Wang Fuyao's muscles tensed up, and she looked at Yun Zhongjun in disbelief, who had been hiding for so long, and then at Wang Xiaotai, who stood in front of them with a calm look. She gritted her teeth, "Wang Xiaotai! You..." ··you!"
"How could you become like this!"
Wang Xiaotai snorted coldly, stepped forward, and grasped Wang Fuyao's Heaven-Destroying Sword that was about to be unsheathed, "I didn't become like this, Fuyao, I've always been like this!"
Wang Fuyao no longer hesitated, carried Li Jiutuan on his back, made the seal in his hand, turned around and left!
But even Wang Xiaotai didn't notice her little tricks, so how could she escape Yun Zhongjun's control.
The moment Wang Fuyao turned around, water droplets all over the sky rushed towards him. Under the clear light of the rain sky, they seemed to be painted with a faint black color, exuding a strange and dangerous smell.
The rain all over the sky was like a volley of thousands of arrows, piercing through Wang Fuyao's armor and body when she turned around.
Wang Fuyao groaned, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. Her kneecap was shattered into pieces by two drops of black rainwater. The spiritual energy in her body was flowing wildly, trying to make up for such severe damage.
The wind and rain in the sky only bared its fangs and claws at Wang Fuyao, but when they fell on Wang Xiaomo's body, they seemed extremely gentle, as light as if it was just a simple rain.
As for Li Jiutuan, who was very close to Wang Fuyao, there was no wind or rain at all.
He was well hidden.
After Yun Zhongjun received Wang Xiaotai's message, he rushed here in person. He did not hesitate to use the most cruel punishment in the world to torture this disgusting woman.
In the first life, it was this despicable low-level demon who released the master.
In her second life, this woman even married her master, making him still miss her in the water village and refused to give in.
In the third life, they were actually still a couple. He thought they were just acting for the occasion, but they actually dared to act for real.
How ridiculous.
A mere ant dares to covet the bright moon of the Nine Heavens.
How could a noble person like Master collude with such a mortal?
Wang Fuyao fell to his knees, his face ugly, blood oozing from his lips and teeth, and his face turned pale.
Yun Zhongjun's expression became more elegant and contented. He opened his palm, pointed it at Wang Fuyao, and pressed it down slowly.
The overwhelming spiritual pressure shook Wang Fuyao's internal organs. She could feel that her internal organs were slowly bursting and leaking black juice. It was difficult to heal such a wound, not to mention that her wound was still swelling. big.
But even though she was suffering such pain, she still stood between Yun Zhongjun and Li Jiutuan, and even blocked Li Jiutuan's face to prevent Yun Zhongjun from seeing him.
They cuddled together like this, really like a pair of desperate mandarin ducks, deeply in love.
In contrast, Yun Zhongjun and Wang Xiaotai, who are standing still, are the worst villains in the play.
They were so close that even though Li Jiutuan fainted, he did not let go of Wang Fuyao's clothes. He lay on Wang Fuyao's back. He was obviously in a miserable state, with no food or clothing, no spiritual energy, and almost dry meridians, but his expression Peace is like having a lifelong support.
Yun Zhongjun's gentle and good-looking face finally broke down. Under his white hair was a face of Shuiyue Guanyin, with an immortal and handsome face. At this time, this beguiling skin suddenly revealed a bit of coldness and weirdness.
His eyes fell coldly on Wang Fuyao.
Beside him, Wang Xiaotai also looked down at them, the shadows cast by her eyelashes split on her face, like cracks in white jade, more like a damaged statue of a god.
Yun Zhongjun took a step forward and gently lifted his right hand without touching Wang Fuyao. Using his spiritual power, he easily lifted up Li Jiutuan who was hiding behind Wang Fuyao. He gently lifted Li Jiutuan, who was frowning and still fainting. Set aside gently on dry ground.
Wang Xiaotai was very discerning and spread three or four layers of soft gold mats on the ground.
When Yun Zhongjun put Li Jiutuan down, Wang Xiaotai very considerately covered her dear senior brother with a layer of Yun brocade quilt, trying to make Li Jiutuan lie down comfortably and warmly.
From the beginning to the end, Wang Fuyao could only watch Li Jiutuan leave him, and watch Yun Zhongjun walk towards him step by step, filled with cold murderous intent.
He is not here to kill himself.
Yun Zhongjun is such a person, it only takes a moment for him to kill him, not even a moment.
At this moment, he is still keeping his life, just to torture himself.
He wanted to watch Wang Fuyao wail, beg for mercy, growl, kneel on the ground like a dog, beg for his forgiveness, and admit his mistakes.
Just like he once did to that low-level demon.
He would crush into the dust anyone who dared to offend his majesty and covet Li Jiutuan.
Wang Fuyao foresaw her upcoming tragic fate, which was foreseeably bloody and painful, but she was unwilling to close her eyes and accept such a fate. She opened her eyes wide and stared at the elegant Yun Zhongjun. She wanted to see his face clearly, his expression, and his movements.
Even in the next life, we cannot forget it.
'Pfft'
It was the sound of flesh being pierced.
'Pfft'
It was the flesh and blood that was pierced again.
'tick'
Thick blood dripped to the ground.
The air suddenly condensed, the surroundings were as silent as death, and everything suddenly fell into a strange silence.
Like something terrible happened.
Yun Zhongjun's neck was stiff, like the broken spring of a mechanical doll. He paused and slowly turned his head, his eyes falling on the place he just left.
Li Jiutuan lay lifeless on the gold-woven cushions and the cloud-like soft quilt. There was a clear punch hole in his chest and abdomen, and the broken muscles, bones and flesh inside were clearly visible, and black blood clots continued to flow from it. The wound penetrates downward.
The gold-woven cushions were of very good quality and could receive such a large amount of blood and flesh without letting them flow outside.
Perhaps because it was still raining, there wasn't even the smell of blood in the air.
Yun Zhongjun thoughtfully shielded the world from the wind and rain.
So much so that he could clearly hear the soft sound of pools of dirty blood falling from Wang Xiaomo's fist to the ground.
Yun Zhongjun is the supreme god of the Nine Heavens, the Lord of the Clouds. Even if his body is completely destroyed, he can still restore these flesh and blood to the original state, or even better than before.
But now he was trembling, feeling like his heart and soul were being cut open with a knife.
What frightened him the most was not that Wang Xiaotai punched through Li Jiutuan's flesh and blood, but that the pale soul was forcefully captured by Wang Xiaotai from Li Jiutuan's elixir palace.
What Wang Xiaotai was holding tightly in his bloody hands was Li Jiutuan's soul.
"Fuyao, do you want to die?"
Li Jiutuan practiced swordsmanship on a daily basis. When he was an Immortal Lord in his first life, he broke through the void with one sword and became a god. He was not good at cultivating the soul and soul. Therefore, his soul was extremely fragile. Once it collapsed, Yun Zhongjun also I don’t have the confidence to put them all back together.
Wang Xiaotai squeezed the ball of soul in her hand with great interest. It was soft and had the texture of loose soil. She raised her deep, calm eyes like ancient springs in the deep mountains and forests, and smiled sweetly, "Of course I don't want to die. Yun Zhongjun, I am helping you."
"Even if I want to die...do you dare to kill me?"
Wang Xiaotai smiled and tightly grasped Li Jiutuan's spirit with her fingers. The ball of spirit was so weak that it would explode immediately if she pinched it like this. (End of chapter)
