If you reincarnate into a saint, I will do it right away

Feeling that the strength on the shield disappeared, the leader did not immediately withdraw his defense, but waited for a moment. After confirming that the frost mark had no strength to maintain, he slowly poked his head out and took a closer look.

Then he hid behind the shield and kicked the frost mark that fell on the ground. After seeing that it was kicked aside and showed no reaction, he took a deep breath and dispersed the shield.

He held his broken arm in pain, looked around again, and after confirming that none of his subordinates survived, he cursed angrily: "Smelly bitch! The force I worked so hard to build is gone, and I still have to die." One arm, I must kill you today!"

He walked up to Ling Shuang angrily, roughly pulled Ling Shuang's hair and lifted her head up, turning her over so that she was lying on her back.

He first slapped Ling Shuang hard on the face to vent his anger. Ling Shuang's pretty face instantly became red and swollen.

He felt the thrill of revenge, slapped her twice more, then grabbed her chest and kneaded it hard, and spat: "You damn woman has a pretty figure, but now I'm the one to take advantage of everything! Hahahaha!" I am the final winner!!!"

However, before his actions could continue, a cold chill suddenly appeared around Ling Shuang. The leader felt that his soul was about to be frozen, and his brain became dull, so he did not realize what happened. .

It wasn't until a bare hand held his remaining arm that was still messing around that he woke up.

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound, followed by a howl like a killing pig.

"what!!!"

The leader's arm was pinched off, and the forearm was even folded outward to form a ninety-degree angle with the upper arm.

He was in agony, but the hand holding his arm was still tightening. No matter how he rolled, he could not break away from the slender hand like an iron pincer.

"Help...save...I was wrong...let me go...I was wrong..." He begged frantically for mercy, just wanting the other person to let go.

But it was clear that this was in vain.

In the end, his arm bones were crushed hard, and he was almost unconscious from the pain. Watching this process with his own eyes also dealt a devastating blow to his mind.

He had already seen clearly that it was Ling Shuang who was lying on the ground who did it. Her eyes that should have been closed were now staring at him as if she were looking at a dead person. There were even red marks on her face, and she could vaguely distinguish the shape of a slap.

At this moment, he deeply regretted why he provoked this ancestor. He also couldn't understand why Ling Shuang, who had obviously fallen, would wake up again and his strength would be turned upside down.

He knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to Ling Shuang, begging for mercy: "Please, please, I know I was wrong, please let me go! I have no choice but to act under orders... ...please..."

Ignoring his plea for mercy, Ling Shuang stood up on her own, looked at her whole body, frowned slightly, and said softly: "Why is it hurt so badly? The soul is also..."

Immediately, her cold eyes looked at the leader again, but she did not rush to kill him. Instead, she gathered a chair made of ice behind her. While sitting down elegantly, she waved her bare hands over her body, and the injuries all over her body were visible to the naked eye. Visible speed of healing.

After doing all this, she folded her legs, raised the leader's chin with one toe, and asked: "By order? Whose order?"

"Yes...it's Liu Zhenlong! I am Liu Zhenlong's subordinate, and he gave the order this time!" the leader hurriedly replied.

"Liu Zhenlong? Who is he?" Ling Shuang asked lightly.

Although he was surprised that the saint didn't recognize Liu Zhenlong, he immediately replied: "It's the deputy master of the Lingjiao Ming Palace!"

Ling Shuang thought for a moment and sneered: "Oh, a member of the Spiritual Cult? How dare he?"

Despite her doubts, Ling Shuang could see that he was not lying, but this did not mean that she planned to let him go.

"Yes, yes! It's him! He is so bold and arrogant that he dares to offend the Holy Lady. He deserves to die!" The leader scolded Liu Zhenlong desperately, hoping to survive.

Ling Shuang just chuckled, and then she retracted her toes and stepped heavily on his head. She pressed her heels against his forehead and trampled him hard on the ground.

"So what? This injury is your own handiwork, right? And what you did just now is enough for me to kill you a thousand times or ten thousand times!"

Kicking him away, she grabbed his throat before he hit the ground. Ling Shuang looked at him contemptuously and said: "It's just a dirty and ugly insect. This body belongs to her, and it also belongs to me. Only we can touch it!”

"How dare you even think about it? It's unforgivable."

After saying that, he waved his left index finger downwards, and the leader was cut off.

He arched up in pain and wanted to cry out, but his throat was grabbed again, and his whole face turned the color of pig liver.

Ling Shuang tilted her head to admire his pain, and with a few more swipes of her fingers, he was cut into a human stick.

The pain in his head was so painful that he just wanted to faint, but his consciousness was so stimulated that he could only passively bear this inhuman pain.

He forced out his voice and said hoarsely: "Kill... kill me... please... kill... me..."

"Haha, if that's the case, then I'll satisfy you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the leader felt that his whole body had become extremely cold, his blood seemed to be frozen, and the rest of his body gradually became numb and lost consciousness.

However, the tearing pain also weakened, and it seemed a little better.

However, not long after, another kind of pain enveloped him. He clearly felt that the inside of his body was freezing, his physiological functions were frozen, and his vitality was blocked. This fear of watching himself die slowly enveloped him, making him until The moment consciousness completely disappeared, I couldn't get out of it.

He casually discarded the frozen human-shaped ice cubes. Ling Shuang looked around and understood everything in one glance. He walked to the box containing Liu Kezhu, waved his hand to open the box, and raised his hand in Liu Kezhu's direction. Inhaling, a black air entered Ling Shuang's hands from her body.

With a gentle squeeze, and a faint scream, the black air dissipated, and Liu Kezhu's brows gradually relaxed, and he fell into a deep sleep of exhaustion.

Ling Shuang covered the box and let her have a good rest, then raised her hand and the entire warehouse was frozen in an instant.

The walls, floor, and ceiling were all covered in frost, completely sealing off the warehouse.

"Now, no one can disturb me..."

She looked down at herself and felt that it was not clear enough, so she waved her hand and made an ice mirror in front of her, stood in front of the mirror and began to appreciate herself carefully.

The catkins caressed every corner from top to bottom, and she gradually fell into a strange state, with a flush on her face and intoxication in her eyes.

"This is her body...and mine...perfect...flawless..."

she murmured softly.

Touching the button, he unbuttoned it with a flick, and then let the clothes slide off freely, and then continued to untie the last restraints. What was exposed in front of the mirror was a pure white work of art.

It is like a creation of God, with no flaw to be found, and every curve is in perfect proportion.

She leaned against the mirror and muttered to herself: "Shuang...I have waited for too long and endured for too long. Today, let's just collect some interest..."

A strange chair appeared behind him. The back of the chair was sloping. The back of the seat was narrow and the front was wide. There was plenty of room for leg movement. The armrests were extremely long and gradually tilted upwards, opening to both sides.

Ling Shuang sat naked on the chair, leaning on the back of the chair and putting her slender legs on the armrests, so that she could have a clear view of the scene below through the mirror.

While admiring the beautiful scenery, he stretched out his hand...

……

I don't know how long it took, but Ling Shuang woke up exhausted, feeling inexplicably weak and unmotivated.

Feeling that her posture was a bit strange and uncomfortable to sleep on, she opened her eyes and took a look. As a result, her face turned red instantly.

What the hell?

Isn’t this chair too informal? This is not an armrest, this is a footrest!

How could anyone sit in this posture? No wonder it's uncomfortable.

And this mirror, it’s too shameful to face it at this angle! No, why am I not wearing any clothes? Ahhhhh!

Ling Shuang was so embarrassed that even though she was fascinated by the scene in front of her for a moment, it was still herself, so she couldn't hide her face and play such a trick.

I put my legs down with difficulty, almost lost my balance when I stood up, and found the clothes scattered on the floor, huh? Why is it wet?

Huh? Why is there so much water on the ground? No wonder it’s wet, but where did the water come from?

Ling Shuang had a question mark on her head.