Duan Ziyin's heart was beating fast, feeling that her heart was about to pop out of her throat. The palms of her hands were full of cold sweat, and a burst of icy chill, from the soles of her feet to the Tianling Gai, her whole body was trembling with cold.
Yes, although she hates and hates Inmanshu, she has to admit that she is also afraid of her.
This woman is too strange, she seems to be born for the magic way, there is no secular theory in her eyes, no ****, and she is so cold-blooded and outrageous.
Duan Ziyin took a deep breath, knelt down with a thump, clasped his fists, and respectfully said: "The subordinates did not mean this. I also ask the teacher to forgive me. It is because, no matter what, the son of Yue, he is also the Young Palace Master of the Changqing Palace. He is deeply loved by the Palace Master. Moreover, the Master, the Master, you only got it with a lot of effort. Just beating him to death like this would be too—"
Too cruel!
Duan Ziyin couldn't figure out the thoughts of this demon girl, but let her watch, so banished like a man, and being so humiliated, she couldn't do it! Moreover, even though she is in the magic way, she has been paying attention to Mingdao's news, knowing that this man has a very high voice in Mingdao, and if there is no accident, within ten years, she will definitely become a leader of Mingdao.
How could this be so, his father handed him over to this demon girl
Is it to break his arrogance for life? !
Su Kui didn't want to kill Yue Fusang, how could he complete the task if he killed him? But on the surface, it was still a cold face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. She slowly leaned over, slender fingers raised Duan Ziyin's chin, looked at her slightly heroic face, and chuckled, "Oh. Zuo Hufa really think so?"
Duan Ziyin suppressed the look in his eyes that he wanted to dodge, and said: "Yes, ask the lord to observe!"
The sharp fingertips ran across her cheek, and a blood stain appeared. Duan Ziyin was in pain, but he didn't dare to hum. People like Yin Manshu who take pleasure in seeing others' pain, if she expresses pain, she will only torture her happily.
Su Kui hummed boringly, loosened her jaw, and flicked her sleeves slightly, her peach-blooded eyes slanted and looked at the more Fusang, seeing that he seemed to have reached the limit, only relying on the tenacity in his body to support it. Then, his eyes darkened.
"Heh, this leader will naturally observe that since Zuo Dharma speaks, then I will spare you this time, the more Fusang!"
After saying that, shaking his sleeves and leaving, Jing Si breathed a sigh of relief, took a deep look at Duan Ziyin, and hurriedly followed.
The male pet hiding in the corner of the hall was so scared that his face was scared, and his whole body was shaking like chaff. To survive in such a demon cult, it is really possible to lose his life at any time.
As soon as Su Kui left, the tighter Fusang's spirit became loose, his body softened.
For some reason, he was inexplicable and didn't want to admit defeat in front of her. Just now, I saw her condescendingly looking down at him, her expression arrogant and bright, her red dress was like a fire, and the whip being thrown by her hunting wind, every time she hit him, he would not only experience the extreme pain, but also It won't hurt his life.
His pale lips hooked without emotion, and he slowly closed his eyes.
Seeing this, Duan Ziyin was startled, looked at the red figure that had long since disappeared outside the hall, and hurriedly bent down, trying to lift the person up.
Just at this moment, a pair of lead-gray eyes, I don't know when they opened, and looked straight at her, with a calm tone and no emotion, saying, "I can."