She hates the hypocrisy of this woman most.
Jing Si was non-committal, "Even if it is a dog, I am willing. Throughout the ages, betrayers have never gotten a good end, Duan Ziyin, you still pray, and then, it won't be too miserable!"
Her words successfully caused Duan Ziyin's face to change, and her body suddenly stiffened.
Just now, Su Kui asked clearly and asked Yue Fusang how to punish her. She couldn't help but put her eyes on Yue Fusang, looked at him pleadingly, and shook her head insignificantly, hoping that he could see the feelings of the past and let her go.
Su Kui hooked her lips, never knowing that the always gentle mirror priest had such a sharp-toothed side.
"Yes, Jing Si, eldest brother admire it!" Di Guangxuan raised his sword eyebrows, raised his thumb, and praised him.
On the contrary, this sentence caused Jing Si to lose his temper, and he lowered his head embarrassedly and stopped talking.
Yue Fusang seemed to have not seen Duan Ziyin's call for help. He took out the porcelain bottle from his sleeve and held the porcelain bottle with his big, well-knotted hands. It was particularly attractive. He opened his mouth and said: "After the drunk beauty was eaten for the first time, its toxicity can definitely make the poisoned person feel painful. She once gave you this medicine, Manshu, today, I will give her the drunk beauty, how about ?"
"Do not!!"
Duan Ziyin screamed, she was thrown in the yard, there was no shelter, and the heavy snow quickly wet her body.
The wound was stinging, and she shook her head crazily and backed away. However, her cultivation base was sealed and her hands and feet were trapped. She could only wriggle on the soles of Su Kui's feet like a bug.
Su Kui lowered her eyes, the ink-colored eyes reflected this picture, and she was silent for a while, her lips curled suddenly, and she laughed ironically, "Tsk, it's really embarrassing," she got up, the more Fusang hurriedly reached out and embraced her. Wrap her in a fox fur.
She walked into the snow curtain, slowly bends down, raised her hand to pinch Duan Ziyin's chin. That hand is so powerful that no matter how hard Duan Ziyin struggles, he can't escape Su Kui's restraint.
The fierce and cold eyes shot straight into her eyes, Su Kui's red lips lightly tucked like blood, as he used to be, high and domineering. It was this queen-like appearance that made Duan Ziyin harbor a grudge.
Su Kui's red lips lightly opened, and said contemptuously: "Duan Ziyin, if you knew that betraying me was like this, would you still do it?"
"However," she shook off her chin in disgust, raised her hand, and the more Fusang tacitly wiped her fingers one by one, her brows bloomed, her eyes gleaming, "Those free disciples, thank you so much. , You are their benefactor. Probably in the future, they will also sacrifice the ego for you and fulfill the spirit of the greater ego, and they will feel admiration, huh—"
She sneered, turned and walked back under the eaves.
Even if she is in a simple wooden house, her powerful aura still makes people feel that she is still in the magnificent grand hall, high above, looking down on sentient beings.
Su Kui tilted her head, "Duan Ziyin, what you want is actually because of Luojiao, right? Oh, yes, and him," she hooked her lips, stood on her toes, and sucked his lips in front of everyone. Jiao, staring at Duan Ziyin with a nasty look, "Are you feeling inferior? You want to get everything I have, but people should be born to see their own position!"
A man is hers, her status, and hers.
"In the end, you end up alone, and the person who died miserably will only be you!"