The author travels through the revenge war

Since that day, Zhou Aoling hadn't come to Yang Baoqiu, perhaps to prepare something.Yang Baoqiu was also happy and relaxed, and studied academic issues by himself.

After a few days of such a stormy prospect, I finally encountered the so-called fuse.

——The martial arts masters who participated in the Penglai Island incident, no matter whether they are white or black, all went to Penglai Island by boat.But suddenly there was no audio.The past few days have been calm and the weather is excluded. We can only guess that something difficult has happened.

When this incident reached Yang Baoqiu's ears, he knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for had appeared for a long time.Zhou Aoling is about to take action.

Shen Fengyin encountered a difficult situation, whether it was true or not, she expected that Yang Baoqiu would not take the risk of crushing his waist card and make Shen Fengyin worse.

It is a pity that I closed the half-read book.Put it back on the bookshelf.Yang Baoqiu stepped out of here.

In the past few days, he only read books after drinking the medicine sent by Lu Yun.Therefore, under the accumulation of drugs, there is still a response.Fortunately, what he ate was not poisonous flowers and plants, otherwise he would really be slaughtered.

"Young master." The guard greeted him politely, and Yang Baoqiu nodded to him before entering the door.

The gate guard secretly glanced at the jade pendant on his waist.Earlier, he heard from his brother that this young master had the badge of a supervisor. At that time, he thought it was someone else who lied to him.Now even he saw it with his own eyes.Seeing that the rumor that the leader favored him is true.

This is where the Demon Cult stores medicinal herbs.Yang Baoqiu came here to prepare the antidote.As for the tail behind.Zhou Aoling is going to have a falling out with him tomorrow at the latest, so why are you afraid of her?

What Lu Yun gave him must be removed, but the Sangong poison he took at the beginning could not be completely removed, at most it would weaken the effect so that he could hold Zhou Aoling for a while.

If he remembered correctly, the other deputy leader of the Devil's Cult will also be back today.When the time comes, he can complete the task without having to clean up Zhou Aoling himself, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

As soon as Yang Baoqiu drank the decocted medicine, the sound of fighting came from outside the door, stimulating his nerves.

coming!

He clenched his fist nervously.Success or failure depends on whether the other deputy leader can come back.

"Zhou Aoling! You turned out to be a traitor!"

The hall master found it inconceivable that people who were usually called brothers and sisters suddenly turned swords and swords. The demon sect disciples were divided into two factions to fight each other.It seems that they are evenly matched, but the opponent has Zhou Aoling who has the highest martial arts and is still idle.As long as she does it, she has no chance of winning.

Gritting her teeth tightly, her veins suddenly popped out, "Why on earth! Why are you doing this!"

"Of course it's because Shen Fengyin is not worthy of being the leader of the Devil's Cult." Zhou Aoling's pretty face was a little distorted. It’s not good for this Demon Cult, why not let me come!”

"The leader hasn't come back yet, how can you make a conclusion so early! Why don't you ask him when he comes back!" Another hall leader also tried to stop him and said.

"He even gave him the badge of the inspector, so there's nothing he can't do!" Zhou Aoling stared at the hall master who interrupted, "Now, do you want to continue to persevere, or rely on me?"

"Wait, I swear to the death that I will not betray the leader!"

"That's good." Zhou Aoling smiled evilly, "Then don't blame me for disregarding the brotherhood in the past."

She held the whip in her hand, and it looked like she was about to make a move.As long as she joins the battle, the battle will definitely be one-sided.

"Deputy leader, the Demon Cult is your painstaking effort! Are you really willing to destroy it yourself?!" A congregation who once worshiped Zhou Aoling questioned while beating.

"Don't tell her too much. This woman has gone completely crazy in order to gain power." On the altar, some ethereal voices sounded.

Everyone looked for the reputation.I saw Yang Baoqiu in Tsing Yi, looking at the battlefield under his feet with a serious expression.

He pulled out the sword from his waist, and the sword reflected a frightening light in the sun.Pointing at Zhou Aoling.

"No matter how good you were in the past." Zhou Aoling raised her eyebrows, "Do you think that you can still rival me now?"

A person who has been poisoned by flowers and plants for so long, it is reasonable to say that it is not convenient for him to move, let alone fight against a master.Is this person ignorant of common sense or something?

"How will you know if you don't try it?" Yang Baoqiu suddenly burst out with extremely deep internal energy.He swallowed the blood rushing to his throat, then stretched out his left hand and hooked his index finger to Zhou Aoling.

"Okay, whether you live or die today, I will admire you." After so long, I can still have such profound inner strength.Most importantly, have the courage to use inner strength again for others.Zhou Aoling asked herself that it was absolutely impossible.

Her expression became serious, she waved the whip in her hand, and luckily climbed onto the altar.

The moment she landed, Yang Baoqiu rushed to meet her preemptively.

He also knew that he would not last long.

Zhou Aoling blocked Yang Baoqiu's attack with a whip, and then hit the whip with his backhand.

Yang Baoqiu dodged to dodge the whip, his body was a little paralyzed because of the poisoning, his left arm was still scratched by the whip, and it was burning hot.

Gritting his teeth, he knew that he didn't have much time to come, so he had to make a quick decision.

Yang Baoqiu's right arm trembled, and the internal force was poured into the sword continuously.He jumped towards Zhou Aoling on tiptoe.The sword in his hand turned into countless lights and shadows and sprinkled towards Zhou Aoling.

This is the most powerful sword move he has learned. I have forgotten what it is called. I only know that this move is extremely harmful to the sword. If it is not some magic weapon, Fan Tie will be broken if he uses it just once. .

The power of this sword is enough to affect everyone in the audience.

Zhou Aoling was surrounded by sword energy within a radius of three feet, no matter how he dodged in any direction, he couldn't dodge it.She was forced to take this trick hard.

The whip in her hand hardened in an instant, no longer soft, but as hard as steel.Zhou Aoling's ability is hardening!

Just listening to the sound of 'ding', the two intersected and sparks burst out.

Time seemed to stop at that moment.

When everyone came back to their senses, Yang Baoqiu and Zhou Aoling turned their backs to each other.

In the next second, Zhou Aoling's whip turned into two sections.The sword in Yang Baoqiu's hand also turned into powder.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Yang Baoqiu knelt on one knee, supported his weight with his right hand, and tried his best to stay awake.

Damn it, why didn't that person come!

Zhou Aoling is also having a hard time at this time.Yang Baoqiu's internal strength can be said to be very strong, if it wasn't for the poisoning, it would definitely not be her standing at this moment.

But... the fact now is that she won!

Put on a triumphant smile.

Bending down to pick up the fragment of Yang Baoqiu's sword, Zhou Aoling slowly approached him.

"The game is about to end. You lose."

Yang Baoqiu calmly closed his eyes.At this point he had no strength to resist.If the sky wants him to die, he can't do it if he doesn't die, but if the sky doesn't let him die, how can Zhou Aoling, a mere supporting role, do it!

"It's true that there are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are called kings." A slightly smiling voice sounded from the roof.

Zhou Aoling raised his head in surprise, while Yang Baoqiu calmly allowed himself to be confused.

It's finally here...

"How is he?" After being in a coma for an unknown amount of time, Yang Baoqiu finally woke up in a daze, and the first words he heard were that familiar voice.

"I have already solved the poison for him, and the rest is left to his own good luck."

"What do you mean? The poison is gone, why is he still awake?"

"What do you think Xi Asakusa and Gu Luohua are?" Another voice said mockingly, "This kid has been poisoned for so long, and finally forced himself to use his internal force to fight Zhou Aoling. It's amazing. But To be a hero, he must bear the corresponding consequences."

The conversation seemed to come to an end, and Yang Baoqiu's consciousness darkened again.

……

The consciousness came back again, and it could be felt that Shen Fengyin was the only one in the room.

His warm palms rested on his cheeks.

"Brother leader, wake up quickly. I will never leave you alone again."

The person on the bed didn't respond.Shen Fengyin sighed softly, then left.

……

Carefully kiss the lips of the person on the bed, but dare not go deeper.

Wet his lips with saliva, Shen Fengyin got up after thinking about it for a long time.

"Liu Xiqiu, if you don't get up again, I'll tell your brother about you! Aren't you afraid to make him worry..." Shen Fengyin's voice was a little haggard.

Want to get up, want to comfort him, want to tell him, I'm fine.

The resentment in his heart seemed to have disappeared, Yang Baoqiu wanted to wake up, but he was powerless.He could only allow himself to fall into the darkness again.

This time, I played too much, I won't lose myself... I don't want to be a vegetable!

……

Xiumei, who had been silent for a long time, frowned slightly, and Yang Baoqiu opened his eyes weakly, scanning the environment he was in.Shen Fengyin's bedroom.

Although he has been in a coma for a long time, he still has a certain degree of consciousness. Shen Fengyin uses his mouth to transfer liquid to himself for three meals a day, so now he doesn't feel too hungry.

He tried a little hard to sit up, but failed two or three times, and fell back on the bed again.

"Bang!" The sound of ceramics falling to the ground was extremely ear-piercing.

Yang Baoqiu turned his head hard and looked towards the door.

Curved the corner of his mouth: "You dropped my meal on the floor."

Perhaps it was because he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse, but still nice.

Shen Fengyin stood there, rarely at a loss.

"I, go get another bowl." After finishing speaking, she really wanted to turn around and leave.

"No need." Yang Baoqiu was amused, the corners of his mouth curled up even more, "I'm not hungry yet."

"That." Shen Fengyin stood there, neither leaving nor returning.

Yang Baoqiu moved: "Can you help me up? I can't seem to sit up on my own."

Shen Fengyin pursed her lips, then walked forward, lifted him up with trembling hands, put him on a cushion, and let him lean on the bed.

"I thought you'd never wake up again."

"How could it be? Didn't I promise you that I will give you an answer on the day when the poison is detoxified?" Yang Baoqiu took a sip of the hot tea handed over by Shen Fengyin, "How long have I been in a coma?"

"It's been more than a year..." Shen Fengyin, who had recovered from the sober joy of the person he likes, said viciously, "What are you talking about, are you stupid? Knowing that you can't use your internal strength and yet..."

"If I don't do this, I'm afraid the Demon Cult will change hands." Yang Baoqiu curled his lips.

One year, the plot is really powerful, it just dragged the time until this time.

"Yes, it was thanks to you back then." Shen Fengyin replied absently at first, and then said a little nervously, "Can you tell me your answer?"

Yang Baoqiu raised his head, his eyes met, he could clearly see the uneasiness in Shen Fengyin's eyes.

"I reject."

He finally answered like this.

After a brief silence, Shen Fengyin stood up and walked out the door: "I'll get you something to eat."

"You are the leader of the Devil's Cult. I can't just kill you like this. It's not that I don't want to, but I can't. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand." Shen Fengyin smiled wryly.

"..." Yang Baoqiu was silent, and when he stepped out of the door with one foot, he spoke again, "My poison is cured, I want to go back."

"...Mmm." Shen Fengyin closed the door and left.

Three days later, Yang Baoqiu felt the surging internal force in his body, and stood at the foot of the Devil's Cult Mini Mountain with his little luggage on his shoulders.

It's time to say goodbye, goodbye, Shen Fengyin.

Goodbye, big bastard.

Resolutely turned and left.

Shen Fengyin sat on the tree, stared blankly at Yang Baoqiu's back, and became more and more desolate.

Blood was dripping from his clenched right hand, but he still clenched it tighter as if he felt no pain.

Until he could no longer see the man's back, a wry smile rose from the corner of his mouth, and he raised the wine in his hand.

Drink it all in one gulp.

A piece of white paper that was once full of words was shaken into powder and scattered under the tree.

Your poison has been cured, but mine has penetrated deep into the bone marrow...

--------------------------End of Shen Fengyin--------------------- --

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