The Secret of the Seal

"Bad scorpion, what do you say?" The jailer was playing with a whip in his hand, and his eyes were full of haze.

I thought that the red lotus charm might have been **** at this time, but I couldn’t do anything. Jin Pingyue’s heart was full of unspeakable hatred. I ignored the jail of the jailer. Zhang mouth shouted, “You are a beast, No, you are not as good as a beast!"

"Bad scorpion, I make your mouth hard!" The jailer screamed, and waved the whip and slammed it toward Jin Pingyue.

Lin Qingfeng saw the machine fast, suddenly explored his hand, and held the whip slightly in his hand. Although the repair was sealed, Lin Qingfeng’s skill is still neat. [

"Prisoners are also people, I am not allowed to fight you again!" Lin Qingfeng said sharply.

The last time, the jailer was stunned by Lin Qingfeng's power, and it was inevitable that he had a bit of timidity. He was resentful. Now, Lin Qingfeng stood up again, and his voice was cold, his wrists trembled, and he was really angry. Act on the whip.

Lin Qingfeng was repaired as a seal, how can he resist? I only felt a pain in my hand, and I couldn't help but loosen my hand.

"Linda brother!" Jin Pingyue could not help but screamed. I saw Lin Qingfeng's palm, blood surged like a note, and even a whip slightly cut out a not shallow blood trough.

Quickly tear a piece of cloth from the hem, and pack Lin Qingfeng's hand.

Suddenly ignoring the burning pains of the burning heart, Lin Qingfeng will be a pair of eyes full of resentment, and smothered to the jailer.

The jailer smiled a few times, and the cold road said, "Do you not like the chaos?" This is my punishment for you! How about it, is it good? Hehe..."

"You are a beast, I killed you!" The drunk monk gnashed his teeth and rushed toward the jailer. It’s a pity that they are separated by an iron fence, so that the anger of the drunken monk’s stomach is not venting.

The jailer was not unceremonious. When the drunken monk rushed up, the whip in his hand suddenly turned into a black "light" lightning, and a slamming sound was slammed on the body of the drunk monk, and the skin was fleshy and bloody. .

The drunken monk is as if he does not feel it. He just struggles to stretch his hand out of the gap of the iron fence, and wants to catch the jailer.

"I killed you, I killed you!" The shape of the drunk monk is almost crazy.

"Monk, don't do this!" Jin Ping saw it at a glance, and quickly rushed forward, trying to return the drunken monk, lest he should suffer again.

Unexpectedly, before she could pull the drunken monk back, the whip of the jailer fell on her body, and the painful Jin Pingyue screamed and fell to the ground.

"Pingyue!" Lin Qingfeng rushed to the past, and the sullen eyes must be smashed out.

The jailer seemed to be watching a lively show, making a smirk of laughter.

"I am!" The jailer was laughing and happy. The drunken monk suddenly slammed out and rushed out, and he did not favor it. He just spit into the jailer's mouth.

"Ha ha ha ... ha ha ha ..." out of this bitter, drunken monk can not help but send a burst of laughter.

After the jailer fell over the river, the eyes of the gas were red, and the hand was smothered with a poisonous whip. The whip was turned into a poisonous needle, flashing the cold light of the black color, straight to the throat of the drunk monk. In the past, it was clear that it was killing.

"The monk is careful!" Seeing the drunk monk did not mean to dodge, Lin Qingfeng was shocked by the color, and he threw him to the ground. [

The drunk monk turned Lin Qingfeng down from his own body and angered that "Lao Lin, my great monk has never been so humiliated for a lifetime, and it is not as good as a dead one!" , glaring at the jailer, the hysterical shout "Come, kill me, you bastard!"

The drunk monk is a monk on the outside, but in reality it is limited to appearance. Not to mention that he eats meat and drinks, and regards the Buddhist monks as a child's play, and the bones are a vulgar person. "Sex" is bold, full of passion, clear and loving, and extremely dignified. The humiliation in this dungeon has long surpassed the bottom line that he can bear in his heart. At this time, he has already died to solve the problem.

Lin Qingfeng and the drunk monk's friendship for decades, how can he not understand him? After listening to his words, it is like eating Huanglian, in his heart, all are bitter.

I want to persuade a few drunk monks, but Lin Qingfeng’s brain is blank, and I don’t know what to say. In fact, in his subconscious mind, why haven't he raised the same thoughts as drunk monks?

"You **** vulture, go to hell!" The jailer snarled and the whip was up again.

Although it is determined to die, the heart of the drunk monk still has a strong unwillingness. Not willing to die in the hands of the jailer, this is really a shame for the reputation of his drunk monk's life. There is no way, in such a situation, living will only continue to suffer from infinite humiliation.

The drunk monk did not close his eyes, but widened his eyes and stared at the jailer. His heart constantly reminded himself that he must firmly remember the jailer’s face and wait for his next life to be killed. Revenge for yourself.

Lin Qingfeng did not dissuade him, and he did not make another rescue. His mind had already made up his mind. After the drunk monk died, he would not continue to live.

There is no banquet in the world. Lin Qingfeng, drunk monk, Jin Pingyue have never been separated for decades. At this time, they have to do something else. Jin Pingyue’s eyes are filled with tears. She has always been the most delicate in her mind. Can she not understand the minds of Lin Qingfeng and the drunk monk?

Just as the drunken monk quietly waited for the moment of death, just before the jailer’s whip was about to pierce the drunken monk’s throat, the light of the blue and blue color suddenly lit up, not waiting for the jailer’s reaction. Come over, the whip in his hand, just in the light of the blue color of the water, the inch is broken.

"Who?" The jailer's whip was destroyed and his face was full of anger.

Drunk monk, Lin Qingfeng, Jin Pingyue's face is full of surprises.

"You dog thief, want to kill my uncle?" Fang Xianer's pleasant voice, slowly passed.

"Is it Fairy!?" Lin Qingfeng couldn't believe his ears. A pair of eyes filled with inquiries and verifications looked at the drunk monk and Jin Pingyue.

Jin Pingyue almost didn't jump up and excitedly said, "It's Fairy, Fairy!"

Just as Jin Pingyue’s excitement was exclaimed, Fang Xian’er floated like a fairy.

At this time in Lin Qingfeng's eyes, Fang Xianer is no longer a Fang Xianer, but at the last moment of the dawn darkness, the touch of the sun is the most precious light of hope in despair...