Zhao Wuliang opened his eyes, bowed his hands to Wu Quanqian and said, "Thank you very much!"
"It's easy, sir. You're welcome, but I don't understand. Since you are a cultivator, why do you want to get involved with the demon sect and the enchantress?"
"The demon sect's witch?" Zhao Wuliang frowned, "What do you mean?"
Wu Quangan explained: "Do you know who Murong Yan is?"
Zhao Wuliang asked, "Who is it?"
"Murong Yan is a holy girl of the Tianlong Sect, the most powerful woman in the Tianlong Sect, and the current leader of the Tianlong Sect."
Zhao Wuliang was surprised when he heard this and asked, "How do you know?"
"Haha..." Wu Quanqian laughed twice and said, "The Tianlong Sect is the top evil sect in the Western Regions and is notorious. It is said that they use people to make cauldrons and collect pure Yin Yuan Yin for the leader to practice, which is a heinous crime. Moreover, all Disciples captured by the Tianlong Sect will be skinned and boned by them and fed to dogs. The scent of the herbs on the young master’s body is also grown by them, so you must have been captured by them and used to make elixirs..."
Zhao Wuliang gritted his teeth and cursed: "Despicable and shameless! I will never spare them!"
Wu Quangqian sighed and consoled her: "Actually, the one named Murong Yan is quite beautiful. Even if they make her into a pill, it's worth it."
Zhao Wuliang was filled with anger and gritted his teeth and said, "You fart!"
Wu Quan smiled and said, "Don't be angry. It's not like you haven't touched her before. You are still alive now, which means she is interested in you."
"roll!"
"Hey, why do you have to lose your temper, young master? It is normal for a man to love a woman, not to mention that you have already had skin-to-skin contact."
"What do you know? She and I are innocent!"
"Don't lie to me, I've seen it a long time ago."
Zhao Wuliang said angrily: "Which eye of yours saw it?"
"Both eyes saw it."
"Get out!"
The two started arguing, Wu Quanqian kept chattering, and Zhao Wuliang became angry. He pulled out his sword and swung it a few times, sending Wu Quangan flying and breaking several trees.
Zhao Wuliang was breathing heavily, feeling extremely depressed, full of grievances and pain. Thinking of what happened just now, he couldn't help but secretly cry out for bad luck.
As soon as he entered the mountain, he met Murong Yan. At that time, Murong Yan was riding a white horse with a heroic appearance. Zhao Wuliang saw her and liked her. He wanted to strike up a conversation, but before he could finish his words, he was shot with an arrow by Murong Yan and fainted.
When he woke up again, he was lying in this sterile place with injuries on his body.
"This is terrible." Zhao Wuliang sighed, feeling sad in his heart.
He looked up and looked around. There were copper walls and iron walls, with only one lamp giving off a faint light.
He moved a few tentative steps, and suddenly felt a tearing pain in his chest. He stopped moving and sat cross-legged.
Murong Yan stood not far away holding a leather whip. She was dressed in purple clothes, with soft black hair hanging down her shoulders. Her face was delicate and charming, like a delicate rose.
"You don't have to exert any effort. Now that you have lost all your strength, you can't run away." Murong Yan said calmly.
Her voice was very cold, like a spring from the Nine Netherworld, with a bone-chilling chill.
When Zhao Wuliang heard her voice, his heart trembled inexplicably, but he didn't care too much. Instead, he smiled sarcastically: "Are you afraid that I will run away? That's just right! Even if I die today, I will hold you on my back!"
"Huh, you betrayed me. You betrayed me in the first place, and now you've lied to me. You just sealed that memory." Murong Yan raised her whip and whipped Zhao Wuliang hard.
"Crack!" The whip was thrown into the air and made a harsh sound.
"Why are you so heartless?"
"Why did you do that to me, why did you abandon me..."
"Ouch!" Zhao Wuliang was whipped and fell to the ground. His cheeks swelled rapidly, revealing a deep whip mark.
"Aren't you lying to me too? I'm just treating others the same way they are treated." Zhao Wuliang wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth and said through gritted teeth.
Murong Yan stared at Zhao Wuliang coldly, her eyes cold and sharp, as if she wanted to cut Zhao Wuliang into pieces with a thousand knives.
"You bastard." The whip was raised high and struck violently.
"Do you know how much I have paid for you?"
"Bah, what have you paid for? You just want to use me."
While beating him, Murong Yan scolded Zhao Wuliang: "You are a heartless man, a heartless man. You are not worthy of being called a man at all."
Zhao Wuliang gritted his teeth and endured the whiplash. As he was being beaten, he shouted: "Don't you also improve your cultivation by absorbing other people's essence? You are more cruel than me!"
"You're talking nonsense!" Murong Yan became more and more excited as she spoke, tears welling up in her eyes as she waved the whip vigorously, each blow being as heavy as a crucible: "Do you think you can become an immortal just by sealing up that memory? You will never reach that age. Can’t reach the fairy world.”
Zhao Wuliang sneered: "You are just a devil, a vicious devil who eats people without spitting out their bones."
"Shut up! You prodigal, you are nothing more than a beast!" Murong Yan roared, tears falling down her cheeks, falling to the ground and melting away.
They were once lovers, Murong Yan and Zhao Wuliang, who were about to get married. However, just as that happy day was about to come, Zhao Wuliang abandoned her and sealed up the relationship with him. A memory.
Suddenly, her figure swayed, her eyes were closed tightly, her breath was dying, bright red blood dripped from the corners of her mouth, and her face was as pale as paper.
"You...just kill me." Zhao Wuliang said weakly.
"Kill you? Are you worthy of letting me kill you? You are such an idiot!"
"What do you want?"
"What do I want? You ask me to kill you, but I won't kill you. I want to keep your life and torture you slowly... torture you..."
Murong Yan's voice became deeper and weaker. She slowly raised her head and stared at Zhao Wuliang, with a ferocious and terrifying expression on her face.
Zhao Wuliang was startled and trembled all over.
Although Zhao Wuliang was filled with guilt, after all, she was ugly now, and she should be eighty years old.
"Are you surprised? Let me tell you, I am only thirty years old. I should have been very beautiful. It was all because of you. If it weren't for you that made me look like this." Murong Yan roared hysterically, with tears streaming down her face. Full face.
She twisted her face crazily, clenched her fists, making a clicking sound, and dug her nails into her palms.
Zhao Wuliang was very surprised, thinking that this woman was simply unflattering. Not only did she have an extremely ugly face, but she was also bloated. She staggered when she walked, like a fat toad. How could she look like a beauty?
"you……"
Murong Yan stared at him and shouted fiercely: "I will let you taste the torture, and then slowly absorb all your essence."
Zhao Wuliang was filled with fear and quickly said, "Grandma, please spare my life."
"You called me grandma?" Murong Yan sneered a few times and then said, "You said it again?"
"Grandma... no, big... big, big, beautiful girl..." Zhao Wuliang cried sadly.
Murong Yan snorted coldly: "Where are those sweet words when we were in bed, where are the bold words and ambitions when you promised to be courteous to me? Didn't you say that I am yours? Then give me your essence, Make me go back to my old self.”
"Uh..." Zhao Wuliang was speechless, filled with regret. He thought for a while and said, "I was wrong. Please let me go. I will kowtow to you to apologize." After saying that, he knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to Murong Yan three times.
