The vicious master always loves to die

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Yan Xici was awakened by a slight sound, and opened his eyes in a daze, his eyes were a little hazy.

He turned over while clutching his aching head, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar places around him, gradually came to his senses, and his expression gradually became terrified after seeing the surrounding environment clearly.

If he remembers correctly, here...isn't this the dungeon where the original body was imprisoned in the dream! !

Yan Xici suddenly lowered his head with a pale face, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that he was wearing a white undershirt and his whole body was intact, but then the 'clang' of the iron chain broke his delusion.

The iron chain was cold and heavy, and the half-finger-wide black iron ring was firmly clasped around his ankle, bringing a chill to the bone.The spiritual power in his body was sluggish, and the power surging on the iron ring was so familiar, it couldn't be said to be very similar to the spirit lock ring he had put on Ji Moze's neck back then, it could only be said to be exactly the same.

Unexpectedly, the spirit lock ring he specially prepared for Ji Moze returned to him.But it is obvious that this spirit lock ring can only imprison the monks who have cultivated Jindan, and he is already in the late stage of Nascent Soul, so why can't the spiritual energy in his body be mobilized at all.

Yan Xici was a little flustered. At the beginning, the dream cast too much shadow on him. It took him a long time to convince himself that this was just the original body's dream, but now the exact same scene made his back sweat cold.Thinking of the miserable original body covered in wounds in the dream, and Ji Moze who rushed up to beat him up at the slightest disagreement, he suddenly felt bad.

There is a layer of ink under the body, which blends with the surroundings, and the past is endless black.Fortunately, the pearls inlaid on the surrounding bedposts exude a shimmer, so that people will not lose their senses and direction in the ink.

Although the spiritual power of his whole body was locked, his body was fine. Yan Xici cautiously stretched out his hand towards the edge of the bed, but the expected pain did not come, and there was no restriction surrounding him!

Yan Xici couldn't believe it, so he stretched out his hand a little further, and when he found that there was really no restriction, his heart was suddenly excited.

Pulled the chain on the foot, although it was heavy, it could be dragged.Yan Xici pulled the chain vigorously, and found that the other end was buckled on the bedpost, and there was a lot of room for movement.

Yan Xici tried to see if he could 'pull' his foot out of the iron ring, but he couldn't pull it out for a long time, it got stuck in the ankle bone, and almost didn't scrape his flesh off.The iron ring is tightly stitched, without a single gap, and there is no way to pry it apart except to untie it with magic.

Helpless, Yan Xici had no choice but to give up taking off the spirit ring and turn to the bedpost for advice.

Although the bed seemed to be carved from black gold wood, it was still weaker than a monk's body that had been tempered by heaven and earth.Although his cultivation base has been sealed, but at least he is a powerful Nascent Soul, a mere Ujinmu...

Yan Xici stretched out his hands to hold the bedposts, and began to exert strength——

Swaying from side to side, shaking vigorously, the bed creaked, and he was so tired that he was out of breath.

He misestimated the firmness of the ebony wood, and also overestimated his current condition, allowing him to sweat profusely, and the bedpost remained motionless, not even the slightest crack.

It seems that the only way to attack him... Yan Xici stared at his ankle, thinking deeply.If I don't leave as soon as possible, I will definitely be humiliated like in a dream...

If it is said that Yan Xici once thought that his injuries were the result of being tortured by Ji Moze, but in the later dream, he experienced the real torture firsthand, which is simply... horrifying.

After resting for a while and gathering some strength, Yan Xici began to struggle with his ankle, trying to tear off the spirit ring with all his might.Fortunately, Ji Moze didn't buckle it around his neck, otherwise he would not be able to tear the ring off his neck even if he had the best ability.

Today, even if the skin is worn off and the bone of the foot is broken, he will escape from here!

Yan Xici stifled his face and endured the pain, at the cost of a broken ankle and flying flesh, he forcibly pulled out the spirit ring.For this reason, he was cut off by the iron, and blood gushed out.

Perhaps it was because of experiencing strong winds and waves in a dream, Yan Xici was already able to deal with these minor injuries skillfully.He casually tore off a long strip from the hem of his inner clothes, wrapped up the wound completely, and felt the spiritual power flowing again in his body, turned over and got out of bed.

The ground was biting and icy cold, Yan Xici stepped on the ground with bare feet, just felt as if he was stepping on ice, with a tingling feeling of frostbite.

As he got farther away from the bed, the halo became weaker and weaker, and he was plunged into darkness, unable to see anything.The recovery of spiritual power in the body was very slow, and Yan Xici managed to accumulate some spiritual power, pinched a burning fire formula, and let the fire light illuminate the surroundings, only then did he vaguely see that the door seemed to be in front of him.

Step by step, he walked with great vigilance, in the darkness, only his cold white body under the faint firelight remained.

Pushing open the heavy door, there was still endless darkness in sight, and in the next second, a strong demonic aura swept over him, sweeping his thin robes away, and the unsuspecting Yan Xici was rushed towards him. The devilish energy that came choked his face, and he almost knelt on the ground.

What's going on, why so much magic energy! !

The pitifully small amount of spiritual power in his body was working hard to dispel the intrusion of the devil energy, so that he would not be corroded by the devil energy.No wonder the recovery of the spiritual power in his body was extremely slow. In this place where the demonic energy was overwhelming, where did he get the spiritual energy to absorb.

The gust of wind howled and surged, and the demonic energy surged and rolled, but after walking a distance of a hundred meters, Yan Xici almost exhausted his spiritual power and fell to the ground from exhaustion.

Looking up at the sky, there is endless ink, there is no sunlight at all, and there is only black as thick as ink.

This is definitely not the world of comprehension...

With this realization, Yan Xici's face became paler, and the aura in his body was exhausted, and the fire light in his hand became weaker and weaker, and then was swallowed by the violent wind, turning into endless darkness.

The moment the fire was extinguished, his waist was surrounded by people, and Ji Moze's voice sighed in his ear: "Master, you are so naughty."

Yan Xici's whole body was stiff, and the biting coldness penetrated into his skin, gradually making him numb.Only a touch of warmth around Yu Yu's waist bound him firmly in place.

"Oh, it's really a headache." Ji Moze laughed lowly, turned his arms into a hug, and hugged him horizontally under the horrified eyes of the master.

"Barefoot is cold, I will send Master back."

Yan Xici froze his body and slowly raised his head. The dark night and tumbling magic fog enveloped Ji Moze, making it impossible to see his face in the darkness. Only the sound of breathing and the vibration brought by walking were left. .

Probably because of Ji Moze, the all-pervasive demonic energy retreated, which relieved Yan Xici, who had exhausted his spiritual power, at least he didn't have to worry about being irritated by the magical energy and losing his mind.

The heavy door opened automatically, and Ji Moze walked in slowly with his master in his arms, until he reached the bed before gently putting him down.

The shimmer of light from the beads inlaid on the bedpost was not very bright, but it was enough to illuminate Ji Moze's face.The indistinguishable handsome appearance and gentle smiling voice made Yan Xici suddenly have the impression that the person in front of him was Chu Mo.

"Master, why are you so careless?" Ji Moze straddled the bed with one knee, supported the bed with one hand, and held up Yan Xici's injured foot with the other hand, gently removed the blood-stained cloth, sprinkled it with healing Medicine, the wound slowly healed.

Yan Xici's face was stiff and cold. After the wound healed, the foot held in Ji Moze's hand suddenly kicked hard at Ji Moze's chest: "Get out!"

Ji Moze was undefended. He was kicked down, fell off the bed, and fell firmly to the ground.

"You bastard, you still have the face to appear in front of me." Yan Xici sneered, and slowly got up and sat down on the bed.Without the protection of spiritual power in the body, the ground felt more and more cold and biting, as if soaked into the bone marrow.He resisted the cold, stood barefoot on the ground, and coldly looked down at Ji Moze who fell on the ground.

At this time, Ji Moze should already be a Mahayana cultivator. As long as he adds fuel and fire, maybe he can make Ji Moze burst into flames, knock him out of his soul with one palm, and die painlessly.

In order to achieve his goal, Yan Xici became more and more mean: "You treacherous, wolf-hearted bastard, you should have been chopped to death with one palm in the first place, so as to save you from dishonoring your teacher's reputation, you... bastard!"

The last sentence, wrapped in endless malice, pierced viciously.

Sure enough, after the last sentence was uttered, Ji Moze's originally gentle face suddenly darkened, and anger radiated from his body, as if he wanted to tear Yan Xici to pieces.

It worked!

Yan Xici was secretly happy, but his face became more vicious, and he slanted out all the vicious words he could think of in his life. The more angry Ji Moze was, the more freely he spoke, waiting for the other party to reach the critical point and then Draw your sword and give him a blow.

For this reason, Yan Xici quietly puffed out his chest, completely exposing the vital parts of his chest, so that Ji Moze could find the target and poke more accurately.

The fabric of the inner garment was already light and thin, and after tossing and tossing it down one after another, the laces had long been loosened, exposing Yan Xici's large chest.Because of his agitation and scolding, his chest kept rising and falling, and even on his dazzling white skin, the bright red color kept shaking, which was especially dazzling.

When Yan Xici took a step forward, the color suddenly magnified, and Ji Moze could even see the round, small one, like the core of a cherry fruit.

He took a step back suddenly, his complexion was already quite ugly, but the hall was too dark, Yan Xici didn't see it.All he knew was that his vicious curse had taken effect, and Ji Moze couldn't bear it and took a step back. It seemed that his patience was at the limit and he was on the verge of breaking out.

But he really couldn't think of any more words, and he had tried his best to scold what he had learned all his life.

When you're out of words, you do it, which incites anger and hatred even more, and is extremely insulting.So Yan Xici, as usual, raised his hand and wanted to slap her in the face!

"Get out of here—"

Halfway through the swing, his right hand was caught and stopped in mid-air, in a stalemate.

At this time, the spiritual power in Yan Xici's body had already been exhausted, but he was just trying to save face, and the other party was a solid Mahayana venerable.The previous kick was also successful because of Ji Moze's undefense, but this slap fell on the road before he could get out of the attack.

The right hand is imprisoned, and the left hand is replaced.Yan Xici was not discouraged, and vowed to be full of hatred, so he raised his left hand——

Then his hands were held by Ji Moze, and they were open on both sides, unable to move.

"Let go, you bastard!" Struggling, to no avail.Yan Xici, who had no spiritual power, had no effect on struggling against Ji Moze. He was so tired that he gasped for breath, so he had to continue to output with his mouth, recombine the words just now, and curse again.

The place where the hands are grasped is getting tighter and tighter, as if they are about to break off. Although Yan Xici's face turned pale from the pain, he still refuses to let go. He sprays poison from his mouth, and his eyes are vicious and sinister. Where is there a fairy who used to not eat fireworks? appearance.

In the next second, the world was spinning, Yan Xici's vision blurred, and a sense of weightlessness came over him, and then he fell heavily on the bed, as if his internal organs had been displaced, and he couldn't help but groan.

This fall really threw him into a daze. Without spiritual power to protect his body, he felt as if he had been punched hard, and his viscera ached.Before he could react, Ji Moze leaned forward, locked his hands with one hand, and grabbed his neck with the other, cutting off the remaining words.

Yan Xici's face flushed red, and he made a 'ho ho' sound, like a dehydrated fish trying to struggle but in vain.

The brain was gradually deprived of oxygen, and there was chaos in front of his eyes, and Ji Moze's charming face under the light and shadow became more and more ambiguous.Yan Xici vaguely remembered that he seemed to have experienced the pain of being pinched in a dream, but this time it seemed... that he could succeed.

"I remember... Master loves me as a cauldron the most, absorbing my cultivation." When he was about to pass out, Ji Moze's gloomy voice came from his ear. It seemed that Ji Moze wanted to return his ways to others. I'm already a human, so he's planning to suck my cultivation base...to go further?

"And Master's method is really very... obscene/slutty, to do such disregarding things to disciples." The strength of pinching the neck eased, allowing a trace of air to flow into the lungs, and Yan Xici Will not die easily.

It seems that I have held my hatred too firmly, and Ji Moze is going to torture him... Could it be that he is burning his soul day and night? ?

Yan Xici's eyes were terrified. In order not to repeat the same mistakes, he tried his best to taunt with a hoarse voice: "Oh... it's just a beast. I only said it while holding back my nausea."

"Really?" Ji Moze sneered, exerting force on his hands, saying that Xici's breathing became more and more difficult, and he was on the verge of death.A burst of white light flashed in front of his eyes, Yan Xici closed his eyes contentedly, and smiled as he wished.

"Do you think I'll let you go easily?" Before falling into complete darkness, Ji Moze whispered through the maze and reached the soul.And then, there was a sharp biting pain on his lips, and then a large amount of spiritual energy poured in, abruptly pulling back Yan Xici's consciousness that was about to disperse.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The lungs regained air, and Yan Xici coughed so hard that he breathed in the air, and it took a while to open his eyes again.

I saw Ji Moze looking down at him from top to bottom, with a nasty smile on his lips, his left hand was holding him down, and his right hand was moving around his body.

Immediately, the fruit core was grabbed and twisted fiercely!

"Ah!" Yan Xici cried out in pain, his eyes were red, but he no longer had the strength to yell, so he could only struggle in vain.

The weak point was pinched mercilessly, the pain seemed to be torn off, Yan Xici was shaking from the pain, but he couldn't avoid the abuse.

"Beasts, things that are not as good as pigs and dogs, get lost... ah..." The cursing was mixed with painful screams, as well as indescribable low panting, whimpering and sobbing, converging into a chorus of ups and downs, which was especially obvious in the empty hall.

But that Ji Moze seemed to be ruthless by the stimulation, instead of stopping, he became more and more ruthless.Not only that, he also opened his mouth, constantly biting at various fragile places, as if he wanted to tear off a piece of meat, with such force that he penetrated into the flesh.

After a while, the skin that was originally white as jade was covered with tooth marks, the wound was bleeding, and there was not a single piece of good flesh on his body.And the laces of the underwear on his body had long been torn off, leaving it wide open for a clear view.

The author has something to say:

Master: When it comes to committing suicide, I am professional!

PS: The code doesn’t move, I’m so sleepy... Let’s make it purple first =3= (Hold the lid of the pot on your head)