Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 1245: Wait for her triumphant return

lnmao.org, the fastest update of the Seventh Miss Scrap: Master Emperor, tap the latest chapter!

"Boom boom boom--"

The violent Xuanguang split the ring to pieces.

The majestic profound power is surging like a tide.

The entire ring was swept by a hurricane in an instant, and the atmosphere of terror filled the surroundings.

"Sister!" Ye Feng stood up quickly, involving the wound on her body.

He frowned his painful brows and inhaled air-conditioning, but still stubbornly wanted to rush to the ring.

"Student Ye Fengyu, calm down!" Dong Huanglang didn't know when he arrived at the waiting area of ​​the second class of Dixuan and stopped Ye Fengyu.

"My sister is on the stage, how can I calm down!" Ye Fengyu's pale little face endured the intense pain.

He strenuously broke Dong Huanglang's hand, his eyes were scarlet.

He saw with his own eyes that his sister was covered by that sword formation!

If...

If those dozens of long swords all hit my sister...

Sister she...

Ye Fengyu didn't dare to think further, his eyes flushed red, struggling to open Dong Huanglang's hand.

Dong Huanglang grasped it very firmly. Seeing that he was still disobedient, he simply trapped him in his arms.

Before he hugged him tightly, Dong Huanglang's collar was pulled abruptly, and Ye Fengyu was forced to loosen him.

Following the pull, stepping back a few steps, fell into a firm embrace.

One hand hugged Dong Huanglang's waist fiercely.

An icy voice sounded in my ears: "He wants to go, let him go."

"Jing?" Dong Huanglang turned his head to look at the indifferent man behind him, frowning and saying, "He is injured in this way. If he rushes to the ring forcibly, he will die."

"That has nothing to do with you." Qi Yijing squinted coldly, and looked at the teenager running to the ring without emotion, "If he wants his sister to lose the game, he will be Shangguan Liuli dug out the Xuanxin Jade and broke the veins, then let him go."

Ye Fengyu's footsteps stopped.

The body, who couldn't stand even standing still, shook slightly, turned his head back with all his strength, and looked at Qi Yijing.

The boy's pale face, no trace of blood.

He gasped heavily and stared at Qi Yijing for a while: "What do you mean by..."

"Ye Qingluo's strength and personality, as a younger brother, don't you know it? Do you think she will do things that are uncertain?"

It is rare for Qi Yijing to patiently answer Ye Fengyu's question.

Ye Fengyu was startled.

It seems...no.

Ye Qingluo will not do things that are uncertain.

She always sets up countless plans for what to do.

For example, a plan to do this.

If the plan fails, what would be the retreat?

She always plans in an orderly manner.

"Since I believe her, I will sit here quietly and wait for her."

Seeing that Ye Fengyu had calmed down, Qi Yijing grabbed Dong Huanglang's wrist and walked towards the waiting area of ​​the second class of Dixuan.

Vaguely, Qi Yijing's low voice can still be heard, floating in the wind into his ears.

He said: "Wait for her and return in triumph."

……

On the ring, the terrifying profound energy continues to expand and spread.

The smile at the corner of Zi Qianqian's mouth became more and more intense, and the murderous intent shot from the bottom of his eyes was hazy in the profound light.

What a super genius!

What contract artifact, the super genius who got the dragon and returned the blood contract to the holy beast!

In the hands of her Zi Qianqian, Ye Qingluo is nothing!

Think of the tomb of the mausoleum, how Ye Qingluo arrogantly taught the people who killed the gods, how to suppress her prestige, how to let them kill the gods, and become a joke...

Even Nangong Feiran... was attracted by Ye Qingluo!