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"Don't hurt him," Beishang's face changed drastically, and he shouted anxiously, "You want to burn, don't you? Burn my face."

"Do it!" Xiao Jin was startled, and said without hesitation.

"Shut up, Xiaojin!" Beishang roared, "Don't listen to him, if you want to burn, burn my face, I'm not afraid of pain."

Xiao Jin's face was expressionless, but still the same two words: "Do it!"

Looking at Beishang's anxious face, and Xiao Jin's expressionless face, a trace of hostility flashed in Ziyun's eyes, and with a movement of his hand, the iron brand directly burned Xiao Jin's left cheek.

"Zizi!!"

"what!!"

The pain on his face made Xiao Jin unable to help but cry out, clenched his fists tightly, and sweat instantly covered his forehead.Looking at that face again, it was already burned to a bloody mess. A handsome man who was as handsome as a banished fairy suddenly became extremely ugly, and even a little more ferocious.

As if startled by his voice, Ziyun "Chengcheng" took a few steps back, let go of his hand, and the iron fell to the ground, making a "bang-dang" sound.

"Xiaojin..." Beishang shouted heart-piercingly, struggling hard, and in an instant, his eyes turned red.

After yelling out in unbearable pain, Xiao Jin clenched his teeth and stopped making a sound. His lip was bitten by him, and bright red blood overflowed along the lip.

Beads of sweat slid from his forehead, and his face was as pale as paper. He shook his head with difficulty at Beishang, signaling that he was fine.

Beishang was very distressed, his red eyes shone with a chill, he shouted at Ziyun: "Are you deaf? Didn't I tell you to burn me? Why are you burning him? Why do you hurt him?"

"I...he forced me, it was him, didn't you see?" Ziyun seemed a little flustered, and said incoherently, "If you hadn't been stimulating me all the time, I wouldn't be like this..."

After a pause, she pointed at Xiao Jin, with a bit of hatred on her face, "He clearly knows how much I love you, but he still flirts with you like this in front of me. It's his own fault, no wonder me!"

"You vicious woman!" The veins on Beishang's forehead bulged, and the words were almost squeezed out between his teeth, "Use your own dirty soul to occupy other people's bodies, and you deserve to talk to me? "

Ziyun stared, as if she couldn't believe what she heard: "What did you say? You said I was dirty?"

Beishang stared at her, word by word: "You are not only dirty, but also despicable, jealous, shameless!"

"You," Ziyun laughed back angrily, "Since you love your Young Master Xiao so much and can't wait to get some justice for him, then I will not let you do so."

Beishang was shocked: "What do you want to do?"

Ziyun didn't pay attention to him anymore, but turned to face Xiaojin, and with a movement of her hand, a cold dagger appeared in her hand.

She patted the other side of his intact face with the dagger, and said with a sinister smile: "Tsk tsk, such a handsome face is the only one in the world, but unfortunately the other side has been destroyed, it's really incongruous looking at it like this. How about... I'll draw a few more knives to see if I can coordinate it?"

Her last words were turned to Beishang.

"If you want to kill, then kill, why bother talking nonsense!" Xiao Jin glanced at Bei Shang, and said in a hoarse voice.

Beishang stared at him with complicated eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Don't talk." There was no doubt in his tone.

For a moment, Xiao Jin thought that he had returned to normal, he slightly twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to give the man in front of him a reassuring smile.

Suddenly, without warning, Ziyun stabbed him deeply in the thigh.

"what!!!"

A piercing pain came from his thigh, unprepared, Xiao Jin couldn't hold back again, and let out a painful cry from his throat.

"Bitch, how dare you..." Beishang roared with rage.

Filled with anger, he didn't realize that a golden and violent force poured into the originally empty dantian.

Ziyun took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood stains on the dagger, and gave him a sideways look: "Why don't I dare?" As she spoke, she stabbed Xiaojin's other thigh deeply.

The bright red blood instantly stained the spotless white clothes red, perhaps he had some mental preparations, this time he didn't make a sound.He bit his lips tightly, his bound hands were clenched tightly, his legs were trembling, and he was about to stand unsteadily, and the hair on his forehead was already soaked in sweat.

His appearance seemed to have stimulated a certain nerve in Beishang. As he struggled, his hands and wrists gradually became bloody, but he didn't seem to know the pain.

With red eyes, no trace of clarity could be seen, as if losing his mind, he kept growling in a low voice: "Damn, damn..."

As if affected by his emotions, the power that suddenly appeared in his body became more and more violent.

Even though Xiao Jin almost fainted from the pain at this moment, he still kept paying attention to him.

And he noticed something wrong with him at the first time.

Enduring the pain, he tried his best to keep his voice steady, trembling and hoarse: "I'm fine."

Hearing his voice, Beishang seemed to have regained a bit of reason, panting heavily, looking at his miserable condition, a trace of red blood with pale golden blood overflowing from his mouth, muttering to himself: "I'm sorry..."

Xiao Jin Dingqing looked at him, two lines of blood and tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and there was an expression of pain mixed with self-blame on his face.

"... Bei Shang." For the first time, Xiao Jin had the idea of ​​wanting to hold him tightly in his arms.

Seeing this, Ziyun's face became more and more ferocious, and she said with a grinning smile: "Since you love him so much, then how about you bear the knife I'm about to plunge into his heart on his behalf?"

Beishang suddenly raised his head, almost pleading: "Put it in my heart, don't hurt him again."

Xiao Jin gritted his teeth: "Don't talk nonsense, kill if you want!"

"Okay!" Ziyun raised the dagger without hesitation, stabbed him in the heart, and swiped downwards, stopping at the dantian.

Immediately, the blood on Xiao Jin's body sprayed out like a spring, splashing all over her face and body.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, although her thrusting looked terrifying, it didn't really hurt his heart and lungs.

Suffering such severe injuries, not only did Xiao Jin not faint, but his mind became clearer, and the pain became clearer.

At this moment, he couldn't stand anymore. If it wasn't for his hands being tied to cross stakes in a big shape to hang his body, he would have already collapsed to the ground.

Holding the dagger, Ziyun fixed it on Xiaojin's dantian, turned his head and smiled sadly at Beishang: "Tell me, if I stab him again in his dantian, will he become an ugly man from now on?" ...a useless person?"

Her face was smeared with bright red blood, coupled with a ferocious expression, it penetrated like a Rakshasa.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, the smile on her face froze, her eyes widened, and she looked like a ghost.

I saw a golden tiger-shaped imprint slowly appearing between Beishang's eyebrows, and a violent spiritual force centered on him, rolling and galloping around him.

With the fluctuation of spiritual power, his long black hair fluttered slowly, and his blue clothes fluttered with the spiritual power. What was even more shocking was that a pair of gleaming golden wings opened and closed behind him.

No matter how much he struggled before, he still couldn't see the loose fairy rope. At this moment, he just pulled it casually, and it turned into fly ash and disappeared into the air.

His eyes were red, shining with a piercing cold light, two traces of blood and tears were clearly visible at the corners of his eyes, a trace of blood hung from the corner of his mouth, his face was icy cold, and his whole body exuded an abyss-like and terrifying aura of despair.

At this time, he is more like a Rakshasa than Ziyun, a bloodthirsty Rakshasa who makes people shudder, like returning from hell.

He slowly took a step towards Ziyun, Ziyun subconsciously let go of the dagger, "Chengcheng" stepped back, staring at him in horror.

"You...you're not..."

Before she could finish a sentence, Beishang flipped his hand, holding Zhuihun for a moment, "Stab... stab!!" Several voices sounded, and Zhuihun scratched her left cheek without hindrance. Count the knives.

Before she could scream out, Beishang grabbed her by the neck and leaned heavily against the wall.

Blood slid down her face, and slowly trickled down the back of Beishang's fair hand.The bright red blood seemed to stimulate his viciousness even more, and he exerted force again, almost wanting to choke off Ziyun's neck.

It all happened so suddenly that Ziyu didn't react until she was standing aside for a while. She held up the collar of Xiaojin, pressed a dagger against his neck, and shouted: "Beishang, I... I advise you not to mess around." Come."

Her expression was a little dazed, a little surprised and uncertain, and she seemed to be shocked by Beishang's appearance at this time.

Beishang maintained the movement of his hands, turned his head slowly, saw the dagger resting on Xiao Jin's neck, his red eyes trembled slightly, but the expression on his face became colder and colder.

"If you hurt him, I will peel your skin and cramps, and smash your bones to ashes." He stared at her and said word by word, "I will let your soul suffer from the burning of the spiritual fire forever, and you will never be reincarnated for eternity!"

Every time he said a word, it was like a heavy hammer hitting Zi Yu's heart. Her legs went limp, and she almost sat on the ground, but the dagger she was holding fell to the ground even if she couldn't hold it firmly for a moment.

Ziyun shook his hand to her with difficulty, beckoning her to save her.

Beishang threw her out without warning, and at the same time, Zhuihun came out.

Ziyu only felt a dim light flashing in front of her eyes, and accompanied by a hissing scream, Ziyun's legs had been cut off from the knee down.

Another gloomy light flashed in front of her eyes, Zhuihun quietly floated in front of Beishang, the blade was as clean as new, without any blood stains, it was not at all like the murderous weapon that just took her legs.

Seeing Ziyun wailing in pain on the ground, Ziyu was stunned for a moment, then screamed and scrambled away from the door.

The author has something to say: A little bit of abuse is for the development of the plot. In fact, I feel sorry for him more than anyone else, because he is my son after all.

huh huh...