The nails were firmly embedded in the blood and bones, and slowly dripped down the dark and damp ground along the lines of the skin, Yan Rong's eyes were red, and she said in a deep voice, "Even so, I don't hate Master, all of me Everything is given by the master, so if the master wants it, just accept it."
Shen Mubai really wanted to yell at him for being brainless, she was already like this, and she still looked determined.
She secretly took a deep breath, stared at Yan Rong and said every word, "I dug up the golden pill for you, firstly because I wanted to slap those people in the face, and secondly because I was betting that you could I can't make Yuan Ling regret it, because he has something in his hand that I really want."
The atmosphere around Yan Rong became violent, he raised his eyes, his eyes were shockingly red, and his whole face was extremely shocked, "Master, do you want to exchange me for something like that?"
There seemed to be something disappearing in his eyes, and he just stared at her quietly, expressionless.
Shen Mubai's heart trembled, the hatred value seemed to be successfully pulled, she continued to work hard and nodded indifferently, "That's right."
Yan Rong's body trembled with a smile, he seldom smiled, and every time he smiled, the gloom between his brows could be melted away, making him look extremely handsome, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes. But this time, with a trembling eccentricity, "Master, if you want it, even if I risk my life, I will get it for you."
He just looked at Shen Mubai without blinking, his eyes were dark.
Shen Mubai felt that something was wrong, but she could only bite the bullet and continue, "You? Do you think how much you are valued as a teacher, if you are not still useful, as a teacher these years, I would not have paid attention to you. Even the cypress water is more pleasing to the eye than you."
Yan Rong smiled lowly, "Master, do you like disciples with that kind of temperament?"
Shen Mubai said coldly, "So what."
Yan Rong paused, staring at her without blinking, "Then I'll kill him, and I'll kill as many disciples like this as Master accepts in the future."
Shen Mubai's scalp was numb from his eyes, and she always felt that there was something wrong with the conversation between the two. Seeing that the time was almost up, she said coldly, "Do you think you can live to the future?"
She drew out her spirit sword and pointed it directly at Yan Rong's chest, her tone was devoid of emotion, appearing extremely indifferent, "I'm going to clean up the house today."
Yan Rong looked at him with his head tilted, and said calmly, "Master, isn't he going to torture me?"
Shen Mubai said with a sneer, "Of course I want it, but I'm a little curious, what is the difference between the heart of this demon cultivator and the heart of a monk, is it black like the rumors."
Yan Rong stared straight at her, and said softly, "If Master wants to know, why not dig it out with your own hands."
Shen Mubai looked at him with creepy eyes, moved his scalp numbly and said, "I think it's dirty."
Low laughter sounded in the dark and damp underground cell.
Shen Mubai pointed straight at the spirit sword and pierced it into his heart, and at the same time said to the system in his mind, "Are you ready?"
The system replied, "Ready, countdown 3, 2... 1."
The spirit sword barely penetrated a centimeter, and the bright red blood stained the tip of the blade. Yan Rong stared at her for a moment, not even noticing that a formation with complicated lines was looming under his feet.
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