Only a fantasy young man like Luo Yishan who could simply believe in "the beauty of childhood sweethearts" would believe such a naive reason, right
Everyone speculated that the problem must come from the Mirror Sect!
"Senior brother, do you still remember that disciple's appearance?" Xiao Qingfeng frowned, preparing to start from here.
Lu Jiuque shook his head and said, "I took a closer look. All the disciples of the Ming Mirror Sect attended the competition today, and no one was late."
"Is this true?"
"really!"
"So, someone is pretending?"
"Damn, this guy is so cunning!"
Zuo Lengyang frowned and said, "Tonight, no one is allowed to leave the courtyard." Since some people can attack Luo Yishan for victory, they can also attack others for victory.
Tomorrow was the last competition, and he had to be prepared.
Seeing the cold aura exuding from Zuo Lengyang's body, the disciples also nodded.
"yes!"
"yes!"
…
In the courtyard of the Peak Master of the Ming Mirror Sect, the Peak Master of the Ming Mirror Sect, who had already been mentally prepared, was currently lying on the ground, shivering, waiting for the verdict of his fate.
Why hasn't that man appeared yet
Could it be said that he forgave his food
Just when he didn't know if he still had life to see the sun tomorrow, a warm breath slowly covered his body, and a sticky wet feeling was like a huge hand, strangling him. took his breath away.
Then, the devilish teasing spread from his heart little by little.
"So what? Does it feel comfortable? The feeling of being wrapped by your wife..."
The Peak Master of the Mirror Sect narrowed his eyes and looked sideways to see the perfectly peeled human skin hanging from his shoulders.
The person who did it was very patient and even managed to pull out a finger.
is her…
It's her skin!
It turns out that this man really does what he says...
His wife, his wife... was actually crawling on his back in a strange way. The blood donation that had already turned into dark red hit the ground with a "tick-tock-tick" sound, as if it was hitting his future. and above hope.
Filth, filth, despair...
"ah-"
He was about to roar and scream, but the next moment he couldn't resist and was picked up like a poultry.
The man moved his long, narrow and evil hand over his face, and said coldly: "Do you still remember that I said yesterday that if you lose again, what will be your end?"
The Peak Master of the Mirror Sect trembled and closed his eyes to cover up the overwhelming emotions.
No…
No…
He doesn’t want to die yet, he doesn’t want to die yet!
The man seemed to appreciate the ugly appearance of the Peak Master of the Mirror Sect very much. Seeing the smelly liquid flowing out of his trousers, he smiled and suddenly let go of his neck, letting him fall heavily to the ground.
"Haha, but the information you gave yesterday was useful. Seeing that you helped me a little, I will spare you the death penalty for this crime."
"What?" The Peak Master of the Mirror Sect trembled and looked at the man blankly.
The man also smiled compassionately and gently: "Today, you must work hard... Otherwise, I may abandon you as a chess piece at any time."
The Peak Master of the Mirror Sect didn't know why, but he still nodded wildly and said: "Slave, I will definitely live up to my master's expectations."