nycdaug Chapter 213 Master Bai Yueguang, You Smell So Good (80)
Chapter 213 Master Bai Yueguang, You Smell So Good (80)
These words were like needles piercing my body, densely packed and dripping with blood.
Even though he was prepared, Ye Zhao's body still shook inevitably.
Isn’t what the protagonist said heartbreaking?
Fortunately, he was just here to work and act. If the scumbag himself heard this, wouldn’t he have vomited three liters of blood?
Taking a deep breath, Ye Zhao suddenly felt a little tired.
"You're right. Anyone who sees my face must die, including you." Ye Zhao was exhausted and became more determined. It might be a good idea to follow the plot.
Since someone has stolen his secondary account, he will take advantage of the situation and delete it.
"From now on, you, Hua Jingmian, are no longer a member of the Jiugong Sect, nor are you my Ye Zhao's apprentice. The bond between us as master and apprentice is like this sword."
Ye Zhao summoned the Fengyin Sword on the ground and broke it cleanly and decisively.
"Clang!"
The sword broke into three pieces and fell to the ground.
"Ye Zhao!" Seeing that the Feng Yin Sword had turned into scrap metal, Hua Jingmian's eyes were red and burning with anger.
"Hua Jingmian, I'm bored and happy to play with you. I'm waiting for you to kill me." The ice sword in Ye Zhao's hand transformed, and the tip of the sword lightly lifted his thin chin. "If you meet me, you are destined to be defeated!"
Cut this part off!
Don't broadcast it.
Hua Jingmian's face turned purple, and he was filled with shame, anger, and humiliation.
More than that, there is abandonment.
His eyes were filled with sadness, almost overflowing.
He bit his lips hard, stubbornly refusing to make a sound like a desperate beast.
"You..." Hua Jingmian swallowed the sob in his throat, but Ye Zhao did not give him the chance to speak nonsense. He raised his hand and cast a spell to knock him unconscious.
Right now, he really wasn't in the mood to argue with him.
She caught his limp body and placed it in the corner, then raised her hand to untie the ice silk that was wrapped around him, her expression uncertain.
Who is the wicked person who did this to him?
Who is the person Hua Jingmian is talking about?
The ice sword dissipated in his palm, and Ye Zhao fell into deep thought. The sudden memory in his mind just now was definitely what happened to the scumbag when he was a child.
If these are true, what exactly did the scumbag want from the beginning to the end?
What Heiyun said was half true and half false, and was far from as simple as he thought.
"System." Ye Zhao contacted it in his mind.
The system that returned from headquarters shuddered with fear. [Host...]
"Where's the black cloud?"
[It said, go travel around the world and write some erotic stories...] Seeing the cold air coming out of Ye Zhao, the system huddled up.
Ye Zhao pulled it out of his mind and grabbed its fate by the throat. "I'll give you ten years to catch it, or I'll deep-fry you."
Why give so much time? It’s because the male protagonist also needs ten years to develop.
When we meet again ten years later, that scumbag will be in excruciating pain. It makes me sad just thinking about it.
Although the plot has become a fight for love, but... isn't it a big problem?
There is no need to dig out the Fengsheng beads, just skip them, which is not bad.
The bright yellow light ball system was about to cry, but it couldn't. [Okay, okay, I'll find it, I'll find it.]
"Junior brother, come back soon." Feng Qingwu transmitted the message through the air.
Hearing this, Ye Zhao blocked Feng Qingwu and signaled it, "Block the pain for me."
"Drip drip!"
[The system has been upgraded, with 100% pain shielding.] The system was very tactful and gave it to him, even setting a time limit: this world.
Ye Zhao quickly threw away the system and flashed back to the secret room.
When Feng Qingwu had no time to cast the resurrection spell, he stabbed her heart with a dagger.
When he pulled out the dagger, he dripped the blood on it into Yu Jiuqing's chest.
Nine drops of heart blood were dripped in succession, barely keeping the master's fragile soul from dispersing.
It takes time to wake up.
After doing all this, Ye Zhao was sweating profusely, his steps were weak, and he was extremely grateful.
Feng Qingwu quickly treated him, "Junior Brother, let's find some non-vegetarian people to practice your skills with, so as to help you share the pressure, otherwise you really won't be able to hold on for too long."
Wuxia, who was wiping his sweat, nodded, obviously meaning this.
But, is it only in Buddhism that one can find such...
Ye Zhao shook his head in denial, "I can do it. As long as I can save Master, I can do anything."
Anyway, the pain is blocked, so you can create as much as you want.
However, in the original novel, Yu Jiuqing had been dead for many years and had not been resurrected. Even if he dug out all his blood to save her, it would be in vain. Even if she came back to life, the scumbag would not have much time to live. Which is more tragic, the old sending off the young, or the young sending off the old?