The female supporting role of the abusive novel was once again manipulated by the coquettish villain

After returning to their respective bedrooms, Ying Lian sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and meditated, preparing to practice.

Following the memories in her mind, she tried to sink her qi into her dantian, embrace her essence and keep one, and completely entered the state of cultivation.

After the sense of falling dissipated, Ying Lian seemed to have come to a dark and boundless space, only a bright pearl was emitting faint fluorescence, without any resistance, she walked slowly towards that pearl.

She saw dots of sparkling white spiritual power flying around the pearl, entwining, converging, and merging.

But after injecting the pearl, it collapsed and leaked half, and only half melted into it.

Ying Lian was stunned for a moment.

This is like, spiritual power is water, and elixir is a leaky bowl.

Get twice the result with half the effort, and the efficiency is extremely low.

Ying Lian was anxious, she didn't dare to slack off, she had to become a strong one.

Although she doesn't know what level the villain's strength has reached, but if she is strong enough, not to mention killing the villain, at least she can fight back.

Ying Lian frowned, she didn't find the reason why the golden core was broken in her memory.

The original book mainly describes the growth, love and hatred of Shen Chiyue and Su Linhua, and does not mention Ying Lian in detail, and Ying Lian himself doesn't seem to care much.

Ying Lian is now in the late Golden Core stage, if she can't try to repair her core, the chances of her warding off the Nascent Soul's lightning calamity will be greatly reduced.

It seems that there is one more important thing than finding the villain right now.

midnight.

The moonlight is as hazy as water, and the silence in the dark night is a good hypnotist.

After all, Ying Lian is a modern soul, and she can't cultivate like the original body without sleep.

Not long after, the girl fell into a deep sleep in a daze.

is a dream.

"Ah Lian, senior sister, you, you swallow this elixir quickly, quickly."

Ying Lian, who was bound by iron chains, was covered in blood and her breath was like a gossamer. She tried her best to raise her head slightly when she heard the sound, and opened her eyes to look at the person coming.

The corners of the woman's eyes were red, her eyes were swollen, her hand holding the elixir trembled several times, and her purple gauze was no longer glistening.

Everything on the face reveals the woman's heart.

Su Linhua.

With just one glance, Ying Lian stopped paying attention to her, her crow-black eyelashes drooped, and the indifference around her almost turned into a real ice blade.

Seeing that Ying Lian regarded her as nothing, Su Linhua suppressed the soreness in her heart, and just wanted to reach out and force-feed the pill to her.

But it was firmly locked by a rough and strong hand.

"Linhua, do you want to betray your majesty?" The man's hoarse voice was stern and mocking.

Then with a strong shake of her hand, the woman slammed into the stone pillar beside her, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Regardless of Su Linhua's expression, he ordered to the two burly men in black behind him: "Take her away, Your Majesty wants to see her, don't kill her."

The sound of iron chains rattled, Ying Lian's mind became dizzy, and she couldn't remember how she got to the main hall along the way.

"Wake up."

Obviously casual, the magnetic voice is as moist as jade and the moon, but it is full of momentum, which makes people dare not violate it.

Ying Lian "hissed" from the sudden sharp pain on his body, and frowned, his originally chaotic mind became much clearer.

When she looked up, she saw a man sitting lazily on the gilt throne on the high platform.

The man was tall and tall, wearing a red robe embroidered with gold silk, and his face was covered with a terrifying white ghost mask, making his expression invisible.

Judging by his figure alone, he should be a man of unrivaled elegance.

He saw Ying Lian wake up, looked at her embarrassed posture, and there was something unclear in her piercing eyes.

He leaned on the armrest lightly, got up lazily and slowly, and walked slowly towards her.

step.

step.

Hearing his rhythmic footsteps, Ying Lian's pupils shrank suddenly, her heart beat suddenly, and even her hands couldn't help shaking.

The more she wanted to ignore the fear in her heart, the more it grew like a thorn, until it sucked her flesh and blood and devoured her soul.

The man walked in front of her, admiring her pale face full of fear, he chuckled in satisfaction.

He stretched out his slender jade-like hand with well-defined knuckles, and regardless of the woman's dodge, he squeezed her thin cheeks hard, forcing her to look directly at him.

Ying Lian was in pain, but unable to fight back, he could only stare at him bitterly.

She froze when she saw his eyes.

The devil's eyes... were sparkling like glazed gems.

"Oh, what a hard bone."

"I gave you a chance."

Before Ying Lian could react, he stabbed her abdomen like a blade, tearing open her flesh and blood.

The overwhelming pain hit her, she opened her mouth suddenly, blood overflowed, and her whole body couldn't help twitching.

Dazed before her eyes, she could clearly feel that hand wandering through her flesh and blood, then grabbed her inner alchemy, and pulled it out mercilessly.

Blood splattered.

"The effect of the inner alchemy is not comparable to your body, but it can still be used."

"I gave you a chance."

The man's voice was like a light mist around the moon, it seemed soft, but it implied coldness.

It can easily determine the life and death of a person.

The woman fell in a pool of blood, like a broken doll, her original white Taoist robe was stained with blood, she stared fixedly at the hanging beam, with blood gushing out from her body.

She is going to die.

Must die.

But she wasn't afraid of death at all, on the contrary she was as relaxed as taking off heavy armor.

All her life, she lived like a perfect machine without ego.

The eyelids became heavier, and before she died, there was only one picture left in her mind.

It was a beautiful young man holding a bunch of wild cotton in bloom and giving it to her with a bright smile.

The breeze blew away his long hair in the shawl, rolled up his wide hem, and blew the wild flowers in his arms.

That scene was breathtakingly beautiful.

She was as indifferent as she was, yet she looked at him in a daze.

She didn't tell him.

That was the cheapest gift she had ever received.

Didn't tell him either.

It was the most desirable gift she had ever received.