Stunning monster, soft and cute

"Oh! Master, you hug me too tightly, I can't breathe anymore."

Linggu felt that his waist would be broken by that powerful arm.

The young man's voice was immature and soft, completely different from Zhu Yan's mature and cold voice. Ye Youming suddenly let go of Linggu as if waking up from a dream.

He raised his hand and rubbed between his tired brows, and at the same time, he felt that the soul in his body began to bite back.

Immediately pushed Linggu, "Get out."

Being pushed, Linggu became unstable and staggered back a few steps.

At this moment, Ye Youming's complexion was not good, as if he was angry, Linggu didn't know what he did wrong, which made him angry.

When Ye Youming hugged Linggu just now, his voice was too low, Linggu only heard him speak, but couldn't hear what he said clearly.

Linggu didn't dare to disobey Ye Youming, so he turned and went back to his hut.

Ye Youming watched Ling leave and disappeared into those lonely red eyes, "Why aren't you Zhu Yan!"

Before the words fell, a bloody arrow suddenly spewed out from Ye Youming's mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Youming's eyes darkened, and he passed out.

With a sound of "squeak", the door of the bedroom was pushed open, the purple robe dragged on the floor, Yu Xiqing walked in, saw Ye Youming fainted on the ground, hurried over, helped Ye Youming to the bed, and took off his boots for him.

He sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Ye Youming's cheek with one hand, recalling the scene when he first met Ye Youming.

It was the annual competition meeting of disciples from the fairy world.

The youngest first-level high-ranking disciples in the palaces of the major immortal sects, disciples, etc. will participate. There are nearly a thousand people in the assembly, all of whom are elite teenagers, and the competition is quite fierce.

So the one who wins in the end is so outstanding, he becomes the outstanding one, crowns the crowd, is the most outstanding disciple in the eyes of the head of the immortal sect, the suzerain, the elders, etc., and will get all kinds of excellent cultivation resources.

Characters like the stars and the moon.

And Ziming was the winner in that competition and the focus of the audience.

Yu Xiqing's white fingertips moved to Ye Youming's perfectly curved thin lips.

At this moment, he thought carefully about the scene when the two met for the first time.

The last match of the competition was between him and Ziming.

Ziming is the best disciple of Qingyun Sect, and he is the most favored Young Palace Master of Lingxiao Palace.

At that time, Ziming was only 19 years old, with black jade-like long hair tied high into a ponytail with a hair button, a pair of black star eyes as beautiful as obsidian, dressed in a white brocade robe, with a jade belt around his waist, full of spirit like jade, the whole person Vigorous, handsome and unrestrained are the highlights of the audience. The female disciples are crazy about him, and the male disciples can't take their eyes off him.

But at that time, although he was attracted by Ziming's handsomeness and charisma, he wanted to defeat this three-year-old boy who was younger than himself, and become the best of the younger generation, so that his father could take over Lingxiao Palace. Leave it to him with confidence.

However, after only trying more than a dozen moves, he knew that his cultivation was not as good as Zi Ming, a young man who was three years younger than himself.

But he was not reconciled, and repeatedly pestered Ziming for the competition, but unexpectedly, one of them was careless and fell off the high platform of the competition venue.

There was a rule in the competition that if he stepped out of the high platform, he would lose, especially when he fell off the high platform in such a distressed posture.

Unexpectedly, just when he thought he was in a big embarrassment, the handsome and personable young man in white clothes jumped down from the high platform, took him into his arms, and landed lightly holding him.

From that moment on, he only had Ziming in his eyes.

The corners of Yu Xiqing's eyes were red, and she looked at the sleepy Ye Youming, "Zi Ming, I betrayed the fairy world for you, I even gave up the position of Palace Master Ling Xiao, and it made my father mad, I just beg you Treat me well, you can accept me, Zhu Yan is dead, she will never exist, don't focus on that spirit fox, he is not Zhu Yan."

Saying that, Yu Xiqing leaned down, wanting to kiss Ye Youming, but saw that Ye Youming suddenly opened her red pupils that were beautiful and bewitching like a mandosahua, and suddenly made a move, pinching Yu Xiqing's throat with five fingers like claws , slowly sat up, and the strength in his hands continued to increase.

Yu Xiqing blushed, had difficulty breathing, and said with difficulty: "Ziming, I'm Ah Qing, I'm not the one who hurt you."

The light in Ye Youming's eyes trembled slightly, and the strange blood-colored red pupils gradually returned to the usual dark red, and she regained consciousness, and immediately loosened her five fingers, Yu Xiqing lay limply beside Ye Youming's bed, breathing heavily .

It is not the first time that Ye Youming lost his mind because of the backlash of his soul, but this time the time between the attack and the last time was obviously shortened, which proved that his symptoms became more and more serious.

If it reaches a certain level, Ye Youming will become a walking dead who has completely lost his mind due to the backlash of the soul in his body.

Completely lost the ego.

"Ziming, your soul backlash is getting worse, and it is imminent to find the Qingxin Gu." Yu Xiqing looked at Ye Youming worriedly and said.

Ye Youming pursed his lips tightly and did not speak, but pointed his finger outside the door, meaning to let Yu Xiqing go.

It turned out that Ye Youming was still suffering from the backlash of his soul, but at this moment he was holding on to the last trace of clear mind, but it was obvious that he could not hold on for long.

So at this moment, no matter who is by his side, it is extremely dangerous, and it is very likely that he will be brutally killed by him who lost his mind the next moment.

Seeing this, Yu Xiqing hurriedly got up and fled in embarrassment.

The moment the door was closed, Ye Youming's painful roar suddenly came from the room, as if Ye Youming had lost his mind again, like a crazy beast, out of control, going to kill and destroy, and stain himself with blood.

Yu Xiqing ran outside the bedroom, and immediately slumped down on the ground.

There was still pain in the neck.

The whole person trembled with fear.

"Huh? Why is the military master brother sitting on the ground!" Ling Gu went out to relieve his hand and came back, and met Yu Xiqing who was sitting on the ground.

While speaking, Linggu had already stretched out his hand, wanting to help Yu Xiqing up, and was very friendly to Yu Xiqing.

Yu Xiqing didn't ask Linggu to help him, but stood up by herself, sizing up Linggu.

She even tried her best to imitate Zhu Yan in her clothes.

Yu Xiqing raised her hand to touch Linggu's small face, and said with a gentle smile, "It's really carved out of the same mold as Zhu Yan Shangxian." He really wanted to tear this face to pieces.

Linggu also touched his face, with curved eyebrows, "I am from the same family as Zhuyan Shangxian, we are related by blood, and he is my brother." Every time Zhuyan Linggu is mentioned, he is proud.

"Oh? Really!" Yu Xiqing kept a gentle and harmless smile on her face, "Ziming really likes Zhuyan Shangxian, and will definitely love you as Zhuyan Shangxian."

Linggu's words sounded a bit strange, but for a moment he couldn't figure out what was so strange.

Yu Xiqing continued: "I just came out from Ziming, and he said he wants you to go there!"

Ling Gu opened his eyes slightly, and asked curiously: "What did Master tell me to do?" Will he be asked to practice walking, or learn to wear clothes?

"You'll know when you go!" After finishing speaking, Yu Xiqing raised her hand and patted Afraid Linggu's small shoulder, before leaving with a smile.

Linggu scratched his nose and muttered, "Why do you feel so mysterious?"

With that said, he turned and entered the bedroom, and walked towards Ye Youming's bedroom.

Yu Xiqing stared viciously at the bedroom. Ziming was now delirious and brutal because of the backlash from his soul. At this moment, he went in, "Hahaha..."

Yu Xiqing laughed bloodily and willfully.

Immediately he turned around and went back to wait to see the tragic death of the spirit fox tomorrow.

With a sound of "squeak", Linggu pushed open the door of Yeyouming's bedroom.

"Master, why are you looking for your apprentice?"

Linggu stepped into the door, after the words were spoken, the bedroom was silent, and Ye Youming was not seen speaking.

If there is no one outside, that person must be inside.

Linggu walked towards the inner room.

He was still muttering to himself, "Master, isn't he asleep?"

However, as soon as the person walked into the inner room, he was stunned.

At this moment, the interior is in a mess, the tea table, flower stand, incense burner, and all the decorations have been broken.

The room was full of mess.

especially……

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

At this moment, Ye Youming was lying on the ground, her red hair spreading behind her like flames.

The person closed his eyes tightly, not knowing what happened.

Linggu hurried over, squatted on Ye Youming's body, and shook him, "Master, wake up!"

Saying that, Lingu was going to help Ye Youming. At this moment, Ye Youming suddenly opened his blood-red eyes, opened his thin lips, and bit down on Linggu.

Immediately afterwards, a scream of "ah" broke the silence of the night.

…………

Mo Nan woke up from the nightmare.

His forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his eyes were still full of horror.

He hurriedly got out of bed, went to the table and poured a glass of water, which was enough to dry after a few sips, and then drank three more glasses of water in a row.

Then he sat down on a chair in a daze.

For a long time, he lay prone on the table and burst into tears.

He murmured helplessly and fearfully, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid he will find me, what should I do?"

After crying for a while, Mo Nan suddenly remembered something belatedly, rushed to the bathroom, and washed his body thoroughly inside and out.

When he came back today, he was really tired, so he planned to rest for a while, but unexpectedly, he slept from morning to midnight, until he woke up from the nightmare of being captured by Jun Huailing and being tortured by all kinds of perverts.

Only then did he remember that he hadn't cleaned up what Jun Huailing left in his body.

When he was a teenager, Jun Huailing forcibly poured the spring water of Zisi Spring, and after drinking the spring water of Zisi Spring, both men and women would have the function of fertility.

So since then, he also has the ability to conceive, but Jun Huailing didn't touch him because he was too weak to bear having sex with him.

But this time he was imprisoned by Jun Huailing, who forced him all night long.

At this moment, Mo Nan put his fingers into the bruised and weak place, desperately trying to clean it, for fear that if the thing could not be cleaned cleanly, it would get implanted in his body.

On the clear water surface, streaks of bright red blood floated up.

It can be seen that Mo Nan is cruel to himself.

After cleaning up, Mo Nan buried his face in his hands and began to cry again.

"Uuuuuuu..."

The whimpering continued for a long time.

In the human world palace.

Jun Huailing was sitting on the dragon chair, beside the dragon chair was a bloody headless corpse, that corpse was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, obviously it was the emperor of Fengyu Kingdom.

And the emperor's head was held in Jun Huailing's hands, and he twisted it off abruptly, his eyes became distorted due to the pain he suffered before death, and the fundus of the eyes was bloodshot, terrifying and sad.

The emperor of a country is like an ant in the hands of Jun Huailing.

With a "click", Jun Huailing crushed the skull of the human head in his hand, and a large amount of dark red blood and brain mixed with blood flowed out from his strong and well-defined hands.

"Sufeng, these incompetent and incompetent kings, I use them as emperors only because you are not here, Fengyu Kingdom cannot live without an emperor."

Over the past 300 years, countless emperors have died at the hands of Jun Huailing. He even killed children as young as he was in a bad mood.

Jun Huailing threw away the human brain in his hand, "They are not worthy of being emperor, only Sufeng in Fengyu Kingdom is worthy of this dragon chair."

On the side, Eunuch Xigui took out a handkerchief, bowed and humbly wiped the blood on Jun Huailing's hands, "Master Guoshi, since you already know the whereabouts of His Highness Crown Prince Sufeng, why don't you go and bring him back?"