Beautiful senior brother can never be enchanted

In fact, Luo Yueming has been thinking about this issue all along.

Why do people who have committed evil deeds still get away with it, but let so many innocent people suffer?

Hearing the cries of many dead souls, Luo Yueming felt uncomfortable.

When I used to read the article, I surfed the waves against the paper man, and I was very happy.

Now that I am trapped in this place, it is difficult.

Perhaps thinking of the final fate of the big brother in the original text, Luo Yueming felt more sympathy for Song Zixuan.

Thinking hard, I don't know how to comfort him. At this time, it seems that no matter what I say, I can't heal the pain Song Zixuan has suffered.

But if you don't say anything, if you don't do anything, it's not Luo Yueming's principle of doing things.

Just as I was about to speak a few words of comfort, I saw Changqing, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly took a step forward, and said in a deep voice: "The matter has come to an end, it's useless to say more. Even if you cry your heart out here, it's useless of."

Song Zixuan said: "I didn't cry for you again,? What are you trying to do?"

Changqing explained: "What I mean is that people who have insulted you must die a good death. Crying can't solve any problems. If you die with your body, it's better to be reincarnated immediately. There will be a better destination in the next life." .”

Song Zixuan said again: "We have already been branded obscene by the ghost king here, which can't be washed off, and can't be reincarnated. The ghost messengers here will come to rape us every once in a while. How come the reincarnation? explain?"

Long love: "If you insist on refusing, even if you lose your soul, you can still save the remnant soul. Those ghost messengers are not as powerful as the ghost king...Luo Yueming,? What are you kicking me for?"

"It's nothing, oh, by the way, are you thirsty? I have a water sac here, why don't you take a sip?" Luo Yueming stopped him in time, because he was so in love that he couldn't speak.

This is the same as asking an innocent, poor person who has been violated, why the villain does not violate others, but violates you.

There is no such thing as a cerebral thrombosis in ten years.

Sure enough, Song Zixuan's expression became visibly annoyed, and the rest of the remnants also showed anger, at the moment when everyone's emotions were on the verge of erupting.

Xie Shuanghua suddenly said: "Don't talk, listen, there are footsteps coming."

As soon as these words came out, everyone subconsciously held their breath.

From a distance, the sounds of "Qing, clang, clang" and "Puff puff" could be heard. The place was already dim, and the surroundings were completely silent, making the sound more clear and strange.

Song Zixuan listened for a while, his expression changed suddenly, and even his voice trembled: "It's a ghost messenger, it's a ghost messenger! Every hour there will be a new wave of ghost messengers! Twelve hours a day, day and night !"

"Help!"

"Save me! Save me!"

The surroundings soon became noisy again.

Luo Yueming only felt that there was a blur in front of his eyes, and a group of black people appeared in front of him, all of them were dressed in white, their complexions were as pale as paper, without any blood color, and their cheeks and lips were dyed with bright rouge.At first glance, he looked like a grey-faced hanged ghost.

Every ghost messenger is holding a willow vine in his hand, but it doesn't look like a willow vine, because there are only vines, but no willow leaves. White paper is used to cut out fine lace, and paper is used to paste itself. Glued up and down.

At first glance, it looks like a mace.

Under the horrified gazes of all the dead souls, these ghost messengers walked slowly, as if they couldn't see Luo Yueming and the others at all, and walked straight in front of them.

The leading ghost messenger is wearing a tall hat, which is also snow-white.Slowly opened his eyes, opened his red lips, and released a yin and yang tone: "It's three o'clock, the time for the prisoner to be sentenced. If there is any resistance, let him be killed. Whip him, cut his tongue out, goug out his eyes, cut his throat and cut off his fingers."

Then he uttered a lot of ghost words, Luo Yueming didn't know if others could understand them or not.

Anyway, he himself didn't understand a word.

But in order not to make herself look so unprofessional, Luo Yueming frowned more and more, so that she couldn't bear it anymore, and leaned over to ask him in a low voice: "What do you understand? Why don't I understand everything?" Didn't understand?"

Luo Yueming shook his head frankly: "I didn't understand either."

"Then you have this look on your face?"

"Can you still make me laugh?"

Long love: "..."

"Ghost messenger, ghost messenger is here! Mr. Xie, help me, no, kill me, kill me, please, kill me!!!"

Song Zixuan only knew Xie Shuanghua alone, and felt that since Xie Shuanghua could break into the No.12 ghost world, he must be able to save them.

But Song Zixuan understood at the same time that his physical body was destroyed, and his only remnant soul was in the ghost world, where he had been sexually tortured countless times, and every hour, a new group of ghost messengers would come to enjoy them wantonly.

Ghost messengers are inhumane, and while enjoying them wantonly, they will beat their remnants of souls with willow vines, which is far more painful than chopping with swords.Tear their bodies apart inch by inch.

Not only that, the ghost messengers who come here are often several times their number, and they will choose the furnace they like, and then make love with them, and then seal the willow vines into the opponent's body.Change to another ghost.

If there are ghost messengers who have made good friends, they will go to battle together, and the same furnace will turn the clouds and rain.

But after all the ghosts have finished their errands, they will pick out the cauldron with the most willows and vines, and dedicate it to the other ghost kings.

Song Zixuan didn't know how long he stayed here. As soon as he opened his eyes after death, he was forced to kneel on the ground by the ghost guard, and the word "lewdness" was branded on his chest.

Then he was imprisoned here and tortured day and night.

The mind is sometimes awake and sometimes in a trance.

There is no way to survive, and there is no way to seek death.

Now I only want to die, in order to avoid this endless humiliation.

Luo Yueming watched those ghost messengers as if they were picking goods, their cold eyes wandering around the field, more than a dozen ghost messengers picked Song Zixuan, and they approached slowly holding willow vines.

After forcing Song Zixuan into a square inch, he began to take off his clothes.Hold down the limbs and trample on them mercilessly.

Luo Yueming couldn't do nothing to save her, so she rushed forward with her sword in hand.

But soon he discovered that these ghost messengers were not real, and he couldn't touch them at all, so he punched the cotton hard with a punch that had been stored for a long time.

This made Luo Yueming very upset, and frantically wanted to rescue Song Zixuan, but he could only watch helplessly as his limbs were pinned down and nailed to death in a corner like a tattered puppet.

There were no tears in the empty eyes, and the soul of the dead would not shed tears. The red corners of the eyes, the pale face, and the trembling body all showed his nausea, anger, collapse and despair.

"Is there no way to stop it? Is there no way we can do something about it?" Luo Yueming gritted his teeth and growled angrily, "Why is this happening, why is this happening!"

No one could answer his question.

If Xie Shuanghua knew why, he wouldn't be here now.

If Changqing knew why, he would not have watched Fuyao choose to kill himself because he couldn't bear the pain of the ecstasy gu attack, and because he couldn't bear the things that went beyond the brotherhood with his fellow brothers. up.

Luo Yueming also couldn't solve it by himself, always felt that the dark side of this cultivation world was far beyond his imagination.

Xie Shuanghua was silent for a moment, and suddenly he poked Tianling Gai with his fingers, and a bright red mark was immediately poked between his eyebrows.

Before Luo Yueming and Changqing realized what he was going to do, Xie Shuanghua used his guidance as a guide to pull his primordial spirit out of his body.

And this wisp of primordial spirit is black hair and white clothes! ! !

In other words, in order to save these poor dead souls, Xie Shuanghua had to draw out his soul to fight against ghosts.

The ghost messenger is a spirit body, and the three of them are entities. Any magic attack is useless to the ghost messenger.But if the primordial spirit is out of the body, it is also in the state of a spirit body, and fighting ghosts is almost the same as playing.

Luo Yueming was shocked and worried.

To his astonishment, the heart demon senior brother was willing to release another senior senior brother.The worry is that if two personalities appear at the same time, will they fight on the spot.

Changqing was even more stunned, and murmured to himself: "Did I not wake up? Or my eyes are blurred."

Seeing that Xie Shuanghua pulled out half of the primordial spirit from his body, his face turned pale immediately, he slowly opened his eyes, pointed at the ghost messengers in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "They made Yueming angry, kill them!"

As soon as these words came out, the half-dao primordial spirit who had been pulled out seemed to understand, and with a flick of his figure, he appeared in front of Song Zixuan, and with one palm he beat the ghost servants who were fighting around him to ashes, and then he did not waste any time With a little effort, the ghost problem was solved.

Luo Yueming hurriedly took a step forward, and just as she was about to visit Song Zixuan, someone grabbed her left wrist.

Glancing back, Senior Brother Heart Demon said coldly, "Don't go there."

Before Luo Yueming could react, his right wrist was cold, and he turned his head to see the senior brother in white trying to grab his wrist, but because he was only a half-way primordial spirit, he couldn't touch his body at all.and not being able to get close to him.

Xie Shuanghua in white was furious, gritted his teeth and said, "Come here!"

"Big Brother!"

Luo Yueming's heart trembled suddenly, and he subconsciously took a few steps forward, probably because of his preconceived notions, he always felt that the elder brother in white was more lovable.

Unexpectedly, Senior Brother Xin Mo wouldn't let him go, he wrapped him in his arms, and in front of the other half of Dao Primordial Spirit, imprisoned Luo Yueming's waist with one hand, pinched his chin with the other, and bit him provocatively. Touching Luo Yueming's lower lip.

It wasn't until the blood came out from the bite that he raised his head and smiled sinisterly: "This is the first time we have met officially, I share the same body with you, I am you, and you are me. I live with you , die with you, stay by your side, become a god with one thought, and become a demon with one thought."

"I said, let him go!"

Xie Shuanghua in white couldn't tolerate someone daring to bully Luo Yueming like this, flying to snatch him away, but he was only a half-way primordial spirit at the moment, unable to hug or even touch Luo Yueming at all.

"Yueming! Yueming!"

"Senior Brother!" Luo Yueming's mind was in chaos. He heard Senior Brother calling him all the time, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a white shadow swaying in front of him. Said: "Big brother, big brother! I'm here!"

"Are you crying? Why are you crying? Am I not your elder brother? Am I treating you badly?" The heart demon lowered his head and licked Luo Yueming's eyes, gently sucked the tears into his mouth, and whispered to him He said in his ear: "Yueming, as I said, sooner or later, you will have to make a choice between him and me."

"But he is you, you are him, and you are all alone!" Luo Yueming choked up and said, "Why do you have to fight to the death? I like him, and I like you too! What a thought becomes a god, a thought becomes a devil , whether it is a god or a demon, a big brother is a big brother, and it will never change!"

The moment the tears fell, both the heart demon and Xie Shuanghua in white felt the heartache clearly, and they both moved closer to coax Luo Yueming.

The demon said: "Don't cry, don't cry, senior brother teased you. He and I are the same body of gods and demons, inseparable. Yueming, stop crying. Senior brother will stop teasing you."

Xie Shuanghua in white also said: "Yueming doesn't cry, senior brother wrongly blamed you before, it's all senior brother's fault, it's senior brother who is sorry for you, it's senior brother who bullied you again and again."

In fact, Luo Yueming was more or less acting, and he must be wronged if he feels wronged.

He was alone, being slapped and fucked by this senior brother during the day, and fucked by that senior brother at night.

I don't know who to share my grievances with.

You can't talk to the big brother Xinmo, the big brother Xinmo is very powerful, and he will try his best to talk back to him.

It's even worse to talk to the elder brother in white. The elder brother in white usually looks cold and restrained, but once he gets angry, the bed board will collapse.

Luo Yueming was just like the little cabbage in the field, suffering from splints all the time, still afraid to speak out, and afraid to vent her anger.

Finally got a chance, and immediately cried even louder, grabbing the collar of Senior Brother Heart Demon with one hand, while vainly trying to grab Senior Brother in white's hand.

The body is still in the arms of the senior brother Heart Demon, but his head is already resting on the shoulder of the senior brother in white.

Luo Yueming cried wildly: "I really have no face to live, now they all know that I was bullied by two big brothers at the same time, I have no face to live."

"Who knows? I gouged out his eyes!" Xin Mo cast a cold glance at Changqing.

Not to be outdone, Xie Shuanghua in white also looked up at him coldly.

Changqing: "..." Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing in the ghost world?

Many souls who were almost bullied by ghosts, but fortunately survived the catastrophe, and have not had time to rejoice: "..."

Until Song Zixuan turned over from the ground, I don't know whether it was ridicule or envy: "There are very few people in the cultivation world who practice the ruthless way. It turns out that even Xie Shuanghua can break the way for one person and fall in love with one person."

Luo Yueming was quite embarrassed, and hurriedly urged the elder brother in white to go back quickly.

Xie Shuanghua in white was full of reluctance, and tried to grab Luo Yueming's hand, but he couldn't touch it no matter what, and finally returned to his body.

It is still the inner demon that temporarily dominates this body.

"Is your name Luo Yueming?" Song Zixuan asked abruptly.

Luo Yueming nodded.

Song Zixuan said again: "You are very lucky."

Luo Yueming didn't know whether she was lucky or unlucky.

He was impoverished during his lifetime, and his lifelong dream was to get rich overnight.

As a result, the dream of getting rich is a fantasy, and you can be hit to death by a dung truck while walking.

After death, he also transmigrated into the book, came to the cultivation world where the weak prey on the strong, and became a Taoist disciple with ill-fated fate.

With the dream of becoming the main attack, in the end, he became the furnace of brother Lu Ding.

Damn it, who are you going to reason with!