Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 1934: I don’t have a brother like you

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Due to the young man's large movements, the bandage on his body was once again filled with blood.

The girl squatting on the side, crying to help the boy, wants to help him to the bed again.

But the boy insisted on getting out of bed.

"Master...Don't move, if you move on, your hands and feet won't work!" The girl cried with tears on her face.

"You let me go! I want to see my sister...I want..."

His words are not finished yet.

I heard an extremely clear voice: "Ziling, let him go."

The girl squatting on the ground suddenly raised her head and looked forward in surprise.

A girl in red stood coldly in front of them, like a waterfall of green silk, simply holding a girl's hair on her side.

That face is ordinary and unremarkable.

But with those evil eyes, they recognized the girl's identity with just one glance.

Ziling’s throat was dry, and it took a long time to spit out two words: "Miss..."

Ye Qingluo looked indifferent, with no emotion in his eyes, staring coldly at the two people in front of him: "Ziling, come here."

Ziling instinctively wants to get up.

But the boy's muffled hum by her side made her feel painful.

If she really let go of Ye Fengyu's hand, Ye Fengyu would definitely not be able to stabilize his figure, and he would fall.

Ziling's lips trembled, just about to speak, pleading for Ye Fengyu.

But it was interrupted by Ye Qingluo's cold voice: "Ziling, you are my maid."

Her voice became a little deeper.

Ziling knew that this was the last sign that Ye Qingluo tolerated.

If she insists on helping Ye Fengyu again.

Don't say whether she will be driven out by Ye Qingluo.

I am afraid that Ye Fengyu will be implicated.

Not to mention...

Ye Qingluo would not be willing to be injured by Ye Fengyu.

Ziling tightened his lips, and carefully released the hand holding Ye Fengyu.

Immediately, I walked slowly to Ye Qingluo's side.

The girl has faded away from her immature, beautiful face, extremely delicate.

The legs have been healed, and she walks steadily. It is hard to see that she used to have a disability with inconvenient legs.

Ye Qingluo just glanced at it and saw that Zi Ling is now a profound practitioner in the seventh stage of Huang Xuan.

Although, this profound stage is extremely humble in terms of Ye Qingluo.

However, with Zi Ling's aptitude, in just a few months, an ordinary person with no foundation in cultivation became a profound practitioner.

It can be seen that it is no longer a so-called waste.

She just lacked an opportunity.

Ye Qingluo took her gaze back from Zi Ling's body.

Immediately, he settled on Ye Fengyu.

She squinted her eyes slightly and put her hands around her chest, so she could take a moment to look at the young man who was kneeling on the ground and gasping for breath.

She curled her lips, showing a playful sneer: "Don't you want your hands and feet, don't you even want your life? Then stand up and walk in front of me."

"Miss..." Zi Ling bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes were full of water.

The two Mu brothers who followed behind, coughed softly: "Qingluo, finally you two brothers and sisters met, don't make the atmosphere so stiff."

Ye Qingluo sneered, with a sneer in his eyes: "Yes, I rushed back from Nanlan Continent because I was worried about him and what happened to the Sanquan Sect. I didn't dare to stop for a moment. Only then did I know that my brother is not afraid of death at all."

"Sister..." Ye Fengyu gasped in pain, his white face was covered with sweat.

He trembled and called Ye Qingluo softly.

"Don't call my sister, I don't have a brother like you who doesn't take his body seriously!" Ye Qingluo rebuked unceremoniously.

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[Still continuing to write~]