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

At the moment when Duan Xiao was in a daze, Ji Jiu kicked him to the ground.

Duan Xiao was not annoyed at all, sat up and looked up at Su Muyao puzzledly, the fire in his eyes did not go out: "Master, what do you mean?"

Ji Jiu smiled sadly: "As a teacher, I want to train you well."

Duan Xiao still didn't quite understand.

At this time, Ji Jiu patted his hands lightly twice, the stone door opened, and Xin Wuran walked in carrying Wen Qing who had already had his tendon broken.

"Master, who is this person? He's so ugly." Duan Xiao turned his eyes away in disgust.

Wen Qing originally wanted to die, but Ji Jiu didn't know what to feed him. Not only could he not die, but his limbs were also weak, so he couldn't escape at all.

"Yeah, I think he's ugly even as a teacher..." Ji Jiu turned his head to look at Wen Qing, seeing the dense and horrific scars on his face, he was very happy, "If I had known it, I wouldn't have been so completely disfigured." .”

Xin Wuran was like a wooden stake, and carrying Wen Qing was like carrying a chick. His gaze roughly swept across the indoor scene, and finally fell on Duan Xiao who was focused on Su Muyao.

As Su Muyao's apprentice, Xin Wuran was the only one who was not thrown into the Wukong room for torture.

He guessed that Duan Xiao must have been used by Su Muyao as another weapon, just like Fu Liang in the past, so he repeatedly tempered and forged him.

Xin Wuran felt a little sore nose, he felt sorry for his stupid junior brother, his parents suffered from his body, hair and skin, and Duan Xiao's training here will continue, and his muscles, bones, skin and flesh will suffer inhuman pain.

Wen Qing's tears dripped from the corners of his eyes and flowed on his gully-grown bloody scars. He stared intently at Su Muyao who had brought him to this field, and said hoarsely, "You might as well kill me."

Ji Jiu stared at him and smiled coldly: "It's still useful to keep you, but when it's useless, I'll kill you without you begging me."

Wen Qing asked weakly: "What else do you want? I'm already a useless person."

Ji Jiu walked in front of him, although Wen Qing's face made him sick, but he looked at him with respect: "I want to use waste."

He hooked his hands when he turned to leave, and Xin Wuran dropped Wen Qing knowingly and followed him away. Before he left, he said to Duan Xiao: "My boy, this man is for you to play with, don't worry, he Can't die."

Duan Xiao disliked this very much, and didn't want to look at Wen Qing's face.

"Master, I want to see your ability, so don't let me down." Ji Jiu walked out of the stone gate, raised the corner of his lips, and said to Duan Xiao.

Duan Xiao kept looking at Su Muyao's face until the stone door closed.

The anger aroused by Duan Xiao's confession finally... vented on Fu Liang.

Fu Liang's limbs were locked tightly, he couldn't move much, but Ji Jiu could move, and he moved very violently.

I don't know where Ji Jiu went to eat something to strengthen...yang...invigorate...kidney. When he came in again, he looked like Te...di's upper body.

Fu Liang was tormented by him... his mind went blank.

During this period of time, Fu Liang felt that he was like a concubine who had been thrown into the cold palace, and Ji Jiu was like that foolish king who was obsessed with beauty, every time he came in, he would humiliate him without saying a word...

again and again.

The atmosphere in the air was ambiguous and sweet, and Ji Jiu said to himself while kissing: "Fu Liang, what do you think other than us are here? NPCs? They don't really exist, so you can play casually, yes Bar?"

Fu Liang: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"It's nothing, I just want to have fun and have fun." Ji Jiu smiled softly.

Fu Liang: "..."

He ominously realized that Wen Qing might be in danger now.

Thinking of Wen Qing, his heart ached like being bitten by densely packed ants.

"Hiss—" Fu Liang gasped in pain.

Not because of heartache, but because Ji Jiu actually bit his tongue while kissing.

Ji Jiu got up from him, straightened his robes and raised his eyebrows in displeasure: "When you were with me, you still thought about other people. Doesn't it feel good to have an episode of Duoqingwan?"

Fu Liang felt that the tip of his tongue was numb, so he asked straight to the point: "Wen Qing? What happened to him?"

Ji Jiu raised his palm and wanted to hit him again, but in the end he couldn't bear to drop it. He just stroked his chin gently with his fingertips, and smiled softly and sinisterly: "We are both fish...water...have been together for so long. Are you thinking of him now? You'll know later."

Fu Liang: "..."

The ominous premonition in his heart became stronger.

Ji Jiu continued: "Actually, I have been thinking about how to punish you so that I can feel comfortable."

Fu Liang: "Why do you punish me?"

Ji Jiu quibbles: "You left without saying goodbye, you kept saying you loved me, but you were thinking of other men..."

Fu Liang: "I haven't."

Ji Jiu's tone was relaxed: "It doesn't matter, we have enmity anyway, in the end it's either you die or I die... Wen Qing's existence will make your life worse than being tortured. I don't need to do anything at all, and it just so happens that I don't How dare you do it to you."

Fu Liang: "You..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Ji Jiu took the opportunity to stuff half a pill into his mouth: "This is a medicine to balance the Duoqing Pill. I don't want you to die here because you hate me."

Fu Liang: "..."

Ji Jiu put on his belt, turned and left gracefully.

Fu Liang: "What did you do to him?"

"You'll see it right away."

While speaking, Ji Jiu touched the stone wall next to the door.

The stone walls of each room in the no-empty room can be connected to each other under the action of the owner's internal force, and the scene of Duan Xiao's side immediately appears on the stone wall facing Fu Liang;

Seeing Wen Qing's miserable situation at this time, Fu Liang's eyes were about to split open, and a lot of blood mist spewed out of his mouth: "Ji Jiu, you fucking stop."

"Appreciate slowly, and I will not accompany you."

Ji Jiu snorted coldly and turned out of the stone gate.

Fu Liang cracked the shackles on his hands and feet, and his heart felt like it was about to burst.

The whites of his eyes were soaked with crazy red blood, he closed his eyes and didn't want to see the torture that Wen Qing was suffering, but his ears could still hear Wen Qing's miserable begging for help, no matter what, those painful images of Wen Qing were already in his mind Reagan was entrenched and lingering.

"Ji Jiu, just wait for me." He gritted his teeth.

At the same time, his legs fell to his knees with weakness in an instant, he hung his head, and the blood in his mouth slobbered down his lips to the floor.

As soon as Ji Jiu left the Wukong room, he saw Xin Wuran kneeling on the stone steps.

He licked the back of his teeth with the tip of his tongue puzzled: "What are you doing?"

"Master, for the sake of the loyalty of the apprentice and the younger brother to you, please forgive the younger brother." Xin Wuran kowtowed heavily, with a tear in his voice.

Ji Jiu: "Brother? You mean Duan Xiao."

He knew that Xin Wuran and Duan Xiao had a very close relationship. The "junior brother" in Xin Wuran's mouth generally refers to Duan Xiao, and the "little junior brother" in Xin Wuran's mouth refers to Fu Liang.

Ji Jiu: "He did all these things willingly for the teacher, and the teacher didn't force him at all."