Attack four, please follow the plot

When I woke up again, I was already in the dark, damp and cold cave of our Demon Cult. There were burning pains in several places on my chest, my wrist seemed to be strangled by something, and my metacarpal bones seemed to be dislocated.There was a loud whip whipping sound in the air, and my chest felt cold immediately, and then sharp and scorching pain rose there.

I blinked, a drop of cold sweat fell from my eyelashes, and I heard an unfamiliar voice in my ear: "Master, are you awake? The subordinates are incompetent and dare not disobey the old leader's order to make you suffer." gone."

I shook my head and opened my eyes to see the person who spoke.It looked quite familiar, as if he was a disciple of Luo Yue's subordinates, and he had met several times during meetings.He was holding a whip in his hand, with a few traces of blood on the tail of the whip. He looked tense and restrained, as if he was the one who was beaten.

Yes, one side is the old master and the other is the new master. The new master is also the father of the old master. He is caught in the middle, so it is naturally a dilemma.I opened my mouth, and felt that the mouth was fishy and salty, and my words were hoarse and low, and my breath was not enough.

"Where's your hall master?"

He didn't expect me to ask this just after waking up, and he wrinkled his face into a dog ignoring bun, and replied with tears in his eyes: "The seven hall masters have all been sent to Siguoya by the old leader, and I don't know when they will be able to return." Let it out. The old leader also said that when the twenty whips are finished, he will be locked up in the dungeon to be with the assassin. Leader, the subordinates are incompetent..."

Cut off my wings as soon as I enter the door, and use violence to suppress the Demon Cult?Sure enough, he talked to Li Da a bit... what Li Da, that is Yu Lanyan's shadow guard.He tricked me here, probably because he already knew about the changes in the Demon Cult, and his master also made some kind of agreement with the new leader.I don't know if he means to let this new leader be the fourth attack for me in addition to me; or let him torture me so that I can't resist, so as to control the plot after I leave?

It's just that Yu Lanyan seems to have miscalculated, my new father didn't quite abide by the agreement with him, and even his people were injured and arrested.

I thought too much, my energy was low, my chest hurt again, I coughed a few times, and brought some blood foam.The disciple was so frightened that he was at a loss what to do. He grabbed the whip and rushed over, but he didn't dare to touch me.I looked at this sensible disciple as gently as possible: "I'm fine... There's no need to stop, just keep hitting, don't let that person take his anger out on you."

"Master..." Luo Yue, a weeping disciple, still didn't have the determination to sacrifice his life to the Savior, but succumbed to the new leader's coercion, hugged my leg and cried for a while, then beat me again with a whip.The strength is not great, but he has some conscience.Although I was injured, these twenty lashes are nothing.In comparison, when he was comatose and handcuffed to the wall just now, his wrist was more severely strained due to the fall from his weight.

After the twenty lashes, the disciple threw away the whip, tremblingly took out the key, and opened the shackles on my hands.Without the support of my hands, my legs were not strong enough to support my body, and I almost fell into his arms.Fortunately, I reacted quickly and stabilized my position, otherwise I would lose face in the eyes of my disciples.

Originally, it was nothing more than losing face in front of Xian Bingren, but at least he is an attacking five with the same level as me, and his status in the world is also on par with me.But if I can't even stand firm in front of an ordinary disciple, then where is my prestige?What else can I use against the new father that the author created for me?

In the eyes of the members of the Demon Cult, I will no longer be the leader in the future.

I took a deep breath, stabilized my body, and gently comforted him: "Don't cry anymore, I'm fine, you go down first." I can still hum softly when you go down, you are here and I You have to hold on to the appearance, which is not easy.

The idiot disciple was still there, reluctant to leave, when a harsh and contemptuous voice suddenly came from outside the prison: "If there is such a useless leader, there will be even more incompetent disciples. The devil will fall into your hands sooner or later." There's only one way to go!"

The prison door was opened from the outside, and a bloody figure in red stepped in silently, raised his chin slightly, and glanced at me with great disdain.Looking at the face, he is only about thirty people, can he really give birth to a son as old as me?Don't let it be that the author's writing is ambiguous. These disciples have misunderstood it, right?

I quickly flipped through the first few chapters, and I really found the part where he took over the Devil's Cult.It's a pity that the author only wrote that he went to the Devil's Cult and said he was my father, and then took control of the Devil's Cult, without clearly stating their origins and identities.Now the old man is still playing tricks with me, dishonestly confessing his identity, isn't he just being impatient?

No way, just act like you don't know anything.I am also a loser, so I picked up my shirt from the ground and put it on, looked at him with the same contempt, and said coldly: "I will worry about the future of the Demon Cult, so I don't need you to worry about it. The ability, but my surname of the Western Demon Sect is Baili, and it is not so easy for outsiders to intervene in this place!"

"It's not good for you to speak nonsense. If you don't have my blood in your body after all, I wouldn't bother to teach you such a waste."

He even admitted it himself, is it really my father?Why don't I feel like it?The new father didn't allow me to think about it anymore. With a flick of his big sleeve, the man was already in front of my eyes. He pulled off the robe that was not fastened, grabbed my arm and twisted it back, pressing my face tightly. On the wall, cold fingers lingered on the left shoulder blade behind his back.

Every time his fingers moved, there was a knife-like pain coming from the skin under his fingertips.

By the way, it's been hurting since just now, but it was covered up by whipping and internal injuries, so I didn't pay attention to it.Are there any injuries?Or did the poison that the shadow guard gave me just now corrode my skin?

But the time his hand touches is too long, right?Who the hell is this perverted old man? Is there any father who touches his son like this?

It is tolerable, what is unbearable, I moved my right palm with luck, and pushed back with my backhand silently - before my hand touched him, my wrist was firmly grasped, and a strange kind of true energy flowed along my pulse The door entered into my meridians, piercing my meridians as if being strangled, the muscles of my whole body contracted uncontrollably, and cold sweat dripped down like water.

The gap between me and him is so big.

I was so disheartened for a moment that I couldn't even raise my heart to resist, so I just bit my lips tightly and tried my best to gather my consciousness in Dantian, so that I could use my internal strength to resist the intruding alien qi.I don't know how long it took before he let out a cold snort and let go of the hand holding my pulse door.Throw me to the ground.

I huddled on the ground and gasped into a ball, the sweat on my forehead hit the ground drop by drop, and was sucked in by the damp and moldy straw, leaving no trace.My new father squatted down, pinched my chin with his cold fingers, forced my face to look at him: "You are as arrogant and ignorant as your father, but your martial arts are far behind him."

My father and I... I knew this person couldn't be my real father!Regardless of family affection or not, he looks like a pure-bred Han Chinese, but I only have a quarter of Han Chinese blood. If he is my biological father, it will not make sense genetically!

I squeezed my arm tightly, and my nails almost sank into the flesh. Then I gathered up some strength and forced my eyes to look at him: "Joke! The author didn't write about my father's identity at all. How can you tell me?" Will you know? You pretended to be my father to seize the Demon Sect, I am not as good as you, so I have to admit it, but you wantonly slander my biological father, how can I let you go!"

He touched my shoulder blade again—I don’t know what was there, and whispered to the crying man who was still standing beside me: “Go and get the mirror, both sides.” When the disciple ran away in fright, he sneered again With a sound, he threw me back to the ground, stood up and looked down at me condescendingly, with a cold look in his eyes, and a murderous look in his eyes: "I can't imagine that he has such a physique that he can give birth to a son for a man. If I know, I will This seat will not allow you to come into the world! He has killed my most beloved person, and still wants this seat to treat you as his son, so he will take good care of you?"

What?I'm a man's child?impossible!It is impossible for this world to be so mysterious... I came from a boy, and I was like Xian Bingren a few days ago... It couldn't be, I also...

no, I can not!Xiao Shou has never happened before, how could this kind of thing happen to me?My hand quietly touched the lower abdomen, which was still flat and cold, and there was no sign of pregnancy.That's right, I will never get pregnant. Both Luo Hongxiu and Bai Xiaosheng have said that this is the protagonist's privilege, and I won't be able to catch up with this!

No matter how I comforted myself, I was still cold and my teeth chattered.I gritted my teeth, tried hard to stop the knocking sound from my teeth, and firmly spat onto the gold-woven boots under his red brocade robe, "I am a mixed race from four countries. You are a pure-bred Han. Maybe it was born by you! Anyone who has studied biology in junior high school knows that if you were my father, I should have half Han Chinese blood, not a quarter of the setting!"

He froze for a moment, obviously unable to understand such profound knowledge.But soon, he put on that haughty and cold look and replied: "You are a cannon fodder, and it is not new for the author to forget your setting while writing. I can recognize your identity, yes Because you were born with a plum blossom birthmark on your back, which is the symbol of our Qiu clan... I originally thought that because that bitch died early and you are an incompetent person, I didn't want to pay attention to you, but you jumped out by yourself Against Yan'er, he was seriously injured! I will not kill you, but I will teach you a lesson so that you will never dare to embarrass Yan'er again!"

Yan'er is still injured, isn't he talking about Yulan Yan?How could he confuse right and wrong like this, it was obvious that the little shou drugged me, and the wound on his body was also caused by Xian Bingren, what does it have to do with me?

And what about the Qiu clan?Dare to love that my new father is surnamed Qiu, could it be that little stalker... What is his name Qiu?Anyway, there is Lan in the name, and that little shou really looks like a father and son.Well, he is still Xiaoshou's master... I remembered, it was the lord of Lanyang Palace who pretended to be B, Qiu Lanxu!

Can the author be more shameless and lazy?If you have a father for me, can't you write a new character?Let Gong Er become my father, and then the scene where he used hidden stakes to subvert the Demon Cult later on will be gone. You can't lie to the author about the word count!

I was so angry that I didn't even bother to ask how the father who gave birth to me could be pregnant. I wished I could jump up and beat the author up.It's a pity that I am slow to talk about beating people now, even if I get up, I can't do it.The hot, fishy and sweet breath surged up again, and he could only cover his mouth and cough in a muffled manner, blood dripped down his fingers again, staining his sleeves with stains.

At this time, the crying man under Luo Yue came back again, smacked the mirror to the ground, threw himself to my side and cried loudly: "Master, what's wrong with you, Master, you must hold on, the Demon Cult cannot live without it!" You!"

Shut up!I'm not dead yet!