Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

"What happened to your finger?"

Subconsciously, Shen Hui quickly hid his tragic hands behind his back.

"Uh...nothing, it's just that the kitchen knife was not pleasing to the eye when I was cooking, and I fought...a fight, and it...it won."

Ye Qiao lowered his head slightly and paused.

Shen Hui's eyes were full of expectation.

I just wanted to say a few more words of persuasion, to coax him to take a bite, even if it was just one bite, he would be very satisfied.

He opened his mouth and still didn't speak, Ye Qiao turned and walked towards the table.

Shocked and filled with joy, Shen Hui hurried over, carefully tore the stool apart, and placed it behind his legs.

Shen Hui happily picked up the bamboo chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken that looked fair in color, and brought it to him.

"Ah Qiao, try it."

Ye Qiao frowned slightly, and only said lightly, "I'll do it myself"...

Shen Hui froze for a moment, the smile on the corner of his mouth dropped sharply, but he still obediently took back the bamboo chopsticks.

"Okay, do it yourself."

He pushed the butterfly potato chicken towards Ye Qiao.

Ye Qiao picked up the chopsticks beside him, fumbled to pick up a piece, and just put it into his mouth, a bitter taste stimulated the taste buds on the tip of his tongue and hit his entire head.

It was so unpalatable, but he didn't intend to vomit. He resisted chewing two mouthfuls, and couldn't stand the taste any longer, so he swallowed it hard.

Fumbling, he quickly picked up the teacup and drank it down.

His face was pale and ugly, and he pursed his lips tightly, not wanting to relive the hell-like taste just now, but unfortunately the taste was so strong that even if he swallowed it, he still felt a little nauseated.

"Why is it so unpalatable... What kind of weird poison did Shen Hui put in the dish?"

Seeing him eat it, Shen Hui was very happy.

He asked expectantly, "How is it? But it's not bad?"

Ye Qiao "..."

"If it's delicious, eat a few more pieces. If it's not enough, I'll make it for you."

Ye Qiao "..."

"Don't eat, I'm full."

Seeing that he didn't want to eat, Shen Hui wanted to persuade him to eat two more bites, but he opened his mouth and chose to close it.

He removed the food, and after walking out of the room, he couldn't help being curious, pinched a large piece of chicken and stuffed it into his mouth.

As soon as it entered his mouth, he spit it out with a livid face in the next second.

"vomit……"

"Huh? Why is it so unpalatable, so salty and bitter."

"He...Ah Qiao, how did he eat it?"

He poured out all the food, and looked at his ten troubled fingers for a moment of depression.

"Sure enough, it's not suitable for cooking... If it doesn't taste good next time, I'll chop you all up, and it's useless to keep it!"

Just as he was about to turn around and enter the room after speaking, a whale blue swished, stabbing straight at the back of his heart like a bamboo.

Shen Hui's eyes tightened suddenly, and he turned around abruptly, dodging the thunderous Jialan sword.

Dong Zhao searched hard for Ye Qiao for seven days, and finally found his lair.

He rushed towards Shen Hui with red eyes.

Shen Hui's eyes turned cold instantly, and he gritted his teeth looking at the spoiler who ruined his good life.

"After all, I let you find it!"

"You little trash, you have enough guts! How dare you single-handedly enter my Hall of Ten Thousand Skulls!"

"Let you die without knowing how to die!"

While dodging, he drew out his soft sword and struck towards Dong Zhao quickly.

After Dong Zhao got rid of the mandrill in Dajia Mountain, he went to Yihu City to meet him. He waited for him for a whole day. After searching for several days, God knows how Dong Zhao survived these days.

Dong Zhao's eyes were red, and the fundus of his eyes was a little dark, maybe it was because of sleepless nights in recent days.

"Hand over my master!"

He shouted angrily, arousing Shen Hui's murderous desire.

"A little trash deserves to yell at me!"

As he spoke, his soft sword circled towards Dong Zhao's throat like a poisonous snake spit out its core.

Shen Hui's every move was deadly, and every move was to kill him.

Dong Zhaoxiu's base is not as high as his, and his swordsmanship is even worse. He can only dodge quickly and find the right opportunity to take the initiative to attack.

Shen Hui pressed so hard that he couldn't breathe.

A thunderous palm hit him on the chest, sending him flying a few meters away and hitting the ground heavily.

An excruciating pain came from above the chest and below the collarbone.

Dong Zhao clutched his heart, and spat out a mouthful of blood, which splashed on the Jialan sword on the ground.

Ye Qiao in the room was startled when he heard the sound of fighting, with a hint of surprise on his face.

"It's Ah Zhao!"

He rushed out the door, and was about to walk towards Dong Zhao, when Shen Hui sternly twisted a mantra, threw a piece of talisman paper, cast a binding spell, and instantly trapped him, making him unable to move.

"Let go of me! Shen Hui, let me go, don't touch him!"

Shen Hui sneered, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"Ah Qiao, don't make trouble, this little waste disturbs the good life between us, I really can't vent my hatred if I don't kill him—"

"Today, in front of Ah Qiao, I will kill him with my own hands!"

As he spoke, he held a soft sword and stabbed fiercely at the weak and embarrassed man on the ground.

"No! Shen Hui doesn't want it!"

Seeing that Shen Hui's sword was about to pierce Dong Zhao's heart, the Jialan sword that fell on the ground suddenly trembled restlessly after sucking his blood.

Shen Hui's eyes fell on the sword, and he frowned in confusion.

Suddenly a blue light appeared, which hurt Shen Hui's eyes.

He was forced to stop the stabbing action and quickly covered his eyes.

I just felt a palm in front of me like a knife slashing towards him.

Shen Hui dodged the palm vigilantly, and when he fixed his eyes, he saw a cold and resolute man in black and blue robes coming from nowhere and joining the battle.

Jianling Jialan's moves are as fast as a gust of wind, as swift as lightning, and each of his palms cuts iron like mud.

Shen Hui was somewhat lost, but Ye Qiao vowed not to let go.

Fighting desperately, Jianling Jialan jumped out of his arms with a palm, so fast that Shen Hui had no time to react, and the four parallel fingers pierced straight into his chest like a sharp sword.

Blood burst from his mouth.

Shen Hui pushed Jianling Jialan away with a palm, his face paled into a sheet of paper in an instant, he glanced at Ye Qiao unwillingly, covered the bleeding wound, gritted his teeth and said, "Ah Qiao, I will come back again , you will always be mine!"

After speaking, he twitched a formula and disappeared without a trace.

Jianling Jialan knelt down on one knee towards Dong Zhao, and said very respectfully, "Jialan pays homage to the master."

Dong Zhao didn't care about other things, he clutched his severe pain in his chest, and staggered towards Ye Qiao.

The red eye sockets filled with tears in an instant, and I don't know how many words were contained in those tears. At this moment, my throat was tight, and I was so happy and astringent that I couldn't speak.

All the excitement and words turned into a solid hug.

The binding curse on Ye Qiao's body was knocked away by Dong Zhaochong. He raised his hand and gently rubbed his head, smiling slightly.

"Okay, okay...don't cry, why are you acting like a child——"