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

This anger then spread elsewhere, but fortunately, the senior brother woke up again, and the anger subsided.

"Snapped--"

Seeing her ugly face, Song Qingyou threw the teacup in her hand, which hit her squarely in the face.

"puff--"

Her nose broke instantly, and she spat out a mouthful of blood. Several teeth rolled onto the ground.

"you……"

The junior sister was in excruciating pain, but she also realized that she was no match for her.

Song Qingyou stared coldly at her, a golden blade materializing in her hand, ready to stab it towards her heart.

"stop……"

Long Aotian, carrying Ni Chang, descended from the sky and stood in front of his junior sister.

Song Qingyou looked at the intact roof and wondered where they had floated down from.

Of course this is not the point!

"My junior sister hasn't done anything wrong, how can you kill innocent people indiscriminately?"

Long Aotian picked up his junior sister with a heavy heart. Upon seeing Long Aotian, the junior sister's face, which was slightly distorted from being hit, cried even more bitterly.

"Nothing much? More than a hundred lives were lost in my princess's residence, isn't that nothing?"

Song Qingyou gave a cold laugh.

"That's because you killed me, my junior sister, and that's why I did it in my grief."

Long Aotian felt sorry for his junior sister and took out the pills.

"Heh... Since that's the case, then kill yourself now! It'll be worth it for those people's lives."

Does grief justify the indiscriminate killing of innocent people?

"How dare you spout such nonsense here?"

Long Aotian looked at Song Qingyou with a headache. How could there be such a persistent and clingy woman?

“I killed him. If you want to do something, come at me. Don’t waste your breath on my senior brother.”

The junior sister stared at Song Qingyou like a venomous snake, a few teeth missing from her mouth, making her speech a little lisp.

"okay!"

Song Qingyou nodded, the golden blade in her hand gleaming brightly.

“Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner.”

"stop!"

Long Aotian shielded his junior sister from view.

"My woman, Long Aotian's woman, is not someone to be bullied by others."

"So you're going to pay for your junior sister's life? Those more than a hundred lives aren't going to be forgotten so easily."

A sarcastic smile appeared on Song Qingyou's lips.

"Senior brother..."

"Junior sister..."

Both of them wore resolute expressions.

Ni Chang looked at them with envy, wondering if her brother Ao Tian would treat her this well in the future.

"When will this cycle of revenge end! Since it concerns the next realm, why is this young lady still being so aggressive?"

An aged voice suddenly rang out.

Song Qingyou only felt a powerful pressure that suppressed her.

"Be careful, there's a Nascent Soul cultivator here."

The black dragon gave a hint.

"..."

Song Qingyou was speechless. Aren't Nascent Soul cultivators all reclusive masters? How come they have time to drink tea in such a bustling city?

That's absolutely disgusting.

The male lead's aura is just that powerful.

As soon as something happened, someone immediately came to help, and the people who helped were very capable!

Song Qingyou really couldn't help but curse the heavens.

Even though she tried to hold it in, blood still seeped from her lips.

"Are you OK!"

Yuwen Wuji quickly reached out to support her.

"nothing."

Song Qingyou's face turned somewhat pale.

"Little girl, it's best to be forgiving when you can. Things in the next realm shouldn't get involved with the True Spirit Realm!"

An old man walked in from outside. He was wearing a white Taoist robe and had an air of otherworldly wisdom.