Li Yuan felt the stinging pain in his chest like a sharp blade, cutting his heart. He pressed the painful part, and an indescribable panic surged in his heart.
He set out on his way home without hesitation, as if attracted by a strong magnetic force.
"Demon Lord, where are you going?" A clear voice echoed in the air, and a silver-haired man wearing a black robe and a mask suddenly appeared in front of Li Yuan's eyes, blocking his way. Li Yuan was anxious and waved this person away.
However, he only took a few steps before he found that he could go no further. Li Yuan clearly felt that there was a solid barrier in front of him, preventing him from moving forward. There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, and he kept kneading the secrets in his hands.
"Demon Lord, don't waste your efforts. You can't open the Infinite Rubik's Cube now, and you can't leave."
"Who are you?"
Li Yuan's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint, and he turned to look at the person.
The mysterious man in black smiled and said: "This is not important. What is important is, Demon Lord, how is the person you care about now." After saying that, the man in black waved his hand gently, and a square mirror appeared in front of them. Reflected inside are Zheng Xiyao and Lin Xuruo.
The picture in the mirror seemed to have magic power. Li Yuan stared at them closely, and a strong emotion surged in his heart. The words of the men in black echoed in his ears, and he began to pay attention to their every subtle movement and every change in their expressions.
"Fairy Yunmeng, no one will disturb us now, we can have a good time catching up on old times."
The strange and charming smile rang in her ears, Zheng Xiyao's hair stood on end and she couldn't help but shudder. Lin Xiruo moved her fingers on Zheng Xiyao's face.
"Hiss!" There was a stinging pain on her face. Zheng Xiyao subconsciously avoided Lin Xiruo's hand.
"Ah, sorry. I scratched your face."
Zheng Xiyao looked extremely excited when she saw the woman's sincere apology.
She smiled and replied calmly: "I know, Miss Lin can't stand my face for a long time, but even if she is really jealous, there is no need to be so anxious. Ah!".
Before Zheng Xiyao could finish her words, she cried out in pain and something was stabbed into her shoulder. .
"Fairy Yunmeng, you talk a lot. If you have this spare time, why not try my unique skill of Xuanqing Palace, the 'Soul-Destroying Needle'?" Lin Xiruo stabbed her head, forearm, abdomen, thigh and other places respectively. Twelve stitches.
"This is a good thing, but I usually don't want to use it." Lin Xiruo stood up and looked down at Zheng Xiyao, who was curled up in pain. "These twelve needles will travel through the meridians all over your body, because this needle is filled with highly toxic poison, and whenever it wanders If you pass through a certain place, you will be eroded by the poison. Until it slowly approaches your heart, you will suffer from the bite of the poison."
Zheng Xiyao was in pain as if she was about to drown. Her face instantly turned pale, her forehead was dripping with sweat, and her breathing was difficult.
"How about it, Fairy Yunmeng, this great gift from me. Do you like it?"
Zheng Xiyao gasped for air, her body trembling slightly.
"Hey, why don't you speak? You were still teasing me just now." Lin Xiruo smiled mockingly at this, "Why don't you speak now?"
"Li Yuan..." Zheng Xiyao whispered softly with a hoarse voice.
"Huh?" Lin Xiruo narrowed her eyes slightly, cracked the corners of her mouth, revealing a ghostly and cruel smile.
"Help..." Before Zheng Xiyao could finish her words, she felt the Soul-Destroying Needle in her body constantly moving around her body, impacting her meridians, and her scalp was numb with pain.
The huge pain made her shout out: "Li Yuan!"
(End of chapter)
