Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

"Come in!"

She said in a deep voice.

The palace doors opened, and a palace maid tumbled and crawled in.

"Princess, that Long Aotian has arrived."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Qingyou saw Long Aotian walk in with an imposing air.

Behind him were Xi Bi and Yue Er.

Xi Bi, whom I hadn't seen for many days, was even more beautiful than the flowers, and her brows held an extra touch of charm.

Compared to Xi Bi, Yue'er looked much older. It wasn't noticeable before, but now that she was compared to Xi Bi, she looked even worse.

Her eyes were red and swollen, clearly from recent crying.

"You wretch, I'm here to take your dog's life."

Long Aotian was dressed in a black cloth robe and held a golden dragon-patterned sword in his hand. He looked righteous and proud, completely unlike the stray dog ​​he had been before.

Of course, even when facing adversity, Long Aotian remained calm and composed.

But as soon as he said that sentence, he saw the difference in Song Qingyou.

He had already cultivated immortality, and his master had passed on all his cultivation to him. He was absolutely certain of success, which was why he came to cause trouble for Song Qingyou. Little did he expect that Song Qingyou would seem so unfathomable.

Song Qingyou was also greatly surprised when she saw Long Aotian.

The male protagonist is indeed the male protagonist. I don't know what kind of extraordinary encounter he had, but he was able to gain this level of cultivation in the space. Thirty-odd days is equivalent to more than thirty years.

In just over thirty days, he had already reached the Foundation Establishment stage, only slightly lower than himself.

Although she was surprised, Song Qingyou didn't show it on her face. She couldn't lose face, could she?

She grabbed the outer garment from the bed, put it on in a flash, and stood there, coldly looking at Long Aotian.

Long Aotian held his sword, but the confusion in his eyes only increased.

"You witch, I wonder what kind of sorcery you used."

Looking at her cultivation level, Long Aotian sneered coldly, raised his sword, and swung it towards Song Qingyou.

Song Qingyou easily dodged them all. She looked at the sword in Long Aotian's hand, the golden dragon on it seemed real, and every time he swung it, it produced a dragon's roar.

The sound of the dragon's roar made Song Qingyou feel very uncomfortable. She forcefully suppressed her discomfort and retaliated.

Gradually, she blocked out Long Aotian's dragon roar, and her attacks became increasingly fierce, with golden light blades flying down towards Long Aotian.

Long Aotian's robes were torn in some places, and he looked disheveled.

"Aotian..."

"Princess, spare my life!"

Upon seeing that Long Aotian was at a disadvantage, Xi Bi and Yue'er both knelt on the ground and began to wail and howl.

Each cry was more tragic than the last.

Hearing these laughable pleas for mercy, Song Qingyou continued to strike at Long Aotian. If she were in a disadvantageous position, they would definitely be putting on their arrogant faces again.

"puff--"

The difference in cultivation level meant that even with the protection of a precious sword, Long Aotian was no match for him and coughed up blood.

"Snapped--"

With another palm strike, Long Aotian was knocked out of the main hall by Song Qingyou.

"Aotian..."

"Brother Aotian..."

Xi Bi and Yue Er rushed forward, one after the other.

Long Aotian was determined to keep going, but the two women pressed down on him with great force, and Long Aotian, showing no mercy, actually fainted.

"Aotian, Aotian..."

The two women were wailing and pounding on Long Aotian's chest.