Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

"Master, little Xun'er had a dream last night, dreaming that Daddy was going to take Xun'er home!"

As Xiao Xun'er said, she ran to Ye Qiao's side with short legs, tugged at his sleeve and said coquettishly, "Master... When will Daddy come to pick up Xun'er?"

A pair of big eyes looked at Ye Qiao flickeringly.

With the sound of "Master", Dong Zhao was stunned, and his head went blank.

Looking at the glutinous rice stand standing beside Ye Qiao, acting like a baby at him, Dong Zhao's heart was twitched.

Master... Master...how could this happen?Didn't you agree to be a closed disciple?Didn't you once say that you will only accept me as an apprentice in this life?

It turns out that as long as I'm not here, someone will replace me in a blink of an eye?

Is everything a lie to me?

There was a buzzing in his head, and Shen Hui's wild words sounded in his ears.

"Do you think he really loves you? Saying he likes you is just an expedient measure. If you really become a big devil who harms the people, he will definitely attack you!"

Shen Hui's words echoed in his ears repeatedly, making his brain hurt from the noise.

It wasn't until the glutinous rice dumpling beside him pulled his sleeve and called him several times that he gradually came back to his senses.

"Big brother! You are the beautiful big brother in the painting!"

Little Xun'er saw that he was even more handsome than in the painting, so she couldn't help but climbed up on him with her short legs.

"Big Brother Hug... Big Brother Hug—"

Dong Zhao was taken aback, "This is..."

"Su Bailang and Xiao Ce's child, Xiao Xun."

Xiao Xun'er raised her head with a smile, and opened her arms to be hugged by him.

He was stunned for a moment, then got up quickly, with a flustered look on his face, "Well... I... suddenly remembered that the fire in the kitchen hadn't been extinguished..."

Putting down a word hastily, Dong Zhao glanced at Xiao Xun'er, turned pale, turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Xiao Xun'er pouted with aggrieved face, "Master...doesn't big brother like Xun'er?"

Ye Qiao hugged him in his arms, looked at his back as he walked away, and frowned slightly.

He squeezed Xiao Xun'er's chubby face, "How could it be... How could big brother not like you."

Xiao Xun'er still pursed her mouth, she was about to cry when she felt wronged.

"Look, this is the noodle soup made by big brother. It's very fragrant. Do you want Xun'er to eat it?"

Xiao Xun'er looked at the delicious noodle soup in front of her, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"If you want to eat, if you want to eat—"

Xiao Xun'er was very coaxable, holding the bowl and started to eat.

"Xun'er is eating noodles here, foster father will come over later."

"Yeah——" Xiao Xun'er stuffed her bulging cheeks, and nodded with a smile.

Ye Qiao rushed towards the kitchen, only to see the indescribable expression on Dong Zhao's face, his eyes were staring straight at a certain place and he was in a daze, thinking about something, even when he came to him, Dong Zhao didn't notice.

Until Ye Qiao's hand rested lightly on his shoulder.

"Azhao..." Ye Qiao blurted out softly.

He froze for a moment.

"Master... Master?"

Seeing that his expression was not right, Ye Qiao quickly asked: "Azhao, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't you like Xun'er?"

"Bailang is dead, Xiao Ce is crazy now, it is really inappropriate for Xun'er to send him back at this time."

"Xun'er is actually really cute, you can..."

Dong Zhao interrupted him before he finished his hasty explanation.

"No, I don't like him, I..."

Seeing that his face was getting uglier and his eyes dodged and he didn't want to look at him, Ye Qiao was inexplicably worried.

"Azhao? What's wrong with you?"

Dong Zhao was in a state of disarray at the moment.

After a while, he made up a nonsense, "Suddenly felt the power in his body surging, and he could hardly control it..."

Ye Qiao was terrified when he heard the words he made up at random.

He grabbed his hand, "It's not a trivial matter to have unstable spiritual power in your body. Let's go to the back mountain and I'll help you adjust your spiritual power."

Dong Zhao pushed his hand away, and said with a slightly flustered expression, "No...no need, I'll go down the mountain...I'll be back soon."

Before Ye Qiao recovered from being pushed away by him, Dong Zhao hurried down the mountain without saying a word.

Looking at his running figure, Ye Qiao felt uneasy for some reason.

Dong Zhao's heart was in a mess, he couldn't believe Shen Hui's words, and he didn't want to believe Shen Hui's words.

Unknowingly, he walked to the front of the Skeleton Hall.

With a sullen face and a bit of coldness in his eyes, he walked towards the Skeleton Hall.

After entering, when he looked around, he felt a chill in his heart, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, his chest heaved, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

With a flick of his sleeve, the surrounding walls cracked, and there was a loud rumbling noise, and the thick wall skin shattered.

White dust rose from the surrounding pavement, he broke through the dust and walked to the center of the hall.

Shen Hui was tortured so badly that he curled up into a ball of blood.

He gritted his teeth and smiled, "It's such a pity to destroy such a good mural——"

Dong Zhao grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up, clenched his other hand into a fist, and punched him hard on the face.

The blow made him vomit blood, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

He kicked over, Shen Hui flew tens of meters, hit the wall heavily, and fell firmly to the ground.

The clavicle chain in his body began to lock frequently because of his movements.

Pulp-like pain swept through the whole body.

He wanted to scream, but he couldn't even scream because of the pain.

Lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment, he ate a mouthful of dust.

Shen Hui should never have imagined that he was such a proud person, he was the only one who abused others, and someone else abused him, and he ended up in such a fate that life would be worse than death.

But when he saw Dong Zhao's burning eyes, he didn't feel so sad, because his death was coming.

For him now, death is the best relief, living is too painful...too painful...

Dong Zhao summoned the Jialan Sword and walked up to him step by step.

Shen Hui closed his eyes and waited quietly for death.

The cold tip of the Jialan sword was pressed against his chest. Dong Zhao only needed to use a little force, and the Jialan sword would easily pierce his heart, giving him a chill.

It's just that the Jialan sword that was supposed to pierce into his heart hasn't moved yet.

Dong Zhao stopped talking six more times, and finally said: "The things you said to me before...how can you prove that they are true?"

Hearing these words, Shen Hui leisurely opened his eyes, with a smug smile on his lips.

Suppressing the severe pain all over his body, he said in a hoarse voice: "Use the mantra I gave you to find out just by asking."

"I will not use the mantra on Master."

Shen Hui chuckled, "Don't worry, the mantra I gave you is different from ordinary mantras. After asking, he doesn't know anything, as if nothing happened."

Dong Zhao's face was too cold.

Shen Hui coughed out a mouthful of black blood, "I really don't want to use the mantra. There is another way. There is a mirror under the ground in the Demon Realm, called the Kunlun Mirror. This mirror can see what happened in the past. You can tell it just by looking at it."

After finishing speaking, Shen Hui pulled out a very ugly smile in pain.

Dong Zhao stared at him, who had been tortured and twisted like a ghost, stepped forward, and the Jialan sword instantly pierced his heart.

I thought that after so many days of torment and pain, this little pain was nothing, but...it still hurts...

Dong Zhao stopped looking at him, turned and walked away.

Holding on to the last moment when the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry, Shen Hui's trembling bloody hands took out a satin bag from the position of the heart on his chest, and a strand of black silk wrapped in it was cut off by the sword.

That was Ye Qiao's hair.

The bleeding mouth began to chant curses one by one, and he blessed the spell with all the remaining spiritual power in his body.

I saw his ears, nose, and eyes began to bleed like a ghost.

There was a hoarse growl in the lower part of his throat.

"Using my body—to offer it as a sacrifice, I curse him, from now on, if you want wind, you will get wind, if you want rain, you will be unparalleled in the world, only love, you can't ask for it!"