Rebirth: Holding on to the golden thigh and showing off

Huahua held a long sword in her hand and walked hurriedly but did not forget to look around for the trace of the man in gray.

It was this hateful man who lured her here, and at that time he swore that this was the headquarters of the Yi Yang Sect, and everything was just a bait to lure the lone female cultivator.

However, this was also the bitter fruit she suffered for not knowing people well enough.

"Huahua, are you still thinking about revenge?" Xiao Miaomiao was alert to the movements around her.

She noticed the hatred in Huahua's eyes, and the same was true of the other female practitioners around her. Everyone wanted revenge.

"Of course I do. I'm thinking about revenge all the time." Huahua saw the man in gray from a distance, following Boss Qin closely.

But she was not completely sure that she could kill with one blow.

"I'll try my best to help you." Xiao Miaomiao secretly used her spiritual energy to drag several villains backwards, planning to cause a big chaos.

The more chaotic the situation is, the better it is for them.

"Bah! How dare you, a stinky boy, pull me, are you tired of living?"

"Nonsense, it was you who started it first. Are you trying to use me as a shield?"

None of them were willing to give in, and they all thought that the other party was behind it, so they started cursing.

As the saying goes, every evildoer will be punished by his own evildoer. No one wants to be trapped in this cave. The evildoers don’t care who is really holding them back. They will just beat anyone they catch.

They vent their inner fear and anxiety in this way.

"Are you women deliberately blocking my way? Since I can't survive, you can't either." The man with the scar on his forehead stared at Xiao Miaomiao ferociously, with greed and evil flashing in his eyes.

This female cultivator still seems to be a pure and flawless white flower.

Now that the “noble man” can’t enjoy it, it’s better for him to enjoy it alone.

Xiao Miaomiao felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart. Facing the obscene and dirty look of the man with the scar on his forehead, she couldn't help but feel extremely disgusted.

She held the flute tightly in her hands, which was made by Master Qingxuan of Linglong Sect.

The materials used for this flute are all of high-quality quality. If used as a weapon to directly hit the enemy, it will cause considerable damage.

This group of villains are not worthy of listening to the beautiful music played by Xiao Miaomiao. They deserve death.

"Sister Miaomiao, you have to be careful, this person..." Huahua was familiar with this kind of look, she had experienced many such things.

"If you don't want to die, get out of our sight right now and leave quickly."

Huahua held a long sword, with the tip of the sword pointing straight at the man with the scar on his forehead. Although she was filled with fear, she still stood firmly in front of Xiao Miaomiao.

At this moment, the anger in her heart had surpassed the fear, and she gradually no longer felt afraid.

"Hahaha, Huahua, what nonsense are you talking about? Have you forgotten the scene of how you begged desperately under my crotch?" The man with the scar on his forehead chuckled and mocked.

Huahua is a bit overestimating herself by letting herself go.

"But it's normal that you can't remember what I look like. So many men and you..." The man with the scar on his forehead licked his lips unconsciously as he recalled the scene at that time.

"But I remember every part of your body. Oh, yes, especially your red color. The smell is really unforgettable."

After hearing this, Huahua's face instantly turned as pale as paper, and her other hand tightly grasped her sleeve.

The painful memory of being tortured made her dare not look directly at the villain. At this moment, she just wanted to kill the man with the scar on his forehead.

Xiao Miaomiao simply couldn't bear it anymore.

This man's mouth is really stinky. How dare such a villain with insufficient spiritual energy say such nonsense in front of her.

There was only one villain, Xiao Miaomiao, who was not afraid at all.

She suddenly jumped up as lightly as a flying swallow, and swung the flute in her hand, hitting the man with the scar on his forehead hard.

The attack came unexpectedly. The man with the scar on his forehead was immersed in complacency a moment ago, but he was hit hard before he had any time to prepare.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and the ground was covered in scarlet.

“It hurts so much, you bitch.” The man with the scar on his forehead covered his head in pain and fell to the ground wailing.

"Die, all of you die, die, die..." Huahua's eyes turned red due to the blood on the ground. She drew her sword without hesitation and swung it towards the man on the ground.

"Help, brothers, someone come and save me." The man with the scar on his forehead saw that he was surrounded by a group of female cultivators. He was so terrified that he could only shout for help at the top of his lungs.

There was no one coming to rescue him at all.

"It's useless even if you scream at the top of your lungs. No one will come to save you. What? Are you scared?" Xiao Miaomiao looked around with a sneer.

The other villains were already busy with their own business and were desperately trying to squeeze towards the cave entrance. At this moment, no one would care about the life or death of the man with the scar on his forehead.

Even if someone noticed the commotion here, so what? After all, when one is in trouble, who has the time to care about others?

It’s not like I’m being retaliated against by these female cultivators.

When disaster strikes, everyone just runs away.

The female cultivators' offensive became more and more fierce, and all the dense attacks like raindrops fell on the man with the scar on his forehead.

Xiao Miaomiao was afraid that he would run away, so she broke all his limbs. This way he could neither escape nor fight back, and could only be manipulated like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Just like what these villains did to the female nuns.

All that was left was the mouth of the man with the scar on his forehead, a mouth that could utter a begging sound for mercy.

In fact, if the man with the scar on his forehead didn't want to suffer more torture, he could choose to bite his tongue and commit suicide to end all the pain.

But he didn't dare to do so. After all, how could such a coward who was afraid of death have such courage? As the saying goes, it is better to live a miserable life than to die.

"Please... show mercy..."

"Please spare my life..."

However, all the female cultivators turned a deaf ear to the man with the scar on his forehead's pleas for mercy, because they themselves had begged for mercy in the same way in the past.

But those evil people not only had no mercy on them, but tortured them even more severely.

Who will come to save them from their suffering?

No one at all.

Xiao Miaomiao did not participate in it. She just stood quietly by the side, standing guard for these female practitioners so that they could vent the resentment that had been suppressed in their hearts for so long.

But the man in gray escaped with Boss Qin.

It’s not that there were no other villains who heard the cruel screams of the man with the scar on his forehead, but at the moment they were struggling to protect themselves, so who had the time to care about the lives of others?

When the female cultivator had finally released all the anger in her heart, she looked at the man with the scar on his forehead and found that he had been beaten beyond recognition and was lying on the rubble like a puddle of mud.