This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 143 Passionate but always seems ruthless

He could accept any punishment, but he couldn't accept Shen Yue's indifference towards him, as if she would give up at any time.

"Master...can I make peach blossom soup for you?"

His eyes were bright, as if he had finally found his own value, flattering and eager.

Shen Yue couldn't help shaking, the indifference exuded from her body became stronger and more awe-inspiring.

Just like the scene when Rong Hua wakes up from a nightmare and sees Shen Yue for the first time, the peach blossoms are swaying, the petals are flying all over the sky, and the thin and slender figure is like a green bamboo, with white clothes blindfolded, which is better than the pink that is all over the sky.

Shen Yue squatted down under the man's scorching gaze of surprise. Even if the man was kneeling on the ground, he was still taller than her, but at this moment he couldn't help but stretch his head towards her.

His forehead had just touched Shen Yue's shoulder, and the tip of his nose was filled with that faint fragrance, very sweet, as if mixed with a strong peach blossom fragrance, but it couldn't cover up the fragrance on her body.

He rubbed against him relyingly, but Shen Yue didn't push him away, which made him couldn't help showing a happy smile, just when he wanted to call out to Master softly and coquettishly, a pair of cold hands touched the back of his neck.

Before Ronghua could even react, severe pain came from the back of his neck, those ice-like fingers seemed to have pierced his flesh, like a knife blade, he couldn't control it anymore, and let out a deep moan Moan in pain.

He heard Shen Yue's cold voice.

"The pain will be gone soon."

She seemed to be comforting, but it didn't seem like she was comforting.

And in this extreme pain, Rong Hua's ears were deaf, his eyes were blind, and he lost all feeling, only the bone-piercing pain came inch by inch, as if breaking all the bones in his body one by one.

"what--"

Weeping like blood, even made the seven orifices of those disciples with relatively low cultivation base bleed.

Rong Hua opened a gap in his eyes in a trance, and he looked at the side face of the fairy in white, like ice and snow that would never melt, calm and cruel.

He was trembling, his whole body was trembling, his head was still resting on the shoulder of the fairy in white, the strong smell of blood from the tip of his nose had covered up the faint fragrance.

"Master, father."

He yelled softly, as if exhausting all his strength.

In his blurred vision, he clearly saw that the immortal in white was still indifferent, just like a jade carving.

The white cloth was pulled down, and she closed her eyes tightly, but her slender and thick eyelashes trembled.

"Master, I'm in so much pain..."

"It hurts, it hurts... kill me..."

"...Let me die."

The white dress had been dyed so badly that the color could not be seen clearly, and her fingers were still tightly gripping the corners of her clothes, her joints were turning blue, and her fingertips were turning white.

His eyelashes were stained with blood, his breath was heavy, short, hoarse and broken, as if someone had strangled his throat.

"Master lied to me... Didn't he say that the pain will stop soon? Why am I hurting more and more?"

Shen Yue's eyes were still tightly closed, and her butterfly-like eyelashes seemed to be about to spread their wings.

Her voice was very low, in his ear, it was like whispering.

"Be patient, just bite me if it hurts, okay?"

But there was never an inch of hesitation in the movement of the back of the neck from the beginning to the end.

Rong Hua couldn't tell where the pain was the most, but for some reason, after hearing Shen Yue's words, he didn't feel so hurt anymore. He was so stupid that he couldn't hide his emotions, and there was a joyful smile on his face , those eyes are like shining stars.

His voice was full of dependence, and he coughed up blood continuously, which also splashed on her body: "Master, look at me, look at me, I won't be in pain anymore."

It snows all year round in Zinc Purity Palace, but this snowflake is different from ordinary snowflakes. If it is on the body, it is not cold, nor does it have any temperature, just like Zinc Purity Palace.

The man begged in a low voice, Shen Yue's eyelashes could no longer calm down, trembling slightly, for a while, she followed the man's wish and slowly opened them.

Those beautiful eyes are enough to eclipse everything in the world.

At this moment, his eyes, which were as clear as sparkling water waves, reflected his appearance alone. He knew that Shen Yue couldn't see him, but he still felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his mind.

He laughed out loud, creepy.

"Master... am I going to die?"

Shen Yue's body froze, her face turned pale again.

The Qing Yunmen disciples outside the barrier couldn't hear any sound, they could only see the tall figure like blood kneeling on the ground, very close to the clean white figure.

Jiang Ling clenched the sword in his hand. He was sweating profusely, but he would be bounced away by Jie's power as soon as he got close.

He could only look at Xuancheng, full of worries.

"Elder Xuancheng, why did you let Shizun go alone, in case the demon god..."

Jiang Ling didn't dare to speak out these horrible conjectures, but his emotions became more and more agitated, and he never took his eyes off the white figure for a moment.

Xuancheng was silent and did not speak, half of his side face was evil and charming, but at the moment his face was not at all serious, the serious aura made the already condensed atmosphere even more depressing.

One of them was also very worried, "That's right, he is a demon god after all! If he suddenly goes crazy, how can the Immortal Venerable stop him by himself?"

The demon god has the power to stand shoulder to shoulder with the god since he was born, but he will be suppressed. When the seal is released at once, then the world will be catastrophe, and the people will be devastated.

Xiyu Xianzun is very strong, but no matter how strong he is, he can't compare to a god.

How could Xuancheng not be nervous, he was also afraid, but when he saw Shen Yue picking out the man's bones, his heart that had been raised was put down.

As long as there is no demon bone, the demon god will fall, and there will be no more demon god after that.

In their eyes, the ferocious and cruel demon god was quietly leaning against Shen Yue's arms, his chin resting on his thin shoulders.

He asked again: "Master wants my life, doesn't he?"

His answer was still silence.

But Rong Hua already knew the answer in silence.

His heart and lungs seemed to be torn, and severe pain hit his whole body. His pupils were dilated, he smiled, and then took the sword in Shen Yue's hand.

Rarely, the voice is not silly, but gentle and pampering.

"How could I dirty Master's hands?"

Shen Yue couldn't see it, but she could hear the sound of the knife piercing into the flesh, as well as the sound of blood falling.

The thick fishy smell at the tip of her nose was almost nauseating, her pale and slender fingertips trembled slightly, and she raised her hand slightly, as if she wanted to touch something.

A soft and warm cheek rubbed against her hand, cute and soft.

Shen Yue touched the corner of his mouth and found that he seemed to be smiling, but his cheeks were wet for a while, not sure if it was blood or tears.

He sighed softly in his ear, as soft as the wind, "Master...are you still angry with me?"

(End of this chapter)