In the cold and ruthless Shura Hell!
A white-clad Jiang Yuyan lay on the hard cold ground, and her beautiful and unparalleled little face hung with crystal clear teardrops. Under the refraction of the faint fire, she glowed with colorful light.
“Jiang Yuyan, you are so brave, you even poisoned Meng Po Tang!”
The man’s narrow Phoenix eyes were narrowed, and the bones of the eyes were sternly chilled, and a bowl of hot soup was poured directly on her.
The soup touched her body, and a black poisonous smoke was emitted instantly, burning a large hole in the clothes on her back, exposing a large area of delicate white skin.
“Xiu Yao, I didn’t really poison Meng Po Tang!”
Regardless of the pain coming from the back, Jiang Yuyan grasped Ye Xiuyao’s hem tightly and tightly with his weak, boneless hands, and the fine sweat beads leaked from her forehead.
Ye Xiuyao gave a sneer, and his demon-like face was hung with a layer of frost. The fire of the Shura Temple illuminated his black black clothes, but he could not shine into his deep eyes, only people felt that It’s even colder than this Shura Hall.
With a wave of his sleeve, he pulled the corner of the hem out of Jiang Yuyan’s Saitama, then glanced at the judge behind him.
The judge immediately knew, and handed a thin bamboo handle with both hands.
With a “snap”, Ye Xiuyao smacked a thin bamboo cymbal against Jiang Yuyan’s delicate back. The sound was low, but the wound was thin and deep like a knife.
After a while, the fine blood droplets leaked out of her beaten traces, hurting her small face with white hair, but she just squeezed her lips tightly, endured the pain silently, and refused to send a trace sound.
Meng Po Tang is a soup medicine that makes people forget the past life when they are transferred to the six reincarnations. Among them, the most taboo is that the brewer moved the true feelings. Once the affection is added, Meng Po Tang will become a poison that is hopeless. The soul immediately passed through the intestine and died.
Therefore, Mengpo of all ages was an artifact without a heart.
She did not poison Meng Po Tang, she just fell in love with someone, and she fell in love with him since he gave her a heart.
“Papapa” was another thrash.
Only a short time later, Jiang Yuyan’s snow-white back was covered with thin traces. The traces of the traces had swelled up. After a long time, the fine blood droplets leaked from her delicate back, slowly Dyed her snow-white back red.
Jiang Yuyan’s weak body shook slightly because of the pain.
She looked helplessly at the man in front of her. She knew that to him, she was just a tool for making Meng Po Tang.
But for her, this man is the one she has silently loved for 300 years.
“Xiu Yao!”
A crisp, sweet voice like a copper bell emanated from her throat. She raised a slightly pale face and looked up along Ye Xiuyao’s feet.
The hard and cold lines outline his profound features, and the spirit of annihilation is ancient, especially those eyes, as if always covered with a layer of mist, covering the ice of the ancient well.
She climbed forward two steps hard, dragging the man’s hem of the hem of his clothes to get up. At this moment, she just wanted to hug the man and use his body to melt away the coldness around him.
Before she got up, she heard a “bang!”
She felt a pain in her lower abdomen and then flew out.
Ye Xiuyao’s kick was very strong. She flew out dozens of meters, and stopped when she hit the torture rack behind her.
A spit of blood spurted from her throat, and before she could take a sigh of relief, Ye Xiuyao strode towards her.
His bony fingers pinched her chin fiercely, forcing her to raise her head to face his eyes.
