Chapter 681

Sure enough, it's better to ask for yourself than others.

It's better to count on others than yourself

Because ye Feng has been running in circles to avoid ye qingluan's pursuit, the place where they were caught is not far from the headquarters of the Baiming religion.

Ye qingluan rides the green Luan bird and carries the dying cat, carrying Ye Feng, but he returns to her old place in less than half an hour.

Of course, along the way she did not let Ning Xuemo better.

As long as you see that she's a little bit sober, you start to toss her.

Her technique is really powerful. It can not damage the body of the white cat, but also make the soul of Ning Xuemo toss. Let her just be flooded, the feeling of suffering hasn't disappeared, and begin to taste the taste of almost being blown apart by the hurricane

Every time her soul couldn't bear to fall apart, ye qingluan tried to get her together again.

After a little stability, continue to toss her.

Ning Xuemo finally knows that it's so hard to die!

I finally know that there are such punishments in the world

"Little girl, it seems that you don't know the height of the earth. I will let you study hard!" Ning Xue Mo half fainted and half lost when he heard ye qingluan's saying.

The voice is as cool and noble as she usually is, but the words she uttered are bloodthirsty and cruel

Ning Xuemo is in a trance and does not fall in price to return to her: "old woman, aunt to wait and see!"

With that said, it was carried to cool the wind again and continued to taste the hurricane split body

……

Ning Xuemo is a little sober again. He opens his eyes and finds himself in a big hall.

Her eyes turned slowly, and she recognized that this hall was a partial Hall of Ye qingluan.

There are not many things in the temple.

But every one looks strange.

There are red and black whip, light blue nail board, and even a guillotine

The most conspicuous one is the big tripod in the middle of the main hall. There is a light blue flame burning under the tripod, and boiling oil rolling inside the tripod.

Here is like a torture house. The only difference between here and other places is that the implements of torture in other places actually exist, while the implements in this place seem to be empty.

All shrouded in a layer of light blue, like silhouettes

"Little girl, how dare you! How dare you provoke me! I'm still very kind to you. If you don't taste these punishments, you will be lawless... "

Ye qingluan lifted up Ning Xuemo, looked into his eyes, and smiled softly: "you say, which one would you like to taste first? Have you heard of the 18th floor hell? Go to daoshan, go to the oil pot, and roll the knife in half Or try the scourge first? "

After a round of flooding and several rounds of wind breaking, her mind was already dim, even ye qingluan's words she didn't hear very clearly. I can only hear 18 layers of hell

Her eyes were fixed on the whip for a moment.

This motherfucker wants to whip her?

Ha ha, she is not afraid to suck her baby cat?

She smiled in a trance. When she was in despair, she didn't lose the battle: "no one wants a bitch, just put your horse here Look, I'm afraid of you! "

"Bastard!" As soon as ye qingluan's face changed, she was stimulated by this unworthy bitch,

she threw Ning Xuemo to the ground, with a red and black whip in her hand, and a whip went to Ning Xuemo!