Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Wen Qing knelt on the cliff with tears streaming down his face, as soon as the useless scholar finished speaking, a white silk wrapped around his waist quickly.

"Ah!" Wen Qing exclaimed.

Fu Liang turned around in time to grab Wen Qing's wrist, but suddenly a flying knife flashed out from the inside of the white silk wrapped around Wen Qing's waist. The strands of his temple hair, and then returned to its owner.

Fu Liang: "..."

Wen Qing was strangled by Xin Wuran at this moment, and looked at Fu Liang with fear in his eyes.

Xin Wuran played with the flying knife just now with his right hand, the blade of the flying knife lightly touched Wen Qing's cheek, and Wen Qing's face was trembling.

"Eldest brother, let him go." Fu Liang looked straight at Xin Wuran, and his tone could not refuse.

Xin Wuran smiled lightly and said, "Junior Junior Brother, this is not up to you, you should understand that I have a task to do on this trip."

"He asked you to do this?" Fu Liang narrowed his eyes slightly, guessing that it was Ji Jiu's order.

Xin Wuran was a little puzzled. Everyone in Xingyao Palace respected Su Muyao. The three of their disciples also called him "Master" outside, but now Fu Liang called him "he". Intuition that there is a deep contradiction between the two.

"Hmm..." Xin Wuran nodded, "Junior Brother, if you have misunderstood Master, it is also an internal matter of our sect, why don't you go back to Xingyao Palace with me first?"

"I just escaped from Xingyao Palace, how could I go back..." Fu Liang couldn't help sneering, "Eldest brother may not know that the relationship between Su Muyao and me is not a misunderstanding, but a hatred for the annihilation of the clan."

Xin Wuran understood instantly, but his left hand still held Wen Qing tightly, thought for a while and said, "Since this is the case, there is nothing Elder Brother can do. I have to follow the task of Master."

Fu Liang's heart beat faster, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously: "What task did he arrange for you? Senior brother, you should know that you can't beat me, and you can't take me away, so... let him go?"

"Are you worried about him?" Xin Wuran raised his eyebrows, keenly aware.

Wen Qing looked at Fu Liang nervously, but Fu Liang said: "No, I'm not worried about him, but I don't want my friend to be hurt either."

Wen Qing's eyes dimmed with despair, and his heart was completely broken.

"Junior brother, even if I am not your opponent, I must not disobey Master's order, so..."

Xin Wuran's throwing knife touched Wen Qing's cheek, "Your friend will definitely get hurt in front of you."

Fu Liang frowned, he watched Xin Wuran's flying knife cut Wen Qing's delicate face, and stopped him in shock: "Stop."

He raised his sword and flew towards Xin Wuran, but at this moment the Passionate Pill in his body exploded, and he fell heavily to the ground when he was ten steps away from Xin Wuran, clutching his chest tightly and spraying blood.

Xin Wuran understood: "No wonder the master wants me to fight this man in front of you. So the master gave you medicine to restrain you? You still care about him."

Wen Qing was sobbing in pain, blood and tears mixed on his face, but he felt more comforted because of Fu Liang's concern: "Ah Liang, don't worry about me, you go, it's important to find a useless scholar."

Fu Liang gritted his teeth and glared at Xin Wuran, his eyes were blood red and ruthless, threatening each word: "Let go, let him go."

Xin Wuran glanced at his eyes lightly, and then forcefully drew a bloodstain on Wen Qing's face. Two terrifying bloodstains intersected, and half of his face was covered in blood, but this was far from enough...at least for Su For Mu Yao, it was just a drizzle.

He continued to wrap the white silk around Wen Qing's waist, and then threw him a little far away. Wen Qing's limbs were bound by the white silk to form a "big" character, and the other end of the white silk was tied to the green bamboo, The Wind Bamboo Forest provided Xin Wuran with natural conditions.

"What else do you want?"

Fu Liang struggled to speak, the fishy sweetness welling up in his heart was stuck in his throat.

Xin Wuran threw the flying knife casually, and the flying knife rushed towards Wen Qing's face as if it had eyes. Under Xin Wuran's manipulation, he scratched his face to his heart's content.

Fu Liang: "..."

The more worried he was about Wen Qing, the more severe the Duoqing Wan would be, and the longer it would last. What's more, he was not only worried about Wen Qing, but hated Ji Jiu for treating his friend so cruelly.

"Brother, I'll go back with you, let him go."

Fu Liang begged weakly, his heart ached like a knife.

He thought he could successfully rescue Wen Qing from Xin Wuran, but he knew that Ji Jiu was superior and let Xin Wuran deliberately stimulate the amorous pill in his body to erupt.

Fu Liang is now being tortured to the point of death, with cold sweat all over his face, how can he save Wen Qing?

"Calm, calm, calm."

Fu Liang clenched his fists and forced his heart to be calm. If he wanted to escape from Xin Wuran's eyes, he had to have no distracting thoughts.

His consciousness was wandering on the boundary between fuzzy and clear again, he deliberately blocked Wen Qing's miserable screams, his facial features tensed to suppress all emotions.

However, just as the effect of the Duoqing Pill in his body was about to wear off, Wen Qing's excruciatingly painful wailing woke him up instantly, and he raised his head to look at Wen Qing, his jaw was about to split open, and the protruding veins on his forehead seemed to burst out.

Wen Qing's face has been disfigured by the flying knife, the whole face is bloody and bloody, and what's even worse is that the flying knife turned to Wen Qing's crotch under Xin Wuran's instructions, and at this moment, the place is even more bloody.

Fu Liang was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood, glared at Xin Wuran and said bitterly, "Why did you humiliate him like this?"

Xin Wuran glanced at Wen Qing's tragic situation and immediately looked away, sighing: "Master's order is hard to break."

"Ji, Jiu."

Fu Liang called out the name through gritted teeth, and the nails of his right hand were deeply embedded in the soil.

Xin Wuran frowned slightly, he couldn't understand the meaning of the word Fu Liang in time, so he just said lightly: "Now, I will bring you and him back to Xingyao Palace."

Wen Qing, who was in pain, was wrapped into a rice dumpling by Xin Wuran's white silk, and the blood under his body dyed the white silk into sticky bright red.

Xin Wuran held Wen Qing in his left hand, and when he was about to approach Fu Liang flutteringly in white, he was bounced away by the sudden and violent power of the Heart of Blood Core. He had to retreat several feet away to avoid being hurt by the weird red light.

The extreme guilt for Wen Qing and hatred for Ji Jiu made Fu Liang feel as if the sharpest knife had been inserted into Fu Liang's heart, and the person holding the handle of the knife was Ji Jiu. Ji Jiu used the knife to stab his heart repeatedly. Twisted and stabbed, as if to chop his heart into meat paste.

Xin Wuran didn't dare to get close to Fu Liang for the time being. He watched Fu Liang lying motionless on the ground, but the heart of blood core on his cheek was glowing red, and Fu Liang raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were cloudy The color of blood made him feel a bit chilly.

Fu Liang tried to use the power of the heart of blood core to compete with the Duoqing pill in his body, just like when he was tortured by Su Muyao's various poisons when he was a child.

However, Ji Jiu's Duoqing Wan is different, the heartache will only disappear when the heart is calm, and the more emotional the more the pain will be more severe.

Sure enough, the power of the Heart of Blood Core was backlashed, and Fu Liang's Qi and blood surged up, and a big mouthful of blood seemed to take away his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

At this time, Fu Liang noticed the useless scholar hidden in the bamboo forest from the corner of his eye...