After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

Sheng Zhao was coughing and panting weakly, his brows and eyes were frowned in pain, as if he couldn't bear it, he could only support the executioner.

But because of fear, his soft fingers tightened weakly, clutching the executioner's clothes, as if to refuse.

Pei Qiyan looked at Hongyi Jianxiu with gloomy eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

The murderous intent in his eyes has not faded away.

He pinched the back of Sheng Zhao's neck as if to comfort him, and when he touched the smooth skin, he kneaded it subconsciously a few times.

Pei Qiyan's face did not change, but his purple eyes were still full of sternness.

He easily picked up Renxiu who was lying on top of him, flipped his wrist, and pressed Renxiu against the wall.

With the other hand, he took off the sword from Renxiu's waist and threw it on the ground.

Without the sword, the sword cultivator is half weak.

Renxiu couldn't resist, and because he was on the verge of death just now, he was afraid and didn't dare to move.

He opened a pair of eyes that were about to shed tears, met the pair of slightly squinted purple eyes, and saw a murderous aura filled with fishy smell.

He was stabbed by the killing intent, and he didn't dare to catch his breath. He asked in a hoarse voice: "You are from the demon clan, and I have never had any enmity with the demon clan."

"I'm alone, and you don't ask for money."

Renxiu talked for a long time, his throat hurt, he took a deep breath, and continued slowly: "Who sent you to kill me?"

"I just want to die to understand."

The executioner was a half-grown boy, but he was full of murderous intent. He pretended to be a child, tilted his head, and asked incomprehensibly, "Alone?"

Pei Qiyan rolled these four words in his heart, recalled the rules of the orthodox monks, made a guess, and said, "Are you a casual cultivator?"

Sheng Zhao raised his eyes and looked at him for a while, then coughed dryly, before answering: "En."

Pei Qiyan smiled: "Aren't you Sheng Zhao?"

Sheng Zhao's heart tightened, and he shook his head calmly: "No."

It seemed that the executioner in front of him didn't know who he was, and the employer was also negligent, but this gave him a glimmer of life.

Sheng Zhao thought, he was extremely flustered, but the young man opposite him was still holding his neck, pinching his lifeblood.

His fingertips were painfully pinched by himself, and he forcibly calmed down to cover it up.

"My name is Zhaoyu, and I'm a casual cultivator. Although I also like to wear red clothes, I can't compare to this No. 1 Tianjiao." Sheng Zhao said every word.

Pei Qiyan repeated with a puzzled face: "Tianjiao number one?"

He pressed Sheng Zhao's lifeline, and asked inexplicably, "Then Sheng Zhao is only a golden core, and he is called the No. [-] Tianjiao."

"Big Brother, at your age, you already have a Nascent Soul."

"I think that the big brother is worthy of the status of being the number one in the world." Pei Qiyan drilled down, inserted into Renxiu's tightly clenched hand, and unhurriedly opened Renxiu's root jade Pointing, he said: "It's just a casual cultivator, how can I have such aptitude, how can I have the resources to be promoted to Nascent Soul, I'm so curious."

"I don't know if big brother can clear up my confusion for me?"

Pei Qiyan asked repeatedly, holding the jade-like fingertips in his hand, thinking that this hand was slippery and tender, so soft that it didn't look like a sword repairer's hand, but it was very suitable for playing with.

He asked again: "Why is big brother so nervous? There are finger prints on him."

Sheng Zhao was dripping with cold sweat, and the other party only touched his body lightly, and he still had the face to ask him why he was nervous.

He hooked his lower lip weakly: "It hurts too much."

"You're a demon, so you don't know anything. The reason why he is the No. [-] Tianjiao is that he can cultivate the ninth-grade golden elixir in five years." Renxiu seemed to be in severe pain, and he paused for a while, his eyelids Constantly trembling: "And I am a Nascent Soul that I have never dared to slow down since I was a child."

"It's incomparable."

"And my resources..." Renxiu paused, frowning in pain, and after a while he said, "I have made many friends, and they gave it to me."

Pei Qiyan listened calmly, thinking in his heart, is it really hurting so much?

Thinking like this, I couldn't help but lowered my eyes and took a look.

When you look at it, your eyes are glued to it.

That slender neck like jade was made whiter by the red dress, the skin was thinner, and the veins and veins underneath were slightly exposed.

It is extremely fragile and beautiful, and everything is beautiful.

Now there are five fingerprints on it, all bruised and purple, and even black in some places, but it can't be said to be unsightly.

On the contrary, it is like shackles that imprison this beauty, making people think of some taboo and cruel boudoir pleasures at a glance.

Pei Qiyan's lavender eyes deepened again, and it took a lot of effort to look at this man Xiu's expression again.

Renxiu was still explaining: "You should have mistook me when you saw me walking with the disciples of the Sword Sect."

Pei Qiyan stared at Renxiu intently, the other person's eyelids trembled and his breathing was fluttered.

After a while, Pei Qiyan let go of him: "Brother Zhaoyu is so good-looking, I couldn't move my eyes away for a while."

This is what faith means.

Only then did Sheng Zhao catch his breath, he leaned against the wall and gasped for breath, coughing muffled, his throat was hurt, and when he coughed, he smelt of blood.

Pei Qiyan stepped forward to pat Sheng Zhao's back, his voice full of remorse and guilt: "Brother Zhaoyu, I'm sorry."

"It's me who was mistaken."

After "the truth came out", Pei Qiyan put away all his killing intent, and when he lowered his eyelids apologetically against this boyish face, he became more obedient and harmless.

Sheng Zhao looked up with effort, and all the previous intentions dissipated: "No problem."

Pei Qiyan raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that this person was too bullying.

If someone admits his mistake and is tortured like this, then he will definitely let the other party know how to write the word "death".

But this person has exposed it lightly.

He also remembered what Renxiu had just said about "making friends widely", probably because of his good temper, he made so many friends.

Brutely lifted a casual cultivator to Yuanying cultivation base.

But it's impossible for Pei Qiyan to compensate for this "mistake". He has no empathy or morality. If he didn't make the mistake, he would kill the person and throw the body.

Pei Qiyan himself finds it strange that he can still go to appease him for a while, just because he has shown great kindness.

When the man's coughing slowed down, he let go, turned around mercilessly, and wanted to leave.

Before he took two steps, someone grabbed his wrist.

Holding his hand softly and bonelessly, Pei Qiyan thought that if others dared to stop him, he would have cut off his hand by the root.

Why……

Why did he let Zhaoyu stop him?He even turned around to look at it with great interest.

Sheng Zhao stood up straight: "Your Excellency, I see that you are kind-hearted and sensible."

As soon as these words came out, Pei Qiyan couldn't help laughing from the bottom of his heart. If he said modestly, would he be considered a good person?

How naive this man is.

He pretended to be stunned, and nodded a little incomprehensibly, with a look of "you're right", quite young and ignorant and harmless, even the killer who was killed before can be classified as young and frivolous.

Seeing him like this, Sheng Zhao became bolder: "I want to ask who wanted to kill Sheng Zhao and what was the reason."

Pei Qiyan's eyes were fixed: "Brother Zhaoyu asked this why?"

Sheng Zhao smiled gently: "I also have a gentleman's friendship with him."

Pei Qiyan thought in his heart, well, he is still a good person.

Pei Qiyan: "That's not okay, big brother, you missed my business. I'm still waiting for my employer's Lingshi to buy candy."

Sheng Zhao felt anxious and said, "I can also give you the spirit stone."

Pei Qiyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled lightly: "That's not possible."

"Brother Zhaoyu, don't embarrass me, I can't miss the appointment, but I welcome my brother to come to me for a deal at any time!"

Pei Qiyan said with a smile, "I can kill anyone you want."

Sheng Zhao was frightened by the killing intent in these words, so he remained silent.

When Pei Qiyan left again, he didn't dare to stop him.

Pei Qiyan waved his hand, said "goodbye", and disappeared within a few steps.

Sheng Zhao no longer pretended, his face was terribly cold, he took out an elixir and swallowed it to relieve the pain without expression.

The elixir melted in his mouth, and when he swallowed it moistened his dry throat, but it still hurt badly.

He clicked his tongue impatiently, and called out the water mirror to take a closer look at the injury on his neck.

Rummaging in the mustard space, he took out a bottle of spiritual ointment.

Before he could move, a person came beside him.

Qi Ren took the medicine in Sheng Zhao's hand, and at a glance he could see that it came out of Qi Hua's hand. His eyes darkened, and when he passed over the black fingerprints on Sheng Zhao's neck, they became darker.

Qi Ren: "Let me do it."

He dipped the medicine on his fingertips, leaned over, and wiped it on carefully.

"It's hard to find the young master, why is the young master injured again?" Qi Ren is not a talkative person, but he is very angry now, and he can't choose what to say for a while.

Seeing that Sheng Zhao didn't say a word, he held back his anger and stopped asking, and added: "Next time...be careful."

Only then did Sheng Zhao respond: "Okay."

Sheng Zhao asked, "Have you been looking for me for a long time?"

Qi Ren said: "The banquet has just ended, not long ago."

In fact, the banquet was over long ago, and Qi Ren searched inch by inch to find Sheng Zhao.

He smiled and said nothing.

Sheng Zhao: "Qi Ren, I need your help."

Qi Ren: "As long as you are a son, I will help you with anything."

Qi Ren caressed those fingerprints with some pity, the Qi family was in chaos, none of them could bear to hurt Sheng Zhao.

But now he only left Sheng Zhao for a few days, and Sheng Zhao suffered such a serious injury.

Qi Ren wanted to ask, but he knew that Sheng Zhao wouldn't speak, and he didn't want to make Sheng Zhao unhappy and despise him, so he could only keep his mouth shut.

Even when Sheng Zhao asked him for help, he was very happy.

Because whoever can help Sheng Zhao can get Sheng Zhao to ask for help.

Only him, and only him.

"It's overstepped." Qi Ren apologized, and his subordinates acted tough.

There is also a reward for helping.

Sheng Zhao knew that he did not resist.

He let the increasingly mad dog lean up to his neck.

Sniff and rub.

Qi Ren smelled the fragrance of the ointment and the sweet fragrance of Sheng Zhao's body, closed his eyes obsessively, and opened his lips to touch Sheng Zhao's small, slightly protruding Adam's apple.

He held it between his lips and rubbed it slowly.

Qi Ren stuck to each other, his mind was in a mess, he couldn't help but put his arms around Sheng Zhao's thin waist, and pressed him against the wall.

He leaned slightly, breathed heavily, and kissed Sheng Zhao's neck.

Dare not stick out your tongue, dare not show your teeth.

Qi Ren remembers not to lick or bite, because Sheng Zhao will turn his face.

He could only bear against the soft flesh, sucking and grinding, until the veins on his forehead burst out.

The tip of the nose sniffs the increasingly fragrant fragrance.

Sheng Zhao leisurely caresses Qi Ren's hair, messing up Qi Ren's dark hair like a dog.

He waited for a long time before Qi Ren let out a heavy gasp.

Qi Ren waited for a while, then opened his dark eyes, and raised his head to straighten Sheng Zhao's clothes that were a little messed up by him.

With a gentle smile, he said, "Young Master, I really laughed at you."

"But when I see Young Master next time, I really can't help it."

"But this is busy, please tell me, my lord."