On the correct way of raising the chest-piercing maniac

[With a clatter, the Yinshuang sword fell to the ground like a piece of spiritually impersonal iron.

Chu Qinghan looked at the hand that passed through his chest, then raised his head inch by inch, Jiang Lingguang's face was familiar yet unfamiliar.

Jiang Lingguang was stunned, as if he didn't expect Chu Qinghan to die so easily by his hands.Warm blood trickled down his wrist, and his fingers seemed to touch Chu Qinghan's beating heart.

Is this person's heart blood actually hot?

A question inexplicably popped up in Jiang Lingguang's mind.

This person is the enemy who killed his parents, treated him harshly for more than ten years, always so lofty, cold and unkind, and made him suffer all kinds of humiliation.

Seeming to have finally realized that his vengeance will be avenged, there was a faint red light in Jiang Ling's eyes, and he grinned a bloodthirsty cruel smile, he could almost hear the sound of Chu Qinghan's heart breaking.

He must clearly remember the face of the enemy's dying and desperate, so as to pay homage to the souls of his parents!

Jiang Lingguang stared at Chu Qinghan's face like an iceberg of ten thousand years, but saw Chu Qinghan's mouth suddenly curled up, revealing a beautiful smile.Surprised that something was wrong, Jiang Lingguang tried to prevent it but it was too late, the distance between the two was too close.

"Ahhhhh..." Jiang Lingguang let out a heart-piercing scream, his dantian was shaken violently, his sea of ​​consciousness was turbulent, and the pain of the shattering golden core made him want to reach out his hand to cover his lower abdomen, but was caught by Chu. Qinghan reached out and hooked his neck.

Blood gushed out from the corner of Chu Qinghan's mouth, and his chest was even more bloody. His stern face was as frozen for thousands of years, but when he was about to die, there was a strange flush: "Break and then stand... rebirth from blood... ...As a teacher, I can only...Ling Guang, take good care of yourself..."

Jiang Lingguang was in a trance under the severe pain, but he felt a cold, neutral and familiar aura rushing towards his dantian, and the violent and scattered zhenqi in his body accepted this aura without any rejection.

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"Master...Master..." The pain has gradually weakened, Jiang Lingguang raised his head hesitantly.

The face of the person in front of him was as white as paper, and his body fell like a jade mountain. The person who was always on top like a banished fairy fell to the dust. 】