Master of time travel

The rope that bound Yunling was untied, but now Yunling doesn't even have the strength to stand alone.Without support, he immediately fell to the ground full of filth.

The woman knelt on the ground, the blood gushed out from her body, mixed with the black mud on the ground, showing a dark red color, but it looked even dirtier.

Yun Ling laughed silently, even though the wound on the corner of her mouth was torn apart because of this laughter.It really fits her current appearance, just like what the old man said at the beginning, a dirty little beast.

"What are you laughing at!", but in Fu Qingwu's eyes, this smile was like a woman in white mocking her.

Fu Qingwu's anxious voice was next to her ear, but Yun Ling didn't speak. Since she was doomed to escape, why would she continue to struggle.Even if the zhenqi has not been sealed, this body cannot escape from Fu Qingwu's eyes.

"You're talking!", a voice full of resentment rang in the ear, and then the scalp was almost torn in pain.

Fu Qingwu grabbed the woman's hair, lifted the weak woman from the ground abruptly, and faced herself face to face.Fu Qingwu's complexion suddenly changed, and she said in a strange tone: "I didn't look at it carefully before, but now that you look at it like this, your face is really good, it's not an exaggeration to say that you are a beauty."

The cold blade slashed across his face, but it caused Yunling's goose bumps, and he couldn't help frowning.

"Tsk tsk tsk, frowning is even worse, even I am a bit reluctant to do it." The tone was still weird, but then he sarcastically said: "It's no wonder the Master loves you so much."

"However, if your face is scratched, do you think the Master will recognize you as a direct disciple?" Fu Qingwu looked at the person in front of her, without the fear in her imagination, just like a dead body, even her expression Nothing has changed.

It's like the girl who knelt on the ground without saying a word ten years ago, but she was secretly watching her jokes!

The knife is very fast, presumably the previous owner sharpened it very well, so Yun Ling didn't feel much pain, at least compared to the pain on his body, the pain from the blade on his face was much easier.

Perhaps in order to appreciate the pain of the woman, Fu Qingwu moves very slowly and skillfully.It's like treating an extremely precious thing. Every cut cuts through the flesh, but it doesn't reach the bone.

The flesh and blood were opened, and red blood flowed down the blade.

A total of 44 knives were drawn, and Fu Qingwu made a total of 44 knives.It was only the size of a palm, but Fu Qingwu slashed 44 knives.Every knife mark is the skin and flesh, revealing the fresh red flesh and blood inside, which looks extremely terrifying.

Fu Qingwu stopped, admiring her own work.

"Maybe I should dig out those annoying eyes of yours too." The bloody knife flashed past Yun Ling's eyes, then suddenly moved downwards, only to hear Fu Qingwu say: "Or Say, you prefer to be straightforward."

The cold touch stayed on the neck for a while, and then continued to move down, because it couldn't be seen, so the feeling on the body became more sensitive.Yun Ling could even feel the slight trembling of the opponent's hand.

Maybe Fu Qingwu was afraid?Or is the excitement of revenge irresistible?But no matter which one, Yun Ling didn't want to know at all.

The lapel of the collar was cut open, but the woman's indifferent expression disappeared, and she struggled desperately.But no matter how hard he tried, it was useless, he couldn't even push away Fu Qingwu's hand.

But the woman's struggle, on the contrary, aroused Fu Qingwu's tormenting pleasure even more.The woman who obviously didn't respond no matter what she did suddenly reacted so strongly, which was exactly what Fu Qingwu wanted.

The more the prey struggles, the more pleasure it has to torture.Facing a dead body, there is no pleasure of revenge.

Holding down the struggling woman, Fu Qingwu's eyes were full of teasing, the blade continued to go down, but she could already see a large white area on the woman's chest.But one of the thin red lines caught Fu Qingwu's attention, as if she was looking at something interesting.

She seems to have seen this thin line somewhere.With a tug of his hand, the thin thread was torn off the woman's neck forcefully.

But after tearing off the thin thread, the woman struggled even more fiercely, the blood on her body kept gushing out because of this fierce struggle, dyeing Fu Qingwu's clothes red.

There was disgust in her eyes, but Fu Qingwu slapped her palm down, and the woman didn't move, she was as quiet as if she died.

Let go of the hand, let the woman's head fall to the ground, making a dull sound, Fu Qingwu looked at the thing pulled out in her hand.

A jade pendant?Still a cracked jade pendant.

A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and Fu Qingwu looked at the unconscious woman on the ground.

If it was really just a jade pendant, how could the person in front of him carefully put it on his chest, let alone such a big reaction.

Putting the jade pendant in her hand into her bosom, Fu Qingwu glanced at the woman who was almost breathless, she seemed to have hit a bit too hard, the woman's injury was already serious, but now it is nothing like death.

A ferocious look appeared on Jiao Hao's face, Fu Qingwu sneered, and then walked outside.

Even if the woman is placed there, the woman can't even stand up, let alone escape from the barrier outside the dungeon, why should she dirty her hands.

Insects should be devoured by those lowly black rats, which is the most suitable ending for them.

After Fu Qingwu disappeared, the black rats in the dark rushed up and quickly covered the unconscious Yun Ling.From a distance, it seems to be a writhing black, constantly making disgusting noises.

However, the prey in its mouth did not last long, and the black rat fled away in a panic as if frightened.There was a sigh in the dungeon, a person appeared in the dungeon, not Fu Qingwu who went back and forth.Looking at the figure, it was a man, and this sigh was naturally made by a man.

He squatted down and carefully hugged the woman on the ground into his arms, not caring that the dirt on the woman's body stained his gown.What he held in his arms was like a piece of ice, terribly cold, but the man's eyes were full of warmth.

His eyes stayed on the woman's face, which was no longer visible. The man frowned, and wanted to caress the woman's face with his palm, but the moment he approached immediately, he stopped suddenly, as if he was blocked by something.His expression was erratic, and after struggling for a long time, he finally dropped his hands powerlessly.Carefully hugging the woman in his arms tightly, the man stood up and walked out.

That woman did too much, he didn't expect that woman was far more cruel than she seemed.

Looking down at the woman in his arms, pain appeared in the man's eyes, and when he raised his head again, his delicate face was full of sinister.

But it doesn't matter, he will make that stupid woman pay a price, a price that she will regret forever.

Haoyun Palace.

The woman in white on the ice bed closed her eyes tightly, surrounded by the lingering cold air, looking very cold.And the woman in white's frown seemed to be in pain.

But I don't know how long it took, but I heard a muffled snort, and a touch of red flowed from the corner of the woman's mouth.

Wiping away the blood from the corner of her mouth indifferently, the woman opened her eyes.It wasn't as calm as it looked on the face, but there was a bit of anxiety in the woman's eyes.

"Little broken."

"Little broken."

There was no response.

Since the day he woke up, Mo Yun had stayed in the Haoyun Palace for four full days, and during this period, Mo Yun had never stepped out of the Haoyun Palace.No one came, even the disciples in Tsing Yi seemed to have disappeared.

Haoyun Palace, which is completely separated from the outside world, has no news about Yunling.The only thing Mo Yun can do is to concentrate on breaking through the sealed big hole in his body, and then call the broken system in his mind from time to time.

At this time, the only thing Mo Yun can do is these.

Standing up, Mo Yun opened the door of the stone chamber.

She is only at the late stage of Jindan now, the further she goes, the harder it is to break through.If it goes on like this, I don't know when I will recover my cultivation.

"Sect Master." In Haoyun Hall, a woman's voice sounded.Mo Yun was stunned for a moment, then curled the corner of his mouth and walked outside.She couldn't even perceive the sword inscription from the outside, it seems that this cultivation base is not something dispensable to her in this world.

If you want to be free from restraint, you must have the corresponding strength.If you have nothing, you can only depend on others to live, look at other people's eyes and act, and how can you talk about yourself if you can't help yourself.She has spent so many years in Yunhuangzong comfortably as the original owner, but she almost forgot even this most basic thing.

Stepping out of Haoyun Palace, Mo Yun slightly closed his eyes.Standing outside the hall, the disciples in Tsing Yi stood like tall bamboos.Why the other party appeared here at this moment is the most important thing.

"Jianming." Mo Yun whispered.

"The disciple is here." The disciple in Tsing Yi returned.

"You are the only one here.", a meaningful sentence.

"The suzerain doesn't like people approaching Haoyun Palace, so only Jianming came." The disciple in Tsing Yi lowered his head, respectful as usual, his face was still calm and composed, as if nothing had happened before.

"What's the matter."

If it was revealed that she was not the original owner, it would definitely not be the disciple in Tsing Yi who came here alone.From this point of view, there is only one possibility for the Tsing Yi disciple to come this time.

"There is something unclear about Jian Ming, so I wanted to ask the suzerain." The disciple in Tsing Yi raised his head, looked at Mo Yun, and asked, "Is Junior Sister Yun Ling really a demon cultivator?"

"You know that, don't you?" Mo Yun looked at the disciple in Tsing Yi, without any intention of dodging, and said, "Then why ask again."

"Jianming wants to hear from the suzerain himself." The disciple in Tsing Yi was uncharacteristically persistent today, and said word by word: "Did the suzerain know that Junior Sister Yunling is carrying a hostile spirit?"

"Sword inscription." Mo Yun didn't answer, but looked at the strange Tsing Yi disciple in front of him, and asked, "In your eyes, what is the difference between righteous way and evil way?"

There was no reply, but the disciple in Tsing Yi frowned in a rare way, with a bit of pain on his face.

"A nasty villain who wears white clothes, a good sword, and reads two sage books is no different from a gentleman. A rough man dressed in rags and speaking vulgarly is more like a villain. People. But a villain is a villain after all, no matter how well-dressed he is, he is still a villain, and what he does is, after all, just a mess."

"Jian Ming doesn't understand the meaning of the suzerain." The disciple in Tsing Yi looked at Mo Yun and said, "What does this have to do with righteous demon cultivators?"

"Then do you know who judges the good and the evil in this world?"

With a light tone, the disciple in Tsing Yi changed his expression and said: "Jian Ming understands." When he raised his head, the disciple in Tsing Yi regained his usual expression and said, "Jian Ming has one more thing to tell the suzerain."

Mo Yun's heart tightened, she had already guessed what disciple Tsing Yi would say next.