Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

He said it in a normal way, as if he was telling Jiang Zhuo'an that the weather is good today, why don't you teach your little apprentice a lesson?

Jiang Zhuo'an clenched his palms tightly and let his nails dig into his flesh, causing pain in his palms.

Shen Ke sat on the high seat without moving. Seeing that Jiang Zhuoan was still hesitating and unwilling to take action, Shen Ke directly dropped a bone whip with barbs and threw it in front of him, as if it was a gift: "Heng'an, I want you to teach me a lesson." The apprentice has nothing to take advantage of, so I will give you one. You can teach your rebellious apprentice a lesson here in Guixu Palace and beat him until he admits his mistake!"

At this point, Jiang Zhuo'an could only take Shen Ke's obviously humiliating bone whip, and in front of everyone, beat this young apprentice who defended him until he admitted the unfounded crime.

Yan Qingning looked up at him, her peach blossom eyes filled with tears, but she still smiled and asked him: "Master, do you really want to hit me?"

"The following offense is disrespectful and disrespectful of the sect's rules... Of course you deserve to be beaten." Jiang Zhuo'an turned his face away from him and paused slightly with his hands.

The next moment, the bone whip with barbs was thrown out by him, with a force that broke through the air, and hit Yan Qingning firmly on the back. The moment the whip was raised, you could even see the blood on the bone whip. It was enough to show how powerful Jiang Zhuoan's whip was.

The moment Jiang Zhuoan saw the blood stain, his hand trembled, and he almost lost his grip on the punishing bone whip.

Yan Qingning was hit by the whip and fell to his knees on the ground. His face was pale and his back was burning with pain. However, he just whispered softly to Jiang Zhuoan: "Master, it hurts..."

This sentence was so light that you couldn't even hear it if you didn't listen carefully. However, Jiang Zhuo'an heard it. Not only did he hear it, he also heard it very clearly.

At this moment, because of his light words, the bone whip in his hand fell to the ground without warning, making a harsh sound.

Xiaobai: [Task target love value +15, current love value is: 60. 】

Yan Qingning had obviously expected the increase in the love value of the mission target, but he had to continue to act.

When Jiang Zhuoan's whip fell to the ground, his peach-blossom eyes suddenly lit up with new light.

He looked at Jiang Zhuo'an and smiled sweetly: "Master..."

However, before he could say anything, Shen Ke, who was on the high seat, scolded Jiang Zhuo'an in a cold voice: "Heng'an, why are your hands shaking like this? Can't you even hold a whip steady?"

"Master, don't blame me. My hands were shaking and I couldn't hold the whip."

After saying that, he bent down, picked up the bone whip that fell on the ground, and gave Yan Qingning another hard swipe, leaving a blood mark on Yan Qingning's back.

Yan Qingning knelt on the ground, biting her lower lip, forcing herself to swallow even the muffled moans, so as not to show any cowardice in front of everyone.

He looked at Yan Qingning's forbearing look and felt sorry for him. He asked him in a soft voice: "Do you know you were wrong?"

Yan Qingning has always been very obedient to his wishes, but this time he was particularly stubborn: "Master, I'll hit you if you want. I don't think I'm at fault."

Every time the bone whip was struck, Jiang Zhuoan's heart ached.

His hands were shaking violently, but he still held the whip and struck Yan Qingning's back again and again until leaving shocking blood marks on the smooth back without stopping.

Jiang Zhuo'an stopped for a moment and asked him again: "Do you know you were wrong?"

As soon as Yan Qingning opened his mouth, the bloody smell in his throat surged out uncontrollably, forcing him to vomit blood.

His breath was weak, but he was still stubborn. He raised his hand tremblingly to wipe the blood from his lips and said hoarsely: "...disciple...that's right..."

He didn't understand. He was obviously just trying to help the master, so why did the master punish him?

His master was as relegated as the bright moon. How could such a narrow-minded villain deserve to have his master kneel down?

Jiang Zhuoan's expression turned stern, and he waved the bone whip again: "I'll ask you one last time, do you know you're wrong?"

Yan Qingning looked up at him and smiled sadly: "Disciple...there is nothing wrong."

The barbed bone whip was swung down, leaving another open wound. Even the monks around him couldn't help but turn away to avoid looking at this bloody scene.

Yan Qingning was beaten with the bone whip from standing to kneeling, and then from kneeling to lying down. However, he stubbornly refused to say a word, but his face was pale and his lower lip was stained with blood.

To be honest, the feeling of the bone whip hitting the body is not pleasant, every blow is burning pain.

The severe pain made Yan Qingning feel dizzy. He lay on the ground and crawled towards Jiang Zhuo'an with great effort, muttering in his mouth: "That's right... I'm right, disciple..."

Jiang Zhuo'an didn't dare to look at his blood-stained look, and the hand holding the bone whip was shaking so hard that he could only hold it tightly by tightening it: "The traitor has no respect for his superiors, refuses to repent, and is shameless! "

Every time he said a word, his heart felt like it was being grasped by a big invisible hand, causing severe pain.

Yan Qingning's bloody hand stretched out with great effort, but when it was about to touch his shoes, it timidly retracted.

His eyes were dim and he looked as helpless as an abandoned puppy, with a bit of embarrassment on his face.

His hands are so dirty...

It's all blood...you can't touch Master...

We cannot let Master become dirty...

The pain made his head buzz, and as soon as his vision went dark, he fainted from the severe pain and lost consciousness.

Seeing that he had completely passed out, Jiang Zhuoan panicked and dropped the bone whip directly to the ground without even holding it firmly.

He hurriedly walked to Yan Qingning, put his trembling hand on the tip of his nose, and carefully explored his breathing.

Although the breath is extremely weak, fortunately it is still there.

Without thinking, Jiang Zhuoan stuffed a life-extending pill into his mouth, knelt in front of him, and let the blood on the ground stain his white clothes red.

He wanted to reach out and hug him, but he was worried that he would touch the scar on his back.

In the end, Jiang Zhuo'an used his spiritual power to carefully lift him into his arms, took out the best medicine powder from his arms and sprinkled it on his back, took off his coat and covered him.

His eyes were a little sore, and he subconsciously reached out to touch them, but unexpectedly touched a patch of wetness.

Is he... crying?

The reason why Shen Ke remained silent for a long time was simply because he wanted to see the tragic scene of Jiang Zhuo's betrayal and separation from his relatives.

Doesn't he care about Jiang Zhuo'an?

Then let his good master punish him properly and let him realize what it means to ask for trouble.

But now... there was no sound down there for a long time, which made him a little impatient.

He turned the wrench on his hand and scolded sternly: "Heng'an, didn't I ask you to beat this traitor until he admits his mistake? He hasn't admitted his mistake yet, why did you stop?"

Jiang Zhuo'an ignored him and held Yan Qingning's body blankly, channeling the spiritual power in his body like crazy.

But spiritual power and demonic energy were incompatible. As soon as the spiritual power entered his body, it clashed with the demonic energy, forcing him to vomit a mouthful of blood even though he was in a coma.

Jiang Zhuoan panicked for a moment, and used trembling hands to explore his breathing. After confirming that he was still breathing, he regained his senses.

He almost forgot... the person he was holding in his arms was a demon.

He stopped transmitting spiritual energy and looked at the person in his arms helplessly like a child who had done something wrong.

He has always hated demons, but this was the first time he resented him for cultivating spiritual power.

He was even thinking that if he cultivated the devil's path, would he be able to save the person in his arms now?

Some ideas, once they take hold, will grow wildly if not suppressed, until they erode the original ones that go against his original intention...

It's like a flood that has opened its gates and is out of control.

Xiaobai: [Task target love value +10, current love value is: 70. 】

Yan Qingning was nestled in the consciousness space, crossing her legs and complaining to Xiaobai: [Xiaobai, look at this little beauty, she is talking about killing me, what kind of demons are evil, and at the same time she feels so sorry for me after beating me. .

Isn't this just plain mean? 】

Xiaobai couldn't help but shudder when he heard Yan Qingning's obvious sneer, and snuggled into Yan Qingning's arms obediently: [Host, do you have any other plans? 】

Yan Qingning put her finger to her lips, pretending to be mysterious: "Don't worry, I believe... my little beauty will not let me down~"

Seeing that he had not moved for a long time, Shen Ke over there was so angry that he itched his teeth and said angrily: "Heng'an, you are not even willing to listen to my orders, are you?"

Only then did Jiang Zhuo'an dare to look at him, his eyes so cold that they were almost frightening: "How dare Zhuo'an not listen to the order from the leader?"

Although he was still as polite and observant as before, Shen Ke felt that something had changed.

It's like the immortals who were previously unattainable in the sky were suddenly infected with worldly desires and began to... become alive.

Shen Ke frowned, but did not think about it. Instead, he still maintained his disgusting and condescending attitude: "In that case, Heng'an will continue to punish your traitor!"

He spoke lightly and didn't take human life seriously at all. Not to mention Jiang Zhuo'an, some of the monks present couldn't stand it anymore.

"Master Shen, this disciple of Immortal Lord Heng'an has already become like this, there is no need for you to continue!"

"He is just a disciple who doesn't know etiquette. Now that he has been punished, if he continues to argue, it will seem that Master Shen is narrow-minded."

"If you use this bone whip, you will lose half your life. Master Shen has a lot of them, please let this kid live!"

……

Everyone was talking about it, completely ignoring Shen Ke's increasingly livid face.

He couldn't help clenching his fists and staring at Jiang Zhuoan with resentful eyes.

It's all because of him. As long as he exists, he will always be the one who is reduced to the mud.

As long as he stands there, everyone will turn towards him!

The more Shen Ke thought about it, the angrier he became. Finally, he smashed the tea cup in his hand and said sternly: "Jiang Zhuo'an, don't do it yet!"