Wearing this fake cultivator master and apprentice

Jun Yao didn't "knock" on the door, but directly broke into the door with the hilt of her sword in her hands. Immediately, she saw the unforgivable sinner's entire back hurting like a sharp crescent moon. arc.

The villain was about to be hurt to death.

"Uh!"

After a broken trill came out of his parched throat, all the rest of the movement was replaced by a shrill scream.

It's really too hot outside, the sun is shining, standing on the cold scabbard, sweating - a layer of sweat.

This is a tightly closed room with little air circulation, stagnant and humid room, the moment one enters, the overwhelming humidity and heat make the cold sword hilt produce a thin layer of sweat, even a little Something? Sticky.

Jun Yao kept his secrets secret, and his fierce gaze, like a beast hunting prey, brushed against He Qingxie's stiff and stooped back, and fell inch by inch, finally landing on the hilt of the sword.

The hot flashes in the room made Immortal Jun Yao unbearable, so she retreated generously with her sword in hand.

The villain shrank back, trembling all over, as if frightened by the movement like a frightened bird.

The sun is slanting to the west, and the slanting wind brings coolness.

The heat of the desert gradually turned under the light gray sky, and the cool wind blew by. Jun Yao felt a little displeased, retreated out, and broke into the door holding the hilt of his sword for a while. warm.

Jun Yao half ridiculed and half disdainful, and went in with both hands.

This time the road may be too deep, the villain is extremely unwilling, struggling to escape, even the already hoarse voice is full of extreme resistance.

Jun Yao sneered—a sound, raised the sword tirelessly in and out, her movements were sharp and crisp.

The villain was tired, lying on the sandy ground like a dead man, weakly raised his eyelids and looked at the nameless master.

"Disciple? I want to kill my master now..." The tears had already flowed dry, He Qingxie's phoenix eyes were swollen with unbearable pain, his eyelashes were trembling, helpless and pitiful, "Then I will die with my master, so, so ..."

Jun Yao is cold and thin—? Laughing, "What is this?"

He Qingxie's voice was hoarse, and he said softly: "...ghost, mandarin duck..."

In this way, we can do -? To ghost mandarin ducks.

—? At first, Jun Yao didn’t understand what this meant. After a while, he narrowed his eyes suddenly, and said sarcastically, “I’m going to die with you? Sinister, ask yourself if you’re worthy!” After a pause, Then he said, "However, do you want to die? You don't have to. After all, I am very happy with you now. If you die, won't I have less fun?""

He Qingxie choked up his voice for a long time, and said: "Master, why don't you kill me?"

"Is this the way to kill?" Su Changyi's face was calm, but her movements were swift and swift. She took a quick step forward, and the Fengshuang sword seemed to hit something that Jinjiang was not allowed to describe.

He Qingxie screamed violently, "Ah!!!!" She finally couldn't help holding her head up and panting silently.

Jun Yao remained expressionless, and even said calmly, "He Qingxie? When you did those things, did you ever think about how you would end up like this now? When you saw me resisting, Have you ever thought that you will be so miserable? When you run away, have you ever thought that you can hide from Chu-?

He Qingxie panted like the rest of his life after a catastrophe, and has yet to say a word.

The moon was in the middle of the sky, and Jun Yao had exhausted herself, and was finally willing to withdraw from the room with a sword.

Playfully, she pulled the corner of the silver-threaded floating cloud neon dress, wiped off the dirt on the Fengshuang sword hilt whether it was sweat or liquid, then took out a set of clothes from the Qiankun bag, and threw it on He Qingxie's face. Cover the tear-stained face completely.

Out of sight out of mind.

Standing up, she swung her sword down, sharply and resolutely severed He Qingxie's right hamstring, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

The long-lost scream came as promised, and Jun Yao held onto the hilt of Fengshuang's sword, and finally laughed out loud under the howling night wind when he heard the wailing wailing.

"Experience the pain in my heart, your fault, my punishment is far more than that."

He Qingxie stared at the stars in the night with slack eyes, and almost lost his breath.

In the days that followed, He Qingxie was in a deep and fiery hell, she was subjected to inhuman abuse, Jun Yao Xianzun used various methods, and various criminal laws emerged one after another.Every time when the bright moon rises into the sky, He Qingxie almost has only his last breath left. When he sees that someone is about to die, Jun Yao will feed him a Guiyuan Pill, so as to gather energy to refresh his mind and just hang on to his life.

After being tortured and hanged like this, after a few days, He Qingxie lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye - ? laps.

Jun Yao saw it, tsk tsk, and said in a low voice: "If you are dead, He Qingxie, wouldn't my visit to Linyuan be very boring? Dear disciple, you must hold on."

Junyao Xianzun seldom? said? a lot? in Shangqingxu, since she left Shangqingxu, her ridicule towards He Qingxie has almost caught up with her words in a hundred years.

However, she has been taught in Shangqingxu since she was a child, and she has no time to be exposed to the swear words of the world. Naturally, she can't say too many swear words. The most she said is "boring", "You must hold on."

He Qingxie was almost numb, and the swaying figure in front of her eyes was somewhat blurred, which seemed extremely unreal, and she couldn't hear what the other party was saying. When she was confused, she muttered to herself: "Master, you can't treat me like this... From the beginning to the end, I didn't do it..."

"It was you, you provoked me first..."

"It's you……"

The monks in the Mahayana period can hear even the slightest voice, when Jun Yao heard this, he smiled contemptuously.

"Provocation, what is provocation?" Jun Yao looked at the scribbled arm, and asked with a chuckle, "It is the apprentice I personally accepted who didn't trust me, and in the illusion, gave me the most sinister and poisonous knife? ?, or are you taking advantage of others when this seat is persecuted by Yaocao and entangled in lust? He Qingxie, what about your face?"

He Qingxie passed out.

This kind of situation has become commonplace in these absurd days, and Jun Yao is not surprised. She leaned on the back of a huge boulder, folded her hands around her chest, looked at He Qingxie, and raised her head again. look to the night sky.

Half a month, six days have passed.

The trip to Liyuan is not far but not too short. On the way, she——tortured He Qingxie—while rushing. There is barely enough time to get to Liyuan to get the heart fire, so it will be according to her plan. Keep it up.

Under the stars and the moon, Jun Yao closed her eyes and recalled what happened in the past few days. She cut off He Qingxie's hamstring, locked He Qingxie's ankle with a soul-binding lock, and dragged him along the road with the imperial sword. Pierce the wounds on both shoulders again and pour salt, press the hilt of the sword into the hole while people are used to choking in the pool, place the black gold thread on the Yanhuang Shenmu to roast, and wrap the other end around the wrist .

There are still many methods that have not yet been tested. Jun Yao has an unspeakable expectation in her heart, and this expectation is about to become a kind of addiction. She wants to hear He Qingxie's scream, and that voice can make her forget for a while. Who is he, and disguised her as a ruthless executioner.

When He Qingxie was whipped and punished—? At the moment, she was Su Changyi, not Junyao, not the noble and awe-inspiring fairy in Shangqingxu.

Only in this way can we linger on under all kinds of pressure—?

"So, how do we relax tomorrow?" Jun Yao put his hands on his chest and asked himself darkly.

At noon on this day, the two of them went to a colorful peach blossom grove, which is very rare in the entire cultivation world. Only -? Yan Se.

——From behind the branches, two figures slowly approached. The white clothes and silver clothes caught the eye, and the other——a gray-faced figure was covered in rags, his long hair was loose, and his bloody ankle was covered with——a very thin golden hair Locked with a small chain with thin fingers, the person was dragged -? step -? staggered.

The author has something to say: #On, the beginning of this chapter#

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