Chapter 1389

Jinghua City, Yunshan District, Yunshan district.

A blue god rainbow came from the sky and went straight to the sixth floor of the old apartment.

Seeing Meng Ran's arrival, the old man who was sleepy on the bamboo deck chair immediately blew his beard and glared at him and said:

"I said that you boy, you don't leave the door, you like to turn over the window, right?"

Meng ran glanced at Yin Ping lightly. The master of Tai Chi, who was originally blowing his beard and staring at the eye, immediately stopped fighting.

Although Meng Ran is no longer able to concentrate his mind, his hundred Zhang Dharma on that day was too shocking. Rao, the master of Taiji, was also afraid of the 18-year-old boy in front of him.

Especially today's Meng ran, with long snow-white hair and shoulders, is filled with a sense of coolness and indifference. Where is he still a young boy, he is clearly an immortal among the people who come to the earth!

In the face of Meng Ran's indifferent eyes, Yin Ping does not dare to say more.

"Ah Xue didn't have any special symptoms?"

The white haired boy standing with his hands on his back, his eyes flowing with magic power, looks directly at Yin Qingxue, who is lying in bed quietly and soundly, through the wall.

When it comes to the young lady, the old man is not fighting at all. He is about to question Meng ran, but when Yin Ping and Meng ran look at each other coldly, the whole person is just like a rubber ball.

Sigh:

"since you cast that spell, miss, she has been in a coma. I said Meng Xiaozi Little friend, what kind of magic arts did you cast on Miss? Do you have to tell me? Otherwise, I have no bottom in my heart. "

The old man sighed and looked worried.

However, Meng ran only faintly returned to him: "it's good to wait. With your realm, you can't understand this magic."

Having said that, Meng ran went to Yin Qingxue's boudoir, and ignored the powerful immortal.

Looking at Meng Ran's back, Yin Ping felt his face full of frustration. He had lived for hundreds of years, but he was afraid of an 18-year-old boy.

Yin Ping twists his long beard and looks cloudy and clear.

"What is the origin of this son? Even if he is a banished immortal, he should not be so strong as this? It's time to talk to the old man. "

In her boudoir, Yin Qingxue, who is in a deep coma, lies motionless on the bed of Simmons.

Looking at the missing love for thousands of years, Meng ran only felt the pain in xianzun's heart. Now his face is full of tears.

"A Xue, I will never let you have anything! Even if you give up the position of xianzun fruit, it will be difficult to climb to the top of Xiandao in this life, and I will save you back! "

How can Yin Ping know that Yin Qingxue's coma is even Meng ran at a loss!

Even Meng ran, the true formula of Nirvana, has been used. However, the first healing skill of the universe can't make Yin Qingxue recover from coma!

Under all kinds of helplessness, Meng ran had to inject part of his vitality into Yin Qingxue's body in an attempt to wake it up.

Meng ran didn't expect that Yin Qingxue would be in a coma for no reason. Now, Meng ran lacks skills and can only ask Yin Ping to take care of him.

After all, there is an old man who is comparable to the monk of jiedan realm. Looking at China, no one dares to attack Yin Qingxue.

"Ah Xue, why didn't you let me kill that witch? It is impossible for these two people to know each other. "

Meng ran gently caresses Yin Qingxue's quiet jade face and is slightly lost in meditation.

At this time, Meng Ran's mind suddenly sounded a neigh of dragon and horse.

"Yiya..."

"Xiaoyi? Are you awake? "

Meng ran can't help but be happy. After the war, Longma and Yin Qingxue are both in a severe coma.

"Master brother, come back quickly. I seem to remember some things..."