Watching Leng Liuliu change from a beautiful young girl to a frail old woman in front of them, they were all afraid, afraid of Yang Chan, and even more afraid that they would become like that.
At this moment, they finally saw the true nature of a witch.
They knelt on the ground and just begged for mercy. They all had the same idea and never wanted to appear in front of Yang Chan again.
The female disciples of the Yin Goddess all charm all living beings, and those with poor spiritual qualifications need to entertain people with sex. The importance of appearance to them is self-evident. When the appearance is withered, they lose all their reliance. Once the face is gone, Without everything to rely on, what would they have left?
That face meant everything to them, but Yang Chan had the means to take everything away from them.
Leng Liuliu's old face was full of despair. She looked down at her withered and wrinkled hands, unwilling to believe that she had lost everything.
She stretched out her trembling hands and walked towards Yang Chan step by step, pleading continuously: "Give it back to me! Give it back to me!"
Yang Chan shook his head and said: "How can there be any reason to recycle the water? The consequences of tomorrow will be the consequences of today. From the moment you wanted to deal with my friend, you should have thought that you would have such a result. Sparing you a life is already a mistake. Just one side."
With a flick of his hand, Leng Liuliu was immediately unable to move and had no way to get closer.
Yang Chan took another look at the fellow disciples on the ground who were trembling with fear and still kneeling on their knees, not daring to get up. There was no change in her expression, but she sighed in her heart.
She did not embarrass her fellow disciples and turned around to leave.
As soon as she left, those people finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at each other with lingering fears. Then they looked at Leng Liuliu, who was filled with fear for a while.
If Yang Chan hadn't stopped just now, each of them would have met a cold fate. Thinking of this, they broke out in a cold sweat.
Two people went over to help Leng Liuliu up. As soon as they touched Leng Liuliu, their hearts suddenly felt cold again.
Leng Liuliu was thin and weak, her skin was wrinkled and tight, and it felt like dry firewood to the touch. Her face was like the bark of a dead tree, and upon closer inspection, she looked disgusting.
Leng Liuliu was so disheartened that she didn't notice the look on her classmates who were usually good friends with her at this moment. Infinite hatred gradually filled her eyes, but she didn't hate Yang Chan, but Gu Chen. In her eyes, Come on, if it weren't for Gu Chen's appearance, she definitely wouldn't have incurred this result.
"Revenge! I want revenge!"
The voice that came out of Leng Liuliu's wrinkled mouth was hoarse, like sand and stones rubbing against each other, which shocked everyone. The two classmates who were holding Leng Liuliu subconsciously let go. He stopped her and took a step back.
Leng Liuliu staggered and almost fell down, but it seemed that the thought of revenge gave her a lot of strength. She actually stood firm, and then looked at her fellow disciples.
"Sisters, I want revenge! Help me once!"
Everyone retreated one after another. Thinking of Yang Chan's magical power just now, they were all frightened. They shook their heads and said: "Senior Sister Leng, stop joking. Let us go against Senior Sister Yang. This is absolutely impossible. I don't even want to see her again. Yes, it’s terrible.”
Leng Liuliu said quickly: "I'm not asking you to help me deal with her, but the one named Gu Chen, he was the one who did the harm. As long as you help me teach them a lesson and let me take revenge."
Everyone shook their heads like rattles, disagreeing.
Just kidding, the reason why Yang Chan was angry and took away Leng Liuliu's youth was because Leng Liuliu attacked her friends and now asked them to do the same thing. Isn't this pushing them into the fire pit?
Leng Liuliu trembled and said sadly: "I used to be kind to you, but now with this request, you are not willing to help me?"
A woman hesitated for a moment, then said: "Senior Sister Leng, to be honest, if Senior Sister Yang didn't want to let us go, no one would be able to escape here. She has shown mercy to us, and I don't want to go against her anymore." , if you need help with anything, I will help you, but I will never participate in anything that goes against Senior Sister Yang."
Others also nodded. Seeing Leng Liuliu's expression of being unable to accept it and trying to persuade, they all found reasons to avoid it.
More importantly, they really didn't want to talk to Leng Liuliu's face anymore.
Leng Liuliu laughed miserably, and sat down on the ground without any image. Her wrinkled lips were bitten by her, and a small amount of blood came out. She was still unaware of it, and the hatred in her eyes could not go away, and even intensified.
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After Yang Chan walked out of Xiangqianju, she looked at the vast streets and was at a loss for what to do.
Although she didn't take Leng Liuliu seriously, but in the future, she didn't even have anyone she could talk to, so her mood was inevitably a bit complicated.
Thinking of the way his fellow students knelt down in fear and begged for mercy, Yang Chan smiled inexplicably and murmured: "In that case, let everyone be afraid of me."
Thinking like this, she smiled slightly, and that smile made passers-by fascinated, and they were still unknown when they collided with each other.
Yang Chan ignored them and left directly. She walked quickly towards the city gate.
As long as she scans every street and searches all hotels and inns, she won't believe that she can't find Gu Chen.
Gu Chen finally came, and he was finally so close to her in Nanyang City.
Thinking of the moment they met in front of the Qingmu Inn ten years ago, and the innocent and ignorant words he said at that time, Yang Chan's lips showed a smile.
This smile was pure and sincere, completely different from the charming smile she usually wore on her face. Unfortunately, no one could see it at this time.
Yang Chan walked not far before she stopped again. She turned around and looked at the top of the building, where there was a person standing.
Yun Zhi's face was expressionless, staring at her condescendingly, and her energy had already been locked onto her.
The two masters and disciples, one as cold as ice and the other as smiling as a peach blossom, exuded the charm of two heretical but homologous charms, and for a moment they were evenly matched.
Passers-by stopped and looked at the two of them, with confused and confused expressions on their faces.
Yun Zhi and Yang Chan were one at a height and the other on the road, about twenty feet apart, leaving them confused for a moment on whom to focus their attention on.
Nowadays, Nanyang City is full of immortal cultivators, but they are unable to stop Yun Zhi and Yang Chan's charming skills.
Yun Zhi and Yang Chan didn't take these people seriously. At this time, they only had each other in their eyes.
Yang Chan smiled and said: "Master, you are really in a leisurely mood. The scenery of Nanyang City is beautiful, surrounded by beautiful mountains and rivers. Are you out for an outing?"
Yun Zhi looked at Yang Chan deeply. Her cultivation was far above Yang Chan, but her skills in beauty were only on par with Yang Chan. It only took this disciple ten years to reach this stage.
ten years.
Yun Zhi was slightly startled. Time passed by in a blink of an eye. When she looked back, she realized that it had been a very long time. She didn't know when Yang Chan's cultivation strength had gradually become a mystery in her eyes, and she couldn't see through it. .
Suppressing the turmoil in her heart, Yun Zhi said calmly: "Where are you going?"
Yang Chan shrugged, brushed her hair, and said, "Look for someone."
"who?"
"Old friend."
"Where is the old friend?"
"It's been a long time coming."
The conversation between the two was clear and fast, but it didn't focus on the point.
Yun Zhi stared at Yang Chan, stopped testing her, and said directly: "Don't go."
A burst of spiritual pressure was released, causing Yang Chan's pupils to shrink.
Except for a few people further away on the street, everyone else was swaying and unsteady, and some people were even forced to lie on the ground.
Yang Chan's body was as soft as a bone, twisting slightly and rhythmically, relieving the invisible pressure.
Her figure was graceful and graceful, and the twisting made her even more shocking. Those who were unstable due to Yunzhi's spiritual pressure looked at Yang Chan with their eyes and noses bleeding.
"Then don't go."
Yang Chan smiled and was surprisingly obedient, which made Yun Zhi's eyes flash with the joy of control. However, Yang Chan's words immediately made Yun Zhi's eyes as cold as ice.
"I will listen to you before the Mingyue Heart Conference, but after the Mingyue Heart Conference, you can never meddle in my affairs again."
Yun Zhi narrowed her eyes, hiding murderous intent, and moved her fingers slightly, making the atmosphere tense.
