Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

Ye Qiao choked, his throat seemed to be blocked, and the unspeakable soreness and bitterness churned, making him speechless.

The heart endured the pain of Ling Chi over and over again.

Seeing that the person in front of him is no longer that time, his heart really hurts...

"Why didn't Master stop talking? Did he fall into Master's arms? Hehehe... Really?"

He sneered coldly.

"Some things, I can figure it out, and I can accept it, but I feel very uncomfortable, just like Master didn't choose to save me on the cliff."

Speech damage is like a chronic disease, it will not cause death, but if you are tortured, thousands of needles are stabbed in the heart lightly and heavily, and one day you will lose too much blood and die.

Dong Zhao just took a sharp sword and poked open his knot.

He stuck to Ye Qiao's ear, and said coldly: "Master is good everywhere, but there are too few truths and too many jokes."

Ye Qiao's eyes were filled with tears, and the tears fell down uncontrollably, and he looked up at him.

"I've never lied to you, so why did Ah Zhao say such unfeeling words?" His trembling voice made people feel distressed.

Dong Zhao gritted his teeth with a smile and said, "You taught the unfeeling today, and you ruined the deep affection in the past."

This sentence was like thunder, and Ye Qiao looked at him with a layer of tears in his eyes, which looked misty.

"What do you mean? It's... don't you love me?"

When the mantra sounded in Dong Zhao's ears again, the two words he answered, those two words were like sharp nails that were deeply chiseled into his heart.

It seemed that he had to be more heartless than anyone else, but he smiled coldly, his posture full of heart-pounding indifference.

He said coldly: "I used to think that it was up to you, but now I realize that you are nothing more than that—"

Dong Zhao thought he could say it freely, but his heart was still very sad, the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe...

Dong Zhao's words seemed to be slapped heavily on his face, making his ears ringing and heart palpitations.

Looking at the man with a faintly pale face, Dong Zhao turned around murderously and drew the Jialan sword.

Ye Qiao wanted to catch up, but was tightly bound by the satin red silk he threw, unable to move.

He shouted: "Azhao, I really love you, I can't live without you!"

Dong Zhao paused, his shoulders shrugged up and down with a smile, and his face was slightly sideways, which was terrifying and profound.

He flew into a rage and said, "Your future will be long, and you will grow old together, it's all fucking nonsense! If anyone dares to say such nonsense in front of me again, I will serve you with a slap in the face!"

Putting down a harsh word, Dong Zhao was full of murderous intent and persisted in flying away with the Jialan sword.

——Ye Qiao roared in despair——

"Dong Zhao!"

After holding back a mouthful of blood for a long time, it finally spat out from his throat.

The blood from his heart slowly flowed down the moon-white robe along the corner of his mouth, and it was instantly blurred, scorching and dazzling.

In an instant, his entire shoulders drooped, and he knelt down on the ground with a desperate and helpless expression.

The satin red silk tied him tightly, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

"what!"

A shrill, desperate cry soaring to the heavens.

The shrill shouts echoed in the blue sea and sky.

Why is he the son of Dong Chongyang, why does he fall in love with him, why...

"Sure enough, it's evil fate, evil fate!"

"Azhao, I really can't do without you, what can I say before you believe it..."

There was the sound of spiritual power fighting in the distance, and it became more and more intense. Ye Qiao couldn't sit still, he had to stop it, and he must not just sit back and watch him become a murderous monster.

Duan Hongling was tied tightly to her body, Ye Qiao sat cross-legged on the ground, her eyes were tightly closed, her lips trembled and moved.

I saw a ray of primordial spirit coming out of the body.

His body was still sitting under the Joan tree, bound by satin and red silk.

It was just a ray of primordial spirit. He did not know what mantra he recited, and his incorporeal body gradually became solid.

Holding the Akasaka Sword in his hand, he chased after him.

When chasing after him, the scene of his liver and gallbladder splitting made his spine shudder, and he saw that the entire world of cultivating immortals had been destroyed by him, and the monsters from the ground broke out one after another.

The ground is already covered with blood, and the dead bodies lie thousands of miles away!

Everything seen in the God of Time has come true.

Looking at the red-eyed Dong Zhao, he galloped up with his sword and roared, "Dong Zhao! Stop!"

"Dong Zhao! Stop it, don't kill any more, don't kill any more!"

Dong Zhao hung in the air, condescendingly watching the killing on the ground, a black robe was violently flying in the strong wind, at this moment his expression was gloomy, full of killing intent.

Ye Qiao flew to his side, grabbed his wrist, and begged bitterly.

"Azhao, I beg you, don't kill, don't kill in vain!"

Dong Zhao was taken aback for a moment, wondering how he escaped.

The corners of the mouth of the sneer were extremely terrifying, "Which of these people I killed was innocent? When they killed my Dong family, they didn't show mercy!"

As he spoke, he ordered Jia Lan beside him, and shouted, "Go——kill!"

Ye Qiao watched helplessly as the Jialan sword pierced through their chests one by one.

"Dong Zhao!"

He pleaded desperately, "Didn't you promise that I would not bully the weak and kill the weak?"

"Azhao, you promised me...you promised me."

Dong Zhao looked at him coldly, "How can they be called people!"

As he said that, he summoned the Jialan sword, and stabbed at Han Shanji Genggeng and the others thunderously.

Ye Qiao went after him, but he was a step too late, watching Han Shan Ji Geng Geng and others fall in a pool of blood.

Dong Zhao killed his temper, turned his sword, and went towards Kongkong and Dianfeiluan.

Ye Qiao rushed over quickly, pointing directly in front of him with the Scarlet Firmament Sword.

The two confront each other.

Dong Zhao smiled coldly.

"Master, are you going to start cleaning the door?"

Ye Qiao frowned, her expression was ugly, and there was an indescribable heartbreak in her eyes.

"Dong Zhao, don't force me."

Dong Zhao sneered, "Forced? Hehe... Isn't that what Master wants? Why did I force you?"

As he spoke, he swung the Jialan sword and stabbed towards the seriously injured two people.

"Dong Zhao!"

With a hoarse shout, Ye Qiao withdrew the Scarlet Firmament Sword in his hand, and switched to using a palm, and struck towards his dantian with a thunderous palm.

Dong Zhao frowned, and suddenly dodged away.

Looking at him angrily, "Master wants to destroy my cultivation?!"

"I won't kill you, but I can't see you slaughtering lives like this!"

Dong Zhao laughed out loud after hearing this.

"Master, for the sake of the so-called righteousness, the world, ruined my cultivation and made me a waste, ha ha... ha ha!"

His eyes were red and he was furious, "Master, do you know that my cultivation has not come easily! Master, do you know that I have worked so hard to get this cultivation in order to get out of Heihe alive and see Master again!"

"Now that the master says it will be abolished, it will be abolished!"

The karma of fury in Dong Zhao's heart became more and more intense.

He summoned the Jialan Sword Spirit and roared, "Kill them both!"

Jialan rushed over vigorously, Ye Qiao saw this, held Chi Xiaojian to block it, and entangled with Jialan to fight.

Seeing him desperately protecting other people's lives, the anger in his heart soared to the sky, and his fists were clenched.

Eyes wide open, he gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Why, why, you always protect others!"