy eyelids. What came into his sight was Dongfang Qingmo's anxious face. That worried look was like a sharp blade, deeply hurting his heart.

"Mo'er..." He uttered these two words with difficulty through his dry throat, his voice hoarse and weak.

A hint of surprise flashed in Dongfang Qingmo's eyes, and she said anxiously: "Brother? You finally woke up! How do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" As she spoke, her hand unconsciously gently grasped Dongfang Qingshui's wrist.

Dongfang Qingshui shook her head slightly, trying to dispel the remaining dizziness and make herself as awake as possible.

As his thoughts gradually returned, he suddenly remembered the bizarre incident that had happened earlier. A strong sense of unease surged in his heart, and he quickly asked, "What happened to me just now? Why can't I remember it? What on earth happened?"

Dongfang Qingmo's eyes dimmed, as if shrouded in a heavy haze. She sighed softly, and then narrated what had happened in a low voice.

After listening to Dongfang Qingmo's narration, Dongfang Qingshui fell into a long silence. There was a complex light flashing in his eyes, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

After a moment, his eyes suddenly widened and he said in disbelief: "So this means we are safe for now?!"

Dongfang Qingmo showed a hint of hesitation on his face, as if he was a little unsure, but he finally nodded and said with a hint of uncertainty in his tone: "That should be it~"

At this moment, the strange light seemed to be cast by magic, and quietly floated out from Dongfang Qingshui's body in an extremely mysterious posture.

It seems like a spiritual silver ribbon, dancing lightly in the air.

Then, the silver ribbon went straight into Dongfang Qingmo's body at lightning speed, as if it wanted to inject some mysterious inheritance into it.