Until now, Zhu Qingsheng knew that he had always been entrusted. Luo Qitao was a world-class master after all. Even if he was seriously injured, he was always taller than him. Seeing that the Dahao Mingzhong was about to cover his head, Zhu Qingsheng was very anxious and frightened, and his mind was messy. What should he do?

A wisp of black mist fell down the top of his head and slowly wrapped around his neck. As long as Dahao Mingzhong buckled it, his neck could be cut off. Zhu Qingsheng wanted to release the white jade ruler, but was firmly sucked by Luo Qitao's true power and his arms. Seeing the sneer on the corner of his mouth getting bigger and bigger, like a poisonous snake catching prey cold and cold, a sudden light of inspiration flashed in his mind, which was a move to capture weapons in the Purple Martial Arts.

The Purple Martial Arts is a magical skill created by Changle, an unparalleled man in Anyang. He specializes in martial arts and is light on Taoist mental methods. He is extremely masculine and fierce, flexible and changeable. No martial arts in the world can be the right one. Zhu Qingsheng felt that he had benefited a lot when he first looked at the path of the door. At this moment, he remembered the "Dian" technique in the Six Martial Arts. There was a move that could seize weapons and turn it into his own use. He didn't think too much about it. He flipped from left to right and kicked Luo Qitao's chest with a kick.

This move is very strange. The Danzhong point is a major acupoint in the human body and is the most important acupoint in the Renmai. Even if Luo Qitao has a profound cultivation level, he couldn't bear it. His true energy was blocked in his chest, and his left hand suddenly released the white jade ruler, and even the Dahao Ming Bell paused for a moment.

Zhu Qingsheng hurriedly took back the white jade ruler, turned around in the air, and fell quietly to the ground. He felt cold all over and sweat spread out. This escape from death actually exhausted most of his strength.

Luo Qitao felt that he was blocking his chest in one breath and could not breathe it out. He quickly ran a few little Zhou Tian to think it was better. This move was too weird and fast, and he couldn't remember which trick it was. Looking at him, how many things were hidden in this kid, like deep algae under the sea. After he let him go, he would definitely be a Sima Yuan and a similar person. For a moment, he was jealous and angry. He slapped his left palm in the air, and the Dahao Ming Bell buzzed and rushed towards Zhu Qingsheng.

After Zhu Qingsheng used that move of Purple Martial Arts, he felt something in his heart. There seemed to be something in common between these three magical skills, all of which were pursuing masculinity and sharpness and free operation. Seeing the Dahao Ming Zhong rushing, there seemed to be something hidden in his mind, but he just couldn't figure it out and could only dodge it in a mess.

This time, Luo Qitao tried his best to kill Zhu Qingsheng on the spot. The black light of Dahao Ming Bell flashed like a meteorite falling to the ground, rushing towards Zhu Qingsheng quickly.

What exactly was that move? Zhu Qingsheng's mind was slashing, as if he was covered with a thick layer of cloth. He could see the general shape, but he couldn't understand what it looked like. He lay down and rolled away from Luo Qitao's move. The wind roared in his ears. Luo Qitao had already rushed in and hit the ground he had just lying past. The broken gravel and the thorny earth slashed his face.

Luo Qitao shouted angrily: "Little thing, die." He slammed down with a palm.

Everything was clearly clear in my eyes. Luo Qitao's fierce and vicious eyes were flying into his left palm quickly. Everything was clearly seen in my eyes. The move in my mind became clearer and clearer, and I finally knew what it was.

His arms and two true energy surged, and all the white jade ruler was penetrated from his fingers. He flew up in the air, his legs intertwined, clamping Luo Qitao's left hand. As his thoughts came, the two true energy quickly merged and separated in the white jade ruler. Like two long snakes that were swiftly swiftly, they rushed out of the white jade ruler, swirling backwards through Luo Qitao's heart, and suddenly hit the ground, stirring up waves of dust and smoke.

Despite this, Luo Qitao's palm weakened a little, and he still slapped Zhu Qingsheng's chest firmly, knocking him out, flying over seven or eight feet, and hitting the courtyard wall.

Zhu Qingsheng's bones were scattered, and several of his ribs were broken. His internal organs seemed to have been bleeding. He suddenly spurted out blood and fell to the ground and turned into a ball of black ice. He fell softly to the ground, unable to move a finger. In a daze, seeing the Dahao Mingzhong landing on the ground with a "clang" sound, Luo Qitao touched his empty heart in disbelief and leaned backwards and fell down. When he heard Zhong Bai's urgent voice, "Oh, it's too late." Then he could not feel anything.

Around the surroundings was a boundless darkness, empty and ignorant, as if it had become one with the darkness. Zhu Qingsheng was swimming in the dark without joy or sorrow, and without feeling. A faint figure flashed by, as if a woman with a beautiful appearance, holding a long rope in her hand, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying. He seemed to recognize it, but he couldn't remember it. He floated for a while, and suddenly felt a burst of thirst, and his eyelids moved, and a blurred light flashed.

He suddenly felt dizzy and hot all over, especially on his chest, as if a big stove was born. The fierce flames were burning his heart, lungs and internal organs. His whole body seemed to be on fire. He couldn't even feel his hands and feet. His mouth was dry and thirsty, but his eyes were blurred and he could only see the bright sunshine. He tried hard to see clearly, but he couldn't see clearly. When his head hurt, he fainted again.

His head was dizzy, Zhu Qingsheng woke up again. This time he slowly saw the scene around him. He was lying on a bed. It was pitch black outside the window. It was probably late at night. A little dim candlelight on the table was swaying, dragging out a long shadow. He lay on his right hand, his black hair was dripping, and his hands were lying on the edge of the bed.

Zhu Qingsheng felt warm in his heart. His throat was dry and he could only make a hoarse voice: "Miss II, Miss II."

Hua Nong let out a low "um" sound, turned his head gently and continued to fall asleep.

Zhu Qingsheng sighed inwardly. He didn't know how long he had been in a coma. He secretly sensed his injuries. His heart and lungs were cold and there was something hot and hot on his chest, as if he was healing his injuries. Although he couldn't die, he was not much better. Thinking of what happened before he was unconscious, he tried his best to kill Luo Qitao, but he couldn't believe this. Maybe it was an hallucination when he was in a coma.

His throat is dry and unbearable now, as if he had been exposed to the sun for three days and three nights. He was extremely uncomfortable and said softly: "Miss Second, Miss Second, wake up quickly." This throat sounded too badly by himself, as if he had a throat of sand in his mouth.

Hua Nong said in a daze: "Don't call me, I'll sleep for a while." After saying this, she took a few breaths and suddenly raised her head. She saw Zhu Qingsheng's gentle eyes looking at him, wanting to laugh, but tears flowed out in a bad mood. She wanted to raise her hand and punch him, but when she saw his chest, she slowly put it down, and her heart was filled with sorrow and joy, and she choked and said, "Boy, you don't listen to me so much, I will ignore you again in the future."

Zhu Qingsheng was very moved. Thinking that he had been in a coma for so long, the second lady must have been by his side, so he was trapped by the bed and fell asleep. He slowly said, "I will never dare again. Second lady, if you have time, can you pour me a glass of water? I will die of thirst." After saying this, his throat felt like it was torn apart.

"Hmph, it's best for you to be thirsty." Although Hua Nong said this, she still stood up and poured a cup of clear water, took a small white porcelain spoon, and slowly poured it into it along Zhu Qingsheng's lips.

After three porcelain spoons of clear water were put down, Zhu Qingsheng suddenly felt a lot, his throat was not so dry and tingling, but his chest was hot on the outside and cold on the inside, and it was really uncomfortable. At this time, his arm could move. He slowly raised his right arm, held Hua Nong's left hand, sighed, and said, "Miss II, sit for a while, I thought I could not see you, I wanted to take a good look at you."

Hua Nong said, "Who made you so disobedient? You have never heard what I said." She sat beside the bed, saw Zhu Qingsheng's pale face, felt pity for the pain in her heart, slowly put his hand on her cheek, felt his body temperature, and said softly: "You guy, you are not."

Zhu Qingsheng smiled and said, "I'll be much better if I have Miss II here." He stared at Hua Nong's eyes and said slowly, "Miss II, you are so beautiful."

Hua Nong snorted: "It's all like this, and she's still slick," she paused, and then said: "Boy, I won't leave you this time. You can watch as long as you want." She seemed to regret the events that day.

"Okay, Miss Second should not leave me alone for the rest of her life," Zhu Qingsheng touched her cool and soft cheeks, remembering the cold and cold true energy of her Goddess Peak, and said with a smile: "Miss Second, kiss me."

Hua Nong's face turned red when she heard this. She immediately let go of his right hand, turned around, and whispered: "Boy, when is it now? You are still thinking about it and bullying me."

Zhu Qingsheng slowly stroked her back and said, "Miss II, Miss II, do you know? When I was unconscious, all I thought of was you, all your laughter and your crying. I thought I would never see you anymore. Oh, it's just this time, it's good."

Hua Nong's cheeks were hot, she turned around and looked at his eyes, and whispered: "Boy, you're talking about this one time. For your illness, I only allow you to do this once." She stroked her hair behind her back, her cheeks were flushed like a burn, and closed her eyes and slowly lowered her head.

Touching her cool and soft lips, like the clear snow in Tianshan Mountains touched in the bright sunshine in June, he couldn't bear it and slowly sucked her lips. A heat came from his throat. He suddenly bit Hualan's lips, and the faint true energy in his body flowed, as if the afternoon of Shennongjia, her true energy was drawn out from Hualan's lips, guiding the cold and cold true energy flowed into his chest, suppressing the cold true energy and the hot air, and circulating it for a few times, he felt much better.

Hua Nong was bitten by him and suddenly felt a heat coming. From the lips, along the meridians to the lower abdomen, it was like a handful of hot fire exploded all over the body, like spring water breaking ice, Xia Yang was muddy, her consciousness was blurred, her eyes were confused, and her whole body felt endless relaxation and comfort, as if soaked in a warm spring water, she couldn't help but hug Zhu Qingsheng tightly, wishing that he could tear himself apart and suck him dry.

She sobbed, full of deep affection and fire-like thoughts, and murmured in a low voice: "Boy, hug me, hug me."
Chapter completed!