[Wearing the Book] Sick Beauty Master Respects He Refuses to Be Cannon Fodder

Everyone raised their heads, and saw Lu Yao coming in the morning light, his robes flying in the air, his ink hair slightly fluttering, as if he had come into the world from an exile.

But holding two children in a weird manner in his hands.

Several people stood up and watched him put the children down with a smile on his face, patted their little buttocks, and told them to walk slowly, the scene was silent for a moment.

This picture is very strange.

Immediately, Lu Yao raised his head, caught off guard and met Leng Huanqing's calm and calm eyes, and paused briefly.

Everyone watched with bated breath, whether he had really let go, or whether he was determined to die.

Pei Yiming clenched his fists, his palms were slightly sweaty.

Lu Yao raised his hand to salute, "Senior brother, head of the sect."

"Brothers, brothers. Some things have been delayed. I hope you will forgive me."

His face was relaxed, and his words sounded like he was here for a banquet, so he didn't look like he was going to be punished.

On the way here, Lu Yao was actually a little apprehensive.

After all, in the past, he really liked being cold and cheerless.

But now that the two of them were face to face, he didn't feel any excitement at all, just like meeting an ordinary colleague.

ice!

Lu Yao was very happy in his heart, he didn't want to have a sadomasochism who loves you and protects you silently.

Pei Yiming nodded first. This way of greeting was neither close nor distant, nor thick-skinned. He was quite satisfied with Lu Yao's performance.

Leng Huanqing looked at the smiling person in front of him, suddenly he was in a trance, after a few days of not seeing each other, Lu Yao's temperament changed drastically, it was like a different person.

This kind of brother is very familiar, but why can't I remember where I saw it.

An extremely strange feeling grew in his heart, and before he could think about it carefully, Pei Yiming had already started to speak, telling Lu Yao to start accepting punishment.

After such an interruption, Leng Huanqing didn't continue to think, just kept a blank face, and the outside world could no longer disturb him.

Lu Yao took a deep breath and walked to the central platform of Lingyun Peak without looking sideways. To protect his face as the hall master, he turned his back to the disciples.

Only Pei Yiming and the others could see his profile.

This is also what Lu Yao asked for.

Limbs and waist were locked, and then he lifted his legs and entered the cold pool.

Just as his feet touched the water, a bone-piercing chill rushed into his body, and he shivered violently.

"What are you doing..."

This morning too, I feel cold for no reason. Although the water in the cold pool will indeed affect me, it will not be to this extent.

Before he had time to think about it, he dipped into the pool, and the slightest bit of electricity paralyzed his body, making him unable to lift himself up.

boom!

A large cloud of dark clouds gathered above his head, illuminating his side face with twinkling.

With a flash of lightning, the first thunderbolt struck Lu Yao's heavenly spirit cover, and then along the water on his body, the pain from the needles covered every inch of his skin, but was quickly absorbed by Jiayi.

The fake blood that Pei Yiming had prepared for him was running down his head and face, making him look very miserable.

Lu Yao pretended to call a few times: "Ah! Ah..."

The wet hair touched his lips, feeling itchy, he raised his hand and scratched it, just in time to catch Leng Huanqing looking at him from the corner of his eye.

He trembled all over, and began to groan again with pain on his face.

After passing through Lei Xing, the color of the cold pool gradually became fiery red, turning into hot magma, and the heat rushed to his face, making him unable to open his eyes.

The whip from above lashed him mercilessly again and again.

If he didn't have this armor, he would definitely be ripped apart by now.

Lu Yao's eyes suddenly turned black, he shook his head vigorously, and suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, his internal organs were full of pain.

A chill winds up and covers the whole body, Lu Yao's lips tremble slightly, and his whole face turns black and blue.

His consciousness was half hazy and half clear, but he forced him to persevere until the execution was over.

Wei Zeming and the others gathered together, watching the little disciple take off the chain from him, Pei Yiming hurriedly reached out to help Lu Yao, and pulled him out.

"Brother...I'm so uncomfortable."

Lu Yao leaned weakly on his shoulder, his mouth was vague, Pei Yiming thought this guy was acting, but he was cold all over, as if he came out of an ice cave.

"Miaomiao?"

"cough…"

Before the words fell, blood slipped from Lu Yao's lips, and he passed out completely in his arms.

"Zeming, Xiao Qi!" Wei Zeming hurried forward.

All of a sudden, the scene became a mess, Wei Zeming inspected his body, frowning more and more tightly.

Qin Shuang pushed forward: "Ayin, Uncle Seventh has passed out!"

He pulled, but Yu Yin stood still: "He's fine, don't look at him."