Dressed as a sick beauty

Northern Territory?

Wen Yu's body has been dead for many years, how could he reappear Fu Wei.

What's more, when it comes to Fu Wei, today there is only the Dao Dao Competition...

Jing Wuya's face was cloudy and uncertain, and a hand holding a bamboo slip was stretched out to him.

Sheng Zeling's fingers were as white as jade, but his nails were as red as blood. He handed the bamboo slips to Jing Wuya, "These are some exercises I have practiced. If you choose useful ones, let me know in the future, and I will write down the spells. "

Jing Wuya showed a thoughtful look on his face, he didn't notice the abnormality of the fingertips, and nodded.

Sheng Zeling waved his hand and said, "I'm tired, you go back, remember to let Little Putao come to see me."

Jing Wuya replied hesitantly, his master's perception is extraordinary, since he said he felt Wen Yu's talisman power, he would not easily make mistakes.

Reminiscent of Wen Qiushi's strangeness, Jing Wuya's expression became condensed, and he decided to go to the Northern Territory in person.

On the cliff, Senluo Hall.

Surrounded by cold and dark mist, it is difficult to see the sun, only the main hall is shining with light.

The figure who came to report Fubi's semi-finals stood waiting outside the door. In the main hall, there was no figure on the high seat, and the blood dripping from the bottom snaked along the cold ground to a stone room.

The dim candlelight shone on Su Moye who was sitting leaning against the wall.

Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he was covering his chest with one hand. The veins under his skin were bulging, and the chaotic and manic spiritual power was rushing inside, as if it was about to break through the skin and gushes out.

"puff--"

Before the blood was dry, the corners of Su Moye's lips were stained red again.

The uncontrollable spiritual power circulated in his body over and over again, he opened his deep eyes, his eyes fell on the front, and his thoughts drifted to nowhere.

Suddenly, as if a bloody whip was thrown, Su Moye's figure leaning against the wall shrank subconsciously.

Snapped--

The sound of the whip more than ten years ago echoed in my ears.

Countless whips lashed his body, blood splattered everywhere.

In the dark and cool afternoon, a group of people staggered across the main street of Tianxi City with their hands and feet in shackles and the word "slave" branded on their faces.

There are disgusting eyes all around, can't wait to go forward and skin these sinners.

"Why are the remnants of Senluo Hall still in the world? Why don't they kill them?"

"It's too cheap to kill them, or the city lord has a way to turn them into the most lowly slaves, what a pleasure!"

"Don't worry? Be merciful, if not for Sen Luodian's defeat, my end would be ten thousand times more miserable than these people!"

After the battle against demons, these captured members of the Senluo Temple were like walking corpses. Only when the monks who escorted them flicked their whips did they show timid expressions?

There was only one young boy whose face was covered with black ash, his expression was different from the others, his left cheek was branded with the hideous and terrifying word "slave", his eyes were bloodshot, he clenched his teeth tightly, and the sound of whipping sounded around him In the middle, he straightened his back and dragged the heavy shackles forward step by step.

Someone's eyes fell on his straight waist, his eyes sharpened, and a whip slapped him in the face.

Snapped!

The whip hit the ground and missed.

After Su Moye used all his strength to dodge, he fell heavily to the ground.

The whip-wielding monk lost his hand in full view, and a slave escaped from the whip. He became furious and swung the whip at Su Moye across his head and face.

Whip to the flesh, beat him? His skin was ripped apart.

"I let you hide! I let you hide! Keep hiding, death slave!"

After a while, the long whip was stained red with blood.

Su Moye hugged his head and curled up into a ball, his whole body was beaten to a bloody mess.

Passers-by on the street saw that he was still young, trembling, and was beaten to death. Finally, someone couldn't bear to say: "Okay Commander Zhao, if you beat him again, you will die!"

"If you die, you will die,"

Commander Zhao snorted coldly, put away his long whip, and kicked the young man hard, "I'll save your life, don't get up yet."

Su Moye vomited blood, and there was no part of his body that was healthy. He was so painful that he couldn't move. The only eyeball that could move slightly turned to look at the person who kicked him.

His eyes were red, filled with murderous intent, as if he wanted to firmly remember the figure in front of him, and devour blood and flesh in the future.

Commander Zhao was taken aback, and suddenly felt fearful of an unarmed slave.

When he realized that his footsteps were retreating unconsciously, Commander Zhao's face turned blue and red, picked up the whip and continued to beat, "What look? Still want to kill me? Dare to look at me again!"

No one stopped him this time.

The passers-by who spoke just now didn't say anything. Although it was pitiful, the expression on Su Moye's face was really frightening, as if he was telling everyone: as long as he is allowed to live, the humiliation he suffered today will be repaid thousands of times in the future.

I don't know how many whips were beaten, Su Moye lay on the ground in a puddle of blood, breathing weakly.

The scarlet whip was raised again, Su Moye's consciousness was lost, his body shrank instinctively, and he even begged for mercy, "Don't hit, don't hit..."

It hurts, but Su Moye is not afraid.

It's just that he can't die yet, and his father and mother's revenge has not been avenged.

He can't die now, at least, he has to repay the pain that these upright people inflicted on him a thousand times!

Commander Zhao looked at the young man who begged for mercy, but burst out with terrifying murderous intent, his heart sank, and he poured all his spiritual power into the Thunder Whip, determined to kill the grass and roots, so as not to leave any future troubles.Su Moye opened his blood-stained eyes and looked at the long whip that pierced through the air. His thin body couldn't help trembling. He felt that death was coming, and he regretted it.

Should he pretend? Like those people, at least he can survive and take revenge in the future, and now he died at the hands of this person without doing anything, it is better to die in the Meteor Valley early.

Su Moye's heart was full of hatred, and he stared at the bloody long whip.

Just when he had nowhere to escape and couldn't help curling up, a slender white hand stopped the bloody whip.

A familiar figure stood in front of him, with an indifferent tone that could not be heard, "Who gave you the courage to deal with Senluo Palace members in private."

When Commander Zhao saw who it was, he hurriedly saluted and said: "See the talisman master, yes, it is the city lord who said that there are some servants in the mansion, let the villain find..."

Before he finished speaking, the whip fell to his feet, Commander Zhao fell silent and dared not speak any more.

"Tell Wang Gexi that the domain master didn't wait for him in the holy palace, and asked me to invite him in person." The young man looked sixteen or seventeen years old, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and his expression was full of coldness. He just stood there and scattered. A suffocating coercion.

"Before I step into the City Lord's Mansion, he still has a chance."

Commander Zhao immediately turned pale, and rushed to the City Lord's Mansion in a hurry. Seeing this, the young man in Taoist uniform left with cold eyes.

At this time, his ankle was touched.

Su Moye stretched out his bloody hand, and tremblingly grabbed the man's ankle, "No, don't leave, I will kill you..."

Although he tried his best, his knuckles have no strength, and they will only make people feel weak. Such a move is too stupid, but Su Moye doesn't care about? So many?, the enemy is close at hand, he just wants to vent and crush him quickly hatred.

"Wen Yu, I will kill you—"

Su Moye repeated it over and over again, making no effort to hide the killing intent in his heart.

But his blatantly dangerous words did not cause any emotional turmoil in the young man in front of him. He seemed to be used to hearing it, so he just said lightly, "Just do it if you can."

In the eyes of the other party, his own blood feud seemed so insignificant.

Su Moye vomited blood in a hurry, wishing he could tear his body into pieces and curse him with the most vicious words in the world.

But other than that, he couldn't do anything, he could only look at the boy who was not a few years older than him, and walk away indifferently.

Just when Su Moye was about to be driven mad by the sense of despair and powerlessness, the man stopped for some reason, shifted his gaze to his hand, opened his eyes slightly, and then fell on his face, he was stunned Startled.

Su Moye was taken away.

Until that night in the haunted building, he ended everything with his own hands. "Do you know how long I have been waiting for this day? You have the vengeance of killing my father and ruining everything about me when I was young!"

The young man whose youthful face had faded and the slave mark disappeared, his hands were stained with blood, and he laughed wildly, "Wen Yu, do you now regret that you didn't kill me then?"

He finally showed his bloodthirsty minions, expecting that person to show the expression that he had been looking forward to and longing for for so many years. Whether he regretted saving him from raising tigers, or regretted killing his father, Su Moye could not be more excited.

But in front of him, the expression of the seriously injured person was still so indifferent.

"What regrets do you have? I think about what I do. As for what you want to do and do, it's all your business. It has nothing to do with me, and it has nothing to do with me."

In an instant, Su Moye felt that everything that had been dormant and meticulously planned for so many years had become a joke.

Just like three years ago, in the eyes of the other party, all his sufferings are not worth mentioning, and even hatred is hard to see.

"Then please, go to hell—"

The moment he died, that person knew he regretted it.

The warm blood splashed on Su Moye's face, and it gradually became cold in the dark wind of the ghost building.

"You know that I am haunted by nightmares every day, and I am tortured in great pain," he slowly squatted down, looking at the young man whose spiritual power had dissipated, "If I give you another chance, Wen Yu, the sword in Meteor Valley , do you have any hesitation?"

The eyes of the young man who was about to die were dizzy and extremely weak, but as if pitying him, his blood-stained lips forced themselves to move.

Let Su Moye finally hear the answer.

"......Won't."

Su Moye, who was almost lying on the ground to get close to his ears, was startled when he heard the answer, and then his handsome face became distorted, and he laughed like crazy.

The sharp sword in his hand deepened by a few points, speeding up the life of the other party, "Wen Yu, you really are the coldest and hardest person in the world. To this day, I am still hesitating, but you are decisive! "

"You have a heart? What about morality? What about me? What about me?"

Su Moye's eyes were scarlet.

"You just chose to sacrifice me without any hesitation? Three years! I have been by your side for three years! Even a dog should have feelings? Wen Yu, are you really so heartless? Heartless?"

The young man named Wen Yu could no longer see clearly, only vaguely seeing the red water flowing in a pair of eyes.

Like crying.

"I said, whether it's you or anyone else, as far as I'm concerned,"

The young man closed his eyes tiredly, feeling his soul broken a little bit, accompanied by blood, and spit out the last sentence, "Love and hate are free, life and death have nothing to say—"

At that moment, Su Moye lost all his strength. He wanted to laugh wantonly, but he couldn't laugh when he saw the young man who was completely breathless.

Why is there such a person as Wen Yu, who is ruthless? It's clear, but it's bad and frank.

The vengeance was avenged, and Su Moye thought he was finally free, and would no longer be trapped in nightmares every night.

But ten years passed.

He got deeper and deeper, and he couldn't even distinguish between reality and fantasy.

In the stone room, the figure leaning against the wall sat alone for a long time. When the manic spiritual power in his body returned to normal, Su Moye raised his lowered head, stood up as if nothing had happened, turned his bone ring and went out.

Outside the hall, subordinates holding jade slips are still waiting.