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

The scenery outside is beautiful and the air is fresh, and the burning clouds in the distance are endless.

"Master..." Xin Wuran continued to kowtow, "As long as it's for you, Junior Brother is willing to go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, but Master, you can't deceive his feelings."

Ji Jiu raised his eyebrows, and looked down at him meaningfully: "Oh? Raise your head and speak, since when did you cheat his feelings as a teacher?"

Xin Wuran straightened her upper body obediently, and looked up at Ji Jiu: "Master, this disciple is stupid, but I can see that you don't have the slightest intention of love for the younger brother, but the younger brother can't see through it. Your words, your eyes , he can go crazy for it, thinking it is your response to him, that's why he is willing to be tortured like a thousand swords."

"That's what he asked for, didn't he?" Ji Jiu responded coldly, "He has committed many crimes regardless of his superiority or inferiority. Being a teacher is just to teach him some lessons. As for what he likes to think, that's his business." , He is willing to be my puppet, and I am willing to sharpen him, and we are in another level of mutual affection, so don't worry about it."

After he finished speaking, he walked past Xin Wuran with a flick of his sleeves.

"Another idiot trapped in love."

Ji Jiu raised one corner of his lips, thinking with disdain.

Xin Wuran nodded and looked at the floor tiles under her knees, her hands hanging by her sides were tightly clenched into fists.

He said in a high-sounding manner that "no distinction is made between superiority and inferiority" and "the lower ones offend the superior", but he clearly saw Su Muyao's extraordinary feelings for Fu Liang. When Su Muyao passed by him just now, he also keenly smelled the smell stirred up by the breeze It's the smell of Su Muyao and Fu Lianggou...combined, thick, ambiguous and flamboyant.

The wind at the beginning of night messed up the hair on his forehead, and Xin Wuran's anger was blown away a lot. He is just a disciple of Xingyao Palace, and his natural mission is to obey Su Muyao and be loyal to him Geng Geng said he would obey.

Even if he feels sorry for what happened to Duan Xiao, he can't change his situation, just like Su Muyao said, it was Duan Xiao's voluntary, and he never forced him.

Xin Wuran stood up helplessly propped up on her thighs, walked down two steps and looked back at the mysterious empty room under the night, which looked like a tomb, and continued to leave with a barely traceable sigh, the tears in the corners of her eyes were quickly covered by Ye Weathered in the air.

Duan Xiao's body has suffered a lot in order to match the heart of Xuerui, because it is too weak, so it is inconvenient to exercise continuously. Fortunately, Wen Qing is like a salted fish dying, and has no strength to struggle.

Su Muyao's order is more effective to him than the imperial decree. For Su Muyao, even if he is exhausted? People? Death? He will not hesitate. During the three days when Su Muyao is not around, he still obediently spends his time here as usual. In the poison formation, soak for about six hours a day, and the rest of the time is spent playing Wenqing to your heart's content, looking for stimulation with him, or sleeping beautifully after being comfortable.

Fu Liang fell to the ground weakly, the shackles on his body still made clear sounds because of his movements, he closed his eyes and did not want to see the picture that Ji Jiu deliberately showed him, but his hands bound by the shackles could not block his ears, Wen Qing's voice continued to drill into his ears.

Even if Wen Qing stopped, those voices were still circulating in his mind endlessly.

Apart from Wen Qing's voice, what drove him crazy day and night was Duan Xiao's murmur of breathing.

Duan Xiao couldn't bear to look at Wen Qing's face, so he just tore off a piece of cloth to cover his ugliness, and then imagined him as Su Muyao's substitute, calling "Master" softly in his mouth. Words, in Huan... Yu... Ding Feng couldn't help shouting the name "Su Muyao".

Fu Liang was so disturbed that the meridians all over his body were about to burst, especially the blue veins on his forehead and back of his hands.

Ever since Ji Jiu tortured him with what happened to Wen Qing, the amorous pill in his body has flared up day and night, and the pain has left him in a trance. Only Wen Qing's wailing and Duan Xiao's violent and passionate shouts are the clearest.

The familiar scent of sandalwood came in, Fu Liang curled his lower lip coldly, he knew that Ji Jiu had come again, but he didn't know how long it had been since Ji Jiu left at this moment.

Ji Jiu's gaze fell on the pools of blood beside Fu Liang for the first time, and his brows frowned uncomfortably. He was still holding Wen Qing, who was tortured to death, in his left hand.

Fu Liang gently opened his eyelids, and immediately shed two lines of tears when he saw Wen Qing, and his gaze was no longer on Ji Jiu.

Wen Qing's wounds all over his body were in pain, he wanted to smile at Fu Liang, but he couldn't, his face was too ugly now, it would only make people sick.

"Wen Qing..." Fu Liang lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing him.

Wen Qing deliberately turned his head not to look at him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Ah Liang, please, don't look at me."

Fu Liang choked up a few times, then looked up at Ji Jiu, and asked sharply, "How can you let him go?"

"Did you feel distressed?" Ji Jiu asked coldly, looking down at him like sharp knives.

Fu Liang swallowed his saliva and did not answer.

Ji Jiu sneered, thinking that he asked knowingly: "Fu Liang, how can I let him go? Shouldn't you know it well? Of course it is when he exerts the greatest effect."

Fu Liang's eyelids twitched, his cheeks were pale, and his voice trembled: "What do you mean?"

"I said I would make you hate me, have you forgotten?" Ji Jiu said confidently, "This man in my hand is the most important bargaining chip for you to hate me."

Fu Liang: "You have done it now."

"Yeah, I've already done it..." Ji Jiu's words sounded like he was talking to himself, he turned his head to look at Wen Qing's bruised and pus-filled face, "Then I'll be kind, you say OK?"

Fu Liang's nerves shivered: "What else do you want to do?"

Ji Jiu: "Do you want me to let him go?"

Fu Liang thought that if Wen Qing could return to Beidouxuan, maybe that face could be saved, at least his life could be saved, but that would inevitably lead to a confrontation between Beidouxuan and Xingyao Palace. With Ji Jiu's character, he probably wouldn't Get yourself in trouble.

Therefore, Ji Jiu's so-called "kindness" is only...

Fu Liang felt cold all over, even though he already knew Ji Jiu's answer, he still replied: "I hope you can let him go."

Ji Jiu sneered, he suppressed his nausea, and gently approached Wen Qing's ear with his thin lips, and asked softly: "What about you? Do you want me to let you go? But I won't send you back to Beidouxuan, I will just throw you outside the gate of Xingyao Palace, now that you have lost all your martial arts, how can you go back safely?"

"Don't talk nonsense, just kill me, I don't want to live anymore." Wen Qing replied contemptuously.

Fu Liang shook his head weakly: "No."

"Ah Liang, I wanted to die when I was in Fengzhulin. From the time I met Xin Wuran, every moment of the following days was a purgatory for me. I couldn't stand this scarred face full of abscesses anymore. , and this broken body... I am in pain, do you know?" Wen Qing cried softly, making an unpleasant "sob" sound.

He has been tortured by Duan Xiao these days until his voice is almost broken.

Fu Liang cried and nodded: "I know, I know, I will save you..."

Wen Qing smiled helplessly, and silently begged Ji Jiu: "Kill me, right now."