Take a righteous path back to the Demon Cult

After winter, it snowed for a few days in the Demon Realm.

Although there is spiritual body protection to protect against the severe cold, the demons who come and go in the twelfth lunar month will still wear thick cloaks, so that the mortals on the torture rack look particularly thin in comparison.

The heavy iron chains that bound her limbs felt that with a little more force, they could even completely strangle her from the wooden frame.

The woman who had been tortured for many days was now hanging her head powerlessly. Her originally meticulous attire had long since been messed up and her fair face had become dirty.She couldn't remember how long she had been arrested here, or how long she hadn't eaten or watered.

The demons don't have three meals, so no one will take pity on whether a prisoner will be hungry.

But even though her body was overdrawn to the limit, she still couldn't fall into a coma. What tortured people like hunger was the dampness that permeated the bone marrow in this dark prison. The cold was like soaking people in ice water all the time.

After several rounds of interrogation earlier, the evil wind mixed with demonic energy eroded the wound. Apart from the coldness, it hurt her so much that she trembled and collapsed all the time.

The demons fed her unknown pills to keep her awake at any time, and the endless pain made her want to die as much as she does now.

But those demons used the lives of their brothers and sisters as a trump card to threaten her not to kill herself.

"I thought how powerful this Kunlun disciple is, but now it's nothing more than that."

"It's just those mortals who say they are supernatural. I think they are all self-deceiving. What kind of chief disciple, any of our little devils is probably better than her."

The demon sect disciples guarding the door joked and gossiped when they were bored, and their acerbic laughter echoed throughout the dark prison.

But the people on the rack have already stopped listening to these things.

The mist that he exhaled gradually turned into ice between the tips of his hair, Feng Qingzhu indulged in the illusion that he was about to pass out for countless times, but every time at this time, someone would suddenly interrupt.

The chain on the door was opened, and this time she was greeted by a basin of cold water poured on her face. She was drenched until her ears buzzed, and she coughed violently for a long time.

Then a rough hand pinched her jaw and asked a question that she had heard countless times these days, "Aren't you going to say it? Where is the Kunlun Bi hidden?"

The air cooled for a while, and then the restrained woman moved her chapped lips silently.

The demon man didn't hear clearly, and moved closer with his eyes closed, "What did you say?"

The woman's ashen face was struggling to show a trace of emotion, which could vaguely make people see some sarcasm.

She generously repeated what she said just now, this time her hoarse voice could barely form a complete word, she said, "Get lost."

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Before the lesson was over, a dark red figure was reclining on the roof of the Xuansha Hall, ignoring the lesson boredly.

Several days of snow was still accumulated on the eaves, but for some reason, the part where Yuan Sui was reclined was extremely dry, and the flowing snow stopped within an inch, not touching her clothes at all.

She was drowsy when she heard it, until a person suddenly appeared behind her, the surrounding atmosphere was disturbed invisible, and the snow was stepped on to make a "crack" sound.

The person who came was Bai Yin, her trusted subordinate.

As the other party approached, Yuan Sui slowly opened his long and narrow eyes, the slender eyelashes fluttered slightly, casting a small shadow on the amber pupils.

When she raised her head, there was a bright and delicate beauty, as if she was a little out of tune with this perennially dark demon realm.

Yuan Sui didn't look back, she stood up slightly, adjusted her troublesome but exquisite and beautiful sleeves casually, her voice was slightly deep but couldn't escape the lightness and sweetness of a young woman, "What's the matter?"

The man nodded slightly, his tone neither humble nor overbearing, "The sect arrested a few Kunlun disciples a few days ago."

Yuan Sui seemed to be startled for a moment. There was no expression on his beautiful face, but he frowned slightly when he heard this, "Kunlun disciple?"

It is not uncommon for the Mozong to arrest the disciples of the Immortal Family, but there are very few people from Kunlun Mountain among them.

"Ordinary disciple?" Yuan Sui asked again.

Bai Yin: "There is a female student with a different status."

Although she didn't say her name yet, Yuan Sui subconsciously showed a different mood. She jumped up, turned around and asked, "Do you know what it's called?"

"Feng Qing Bamboo."

Yuan Sui: "..."

She is quite familiar with this name. If I remember correctly, this Fengqingzhu is the most proud student of the head of Kunlun, and he should have a good practice. How could he be so careless?

"Go and have a look."

Yuan Sui, as the left protector of the Mozong, is famous for being powerful and mischievous outside, but when he is at home, he prefers to eat and be lazy on weekdays. Unless it is a whim, he will almost avoid things that he can ignore. Leisure is the most important thing.

And the ones who can make her have a whim, nine out of ten are those disciples of the immortal family who were caught in the dark prison because of bad luck.

No matter inside or outside the Demon Sect, there are rumors that Yuan Da protector is extremely vicious, and he prefers to torture him for pleasure.

It is said that anyone who falls into her hands will experience the most cruel and vicious torture in the world before they die. Unless they cooperate obediently and wisely, they will have no way to survive and cannot die.

Anyway, it is very difficult for left and right to end well.

So it's not a strange thing that she doesn't see anyone on weekdays, but haunts the prison from time to time.

There is a distance from the Xuansha Hall to the dark prison, but Yuan Sui's technique is extraordinary, and after a while, the entrance to the dark prison lined with many strange stone statues appeared in front of him.

The lord protector came in person, and the protective magic circle retracted automatically. Yuan followed the stone statues and walked straight through. The disciples patrolling on both sides bowed and saluted one after another, and someone else eagerly opened the door for her.

The dark prison is built underground, and it is very deep. Once you enter the door, you will feel a sense of darkness and oppression. It seems that once you enter, it will be difficult to get out from here.

As Yuan Sui walked, waving her sleeves past her, a black embroidered veil appeared out of thin air on her fair cheeks, covering most of her face.

"I warn you, don't toast and refuse to eat fine wine, my patience has a limit!"

The man's ferocious threats were getting closer, Yuan casually stopped slowly, her footsteps were very light all the way, so the people who were being tortured and interrogated in the torture room didn't notice when someone was standing outside.

"You think I can't do anything about you if you don't open your mouth, don't you? Look, look at the things on the wall, how long do you think you can last?!" The entire wall of the torture room is covered with all kinds of hideous Any instrument of torture can make people shudder.

The disciple who was interrogating was Zhao Yuan, and Yuan Sui didn't like him very much, probably because of his ugly face of eager for quick success, or because he had a very annoying master.

Zhao Yuan chattered and threatened for a long time, but the person on the torture rack just hung his head and did not move. At first glance, he thought he was dead, let alone have the strength to answer his words.

"Speak!" But the more this happened, the more frustrated Zhao Yuan became. He forcibly clamped the other party's hair, forcing her to raise her bloodless face.

"You think you won by carrying it over with me? Even if I am tired from the trial, there are others, don't worry, I promise you won't rest for a moment."

Probably when Cong Yuan Sui saw that pale face, she didn't intend to listen to the noisy voices in her ears any more.

Sure enough, the face that catches the eye is a bit dirty, but it can't hide its original beauty at all. Most importantly, it is very familiar.

They had seen it before, but counting it carefully, it was already many years ago. At that time, Yuan Sui was not even the protector of the Demon Sect.

In fact, she still remembered some of Feng Qingzhu's high-spirited appearance, so the stark contrast at the moment actually gave her some unpleasant illusions.

"you……"

When Zhao Yuan spoke again, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him, so he stopped speaking abruptly, and turned his head to look at the person who disturbed him impatiently.

It's just that the bored look disappeared instantly when it touched Yuan, and turned into a flattering smile, "Left, left protector."

I don't know if I misunderstood it, but Yuan Sui felt that when the people on the torture rack heard this name, they seemed to be slightly taken aback.

Yuan Sui has a notorious reputation, and there are not many people who haven't heard of it.

"What's going on here?" Yuan Sui asked with great interest as he walked in.

The air in the prison is very damp, and there is also a disgusting musty smell. Every time I come to Yuan Sui, I have to pinch my nose subconsciously.

"This woman's bones are too hard, this disciple is trying to pry her mouth open."

Yuan Sui raised his eyebrows knowingly, "Kunlun Bi is the most precious treasure of Kunlun, so she can't tell you easily."

"Yes Yes……"

Yuan Sui approached slowly, maybe it was because she was full of demon energy, so before she got close, she asked the seriously injured person to dodge a few times, but the chains were tight into the flesh, so no matter how hard she struggled, it was useless.

"It's better, let me come in person."

"Ah? This..."

"how?"

Yuan Sui never cares about the severity of his strikes, if it falls into her hands, he is afraid that he will die after a few strokes.

Although Zhao Yuan's attack was heavy, there was room for it. After all, this Feng Qingzhu had an unusual status and must know much more than others, so she must not be allowed to die easily.

"How can such a trivial matter bother Zuo Hufa to do it himself, or a disciple..."

"Are you afraid that I will take your credit?"

"...No, no, how dare the disciple think so?"

"It's fine if it's not, but you can rest assured that if you find out something, the credit must be yours. I'll just try to entertain you." Yuan Sui raised her hand lightly as she spoke, and she pushed Feng Qingzhu away from her. The messy hair on his face, but before he could show that face again, he tilted his head forcefully, and Yuan Sui's hair fell down again.

Looking at her empty palm, Yuan Sui couldn't help but snorted coldly, and she shot again, with such force that no one could dodge at all.

She saw that the other party raised his eyes unwillingly in the humiliation, and stared directly at Jinyuan Sui's perverse pupils with incomparable resentment.

Compared with the memory, these eyes are obviously much cloudier, but even so, when Yuan Sui is looked at by her, he still has the illusion of being pierced by a single glance.

I haven't seen her for many years, and she really doesn't recognize her.

"You are, Yuan Sui?" The voice that he spoke was terribly hoarse, but unexpectedly, Yuan Sui did not expect that this person still had the strength to speak.

"The Wind Lady has ever heard of this seat?"

"Ah……"

"You desperate woman, you can still laugh!!" Zhao Yuan was so angry that he wanted to swing the whip again, but after the whip swept half an arc in the air, Yuan Sui stopped it in the palm of his hand.

"Okay, it's useless even if you beat her to death, she won't be afraid." Yuan Sui said lightly, and casually threw the whip in his hand on the ground.

"What does the lord mean?"

Yuan Sui never let go of his grip on the opponent's chin. He seemed to have thought of something funny, "They are decent people who are not afraid of life and death. Of course they can't be tough. Let's show some tenderness."

Zhao Yuan:?

Feng Qingzhu: ...

"Stop dreaming, no matter how you ask, if you don't know, you just don't know."

"Don't talk too much first." Yuan Sui took out a small bottle from his sleeve, "Guess, what is this?"

Fengqingzhu didn't even raise her eyelids at all, but Yuan Sui didn't feel annoyed, and said to herself, "It has a nice name, Xiaoyaosan, but there is another popular name," she said. Yingying smiled, parted her red lips slightly, and paused every word: "Mei, medicine."

Feng Qingzhu: "..."

Although he had heard many rumors about Yuan Sui before, Feng Qingzhu never imagined that this person could really use such despicable means.

The threat of drugs made the prisoner, who had been keeping himself out of the matter, finally have a reaction that made people's eyes shine. The fear was instantly obvious, "You... are extremely dirty!"

Yuan Sui smiled frivolously, "Save the effort of swearing, and enjoy it for a while."

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