Chapter 682

The red and black whip shadow swept over the body of the white cat. The white cat couldn't see any scars, but it turned over with a low voice!

Ning Xuemo gets to know again after this. The tools of love are specially for the soul. She draws the soul, not the white cat!

The soul was so painful that it almost cracked. Ning Xuemo trembled slightly on the ground, but laughed loudly: "old woman, you are so angry! Hahaha! "

Ye qingluan: "..."

Usually she went down with such a whip, and even the tricky soul obeyed her and knelt down to beg for mercy.

I didn't expect that when Ning Xuemo, who thought that he was the most clever, became angry, he was so angry that he didn't deserve his life!

"I see you talk hard!" Ye qingluan was so angry that he whipped one whip after another!

The white cat kept rolling on the ground.

It hurts! It hurts like a tear!

Ning Xuemo feels like he's going to be whipped to pieces by the whip. His soul can't support him any more. He cracks slowly

Is this going to die completely?

The vague thought flashed through her mind.

Since she came to this world, she has been trying to live. No matter what happens, she has never given up the chance to live and wants to live.

But now, she yearns to die

Eager to be spirited out immediately, ignorant

She used to rely on the spirit of unyielding support, now the spirit is also in the collapse.

As soon as the vitality is released, the spirits that were originally well combined can no longer be gathered and begin to float out one by one

"Can't stand it? This is about giving up? We haven't had enough fun! " When ye qingluan's sleeves were raised, a light green light caught the white cat

Once again, the slowly escaping souls are forced to close together.

Ning Xuemo feels as if she is forced to twist her body, and then she gets together.

Hands and feet are no longer in the original position, all joints have been misplaced. The place with the long hand is put on the feet, and the place with the long neck is forced on the head

It felt unspeakable horror and unspeakable pain.

She is still a girl. She has never suffered such pain in her life. She is in a daze and screams loudly by instinct

She is in the cat's body, and her voice is naturally bleak. Her voice is bleak and shocking

But ye qingluan finally smiled contentedly, picked her up and went to the tripod: "it's better for you to fry from the oil pan like this Don't worry, the oil in it is the oil of Yin world. It will only blow up your soul and won't hurt my baby cat... "

It is the most severe punishment for the soul to put the soul in the oil pot.

She believed that after frying the audacious little girl in the oil pan, she would almost annihilate her soul.

After chasing her for a long time, I was so tired that I had to ask my disciple to find a fresh soul to replace Ning Xuemo and enter the cat to live

Then she can go to have a rest after she has disposed of Ning Xuemo.

Her eyes flashed over her years of painstaking collection Hold your hand in hate!

She was about to throw Ning Xuemo into the oil Ding, when the door of the hall was opened with a bang, a disciple rushed in: "master, Emperor Zun Here comes the Emperor... "

"What What?! " Ye qingluan's heart is like being hit by a big hammer, and the white cat in his hand falls to the ground.

Her master is here?! Her master is here?! How How is that possible?