mtlumby2d Chapter 473: Pain
Chapter 473: Pain
Just as he finished speaking, a person leaned silently at the end of the dazzling white passage.
She is tall and slender, with a plain complexion and a profound temperament.
She tilted her head, and her eyes seemed to pass by the light of the lighting beside her face, shining at her, calm and sharp, captivating the soul.
It was the sword master and president, Wen Chaoxi, who could not be contacted.
Such a rough and direct style of doing things is indeed like the rumors about her.
Wen Chaoxi looked at Zhu Jiu in surprise, and asked inquiringly, "You are not unconscious?"
Zhu Jiu smiled, but his tone was cold, "When you say that, it's as if you deliberately knocked us out."
Wen Chaoxi looked at her twice with a slightly deeper look in his eyes, "It seems that you are more sober than everyone else."
She walked steadily towards Zhu Jiu with her long legs. The sound of her unobstructed footsteps echoed in the passage. A faint aura of majesty began to rise immediately, and as she approached, it heated up and approached Zhu Jiu.
"Meng Lao said that you are different from ordinary people. Your spiritual sea is as solid as a rock and difficult to penetrate."
"It's more stable than Chu Yi's sea of consciousness... but you said you are an unknown subordinate of Ji Ling, Zhen Youqian? Zhen Youqian is only a hundred years old, and there is no such genius in the Imperial Academy."
"Besides, I don't think that Yue Shangxian is a good rabbit that would eat pig grass."
"Tell me, who are you?"
There is no sound of footsteps when a master walks, but Wen Chaoxi made both noises when he appeared. This is a kind of psychological oppression and intimidation.
She is an extremely confident person.
Zhu Jiu thought that your whole family was just pigweed, and she was a sunflower standing tall.
"Zhen Youqian is me. I am Zhen Youqian. If I have this unparalleled ability that makes you and Mr. Meng unable to see my true identity, then why am I wasting my time here?"
Wen Chaoxi fixed his cold gaze on Zhu Jiu's calm and composed face. He chuckled softly, very coldly.
Everything in this world can be covered up, but the fear of the strong will definitely leave clues.
But Zhen has no money.
Her eyebrows gradually turned cold as she said, "It's not surprising. If you were a Taoist friend in the Heavenly Fate Stage, it would be normal for you to be able to do this."
"It seems that if I want you to tell me your purpose, I need to reveal the face under the mask first."
The words became colder and colder, and a strong murderous intent enveloped the area.
Zhu Jiu's expression changed, not because of what Wen Chaoxi said, but because damn it, she actually took action!
It was so fast and fierce, he was trying to kill her!
It's beyond the realm of power. The body has just reached the stage of spiritual transformation. Only when the spirit is out of the body can it be defeated head-on.
To fight or not to fight?
If she fights, it will definitely be revealed that she is the ghost from Ji Ling. If Wen Chaoxi contacts Wen Ren Se Jue and others again, her identity will most likely be exposed, attracting attention from all parties, and her actions will be hindered.
No fighting... nothing will happen.
Wen Chaoxi is an exploiter of the demons, but a savior to the human race. She is full of compassion and responsibility. No matter how you consider it, she will not rashly kill her just for spying on her identity.
Wen Chaoxi was just testing her on-the-spot reaction, because a strong person would subconsciously resist in a critical moment when he had no time to think, especially when facing a master with such style as Wen Chaoxi.
At the moment when the sharp sword was stabbing at his chest, Zhu Jiu was still thinking calmly, with thoughts flashing through his mind. After he made up his mind, he was terrified and used his internal energy to dodge, using Ji Ling's famous footwork and even exploded more than ten protective talismans.
Then he tried his best and exhausted all his tricks but failed. Three of his holy protective spiritual weapons were scrapped, and finally the cold white blade pierced his heart. The long sword was halfway penetrated, and the tip of the sword pressed against the wall, leaving a pale dent.
Zhu Jiu seemed to be nailed to the wall.
The fierce and bloody scene finally calmed down, the smell of blood filled the air, and blood dripped down the blade -
The Baopu Qingfeng sword passed through Zhu Jiu's heart slightly. Any deviation would be fatal.
My god, you have such a precise grasp of this. You must have killed a lot of lives, right?
Zhu Jiu cursed madly in his heart, cursing Wen Chaoxi's nine generations of ancestors, because the remaining nine generations were taken over by the Star God.
She really didn't expect that this guy was so tricky!
Yue Shangshuang's physique was three times more sensitive to pain, so it was no surprise that Zhu Jiu's face turned pale, and he frowned in pain, looking at Wen Chaoxi in astonishment and panic, with tears in his black and white eyes, trembling in the corners of his eyes, about to fall.
Even if it wasn't Yue Shangshuang's naturally delicate face, it still made people feel sorry for her.
Wen Chaoxi's gaze lingered on Zhu Jiu's face, his eyes were three parts cold, one part pity, and six parts deep and boundless exploration.
"Does it hurt?" she asked calmly.
Zhu Jiu pursed his lips due to the bitter taste in his nose. When he opened his mouth, a continuous trembling sound came out of his throat, "It hurts."
The mist in my eyes gathered more and more.
Anyone who comes here will feel heartbroken.
Wen Chaoxi's eyes darkened slightly. He exerted force with his hands, and with a "swish", the sword blade pierced into the wall.
In other words, Zhu Jiu was pierced again by the other half of the sword blade close to the hilt and nailed into the wall.
Now she was in close contact with the wall.
The mist in Zhu Jiu's eyes finally condensed into beads and dripped down, hitting Wen Chaoxi's sword-holding hand and shattered into flowers.
"It hurts more this way." Wen Chaoxi gently pressed his shoulder with his left hand, and finally held Zhu Jiu's chin.
The hands covered with thin calluses were a little rough, the fingers were slender and strong, and the fingertips pressed against her earlobe.
With a little force, the soft cheeks sank into two dimples.
Zhu Jiu's pupils, full of ripples, trembled, and he suddenly raised his hand to grab Wen Chaoxi's wrist to stop her from continuing to exert force.
Wen Chaoxi stopped this deliberate humiliation and stared at her with his eyes downcast, wanting to see how this extremely patient person in the Destiny Stage would resist and what her purpose was.
However, the other person's mouth opened slightly due to being pinched, and he uttered a few words with gritted teeth and trembling voice.
"Wen Chaoxi, I'm going to fuck your brother."
Wen Chaoxi: “…”
Her expression paused.
"Wen Chaoxi, if you don't kill me today, you'll be beaten by me in the future!"
Zhu Jiu was really angry, and what she said was really serious.
She swore that after she finished dealing with Jiuqu Shuozhou, the first thing she would do was to beat Wen Chaoxi up! ! !
However, her red eyes betrayed her perfectly, revealing her fragile stubbornness.
Damn it, how come her tear glands are still incontinent? She really didn't want to cry, what a lunatic! Fortunately, she was able to control herself, and only shed that one drop, and it was fine as long as no one saw it.
Hearing about the morning and evening is not considered a human being.
Wen Chaoxi, who was threatened, looked at Zhu Jiu dimly, not taking it seriously at all, and snorted and laughed, "The little boy is so cute."
Then he drew the sword out without mercy, as if pulling it out from a pig, and blood gushed out in large gushes.
Zhu Jiu quickly covered it up to prevent the other party from noticing the wound that was healing quickly.
When she lowered her head, a dark light flashed across her eyes. The other party believed her for the time being.
"Eat it, you look so pitiful." Wen Chaoxi threw her a bottle of holy product, Blood-Healing Pill.
Damn, who caused this?
Zhu Jiu didn't even look at it and poured it all into his mouth.
"What if it's a poison pill?" Wen Chaoxi looked at Zhu Jiu in confusion. She didn't expect that the other party would believe her so much after being stabbed just now.
Zhu Jiu had no expression on his face. "Then poison me to death."
She was expecting it to be a poison pill.
After he died, he had a reason to leave his body and kill Wen Chaoxi! !
Wen Chaoxi now understood that Zhen Youqian might be that rare type of person who is not afraid of power and is not afraid of life and death.
She kind of likes it.
Ji Ling really doesn't deserve to have such an outstanding subordinate.
With admiration in her eyes, she said to Zhu Jiu, "Why don't you betray that young man Ling Yuanlong and follow me? I can give you more."
"Can you give me a sword?" Zhu Jiu sneered, showing how deep his resentment was.
Wen Chaoxi sighed and said, "A cultivator should be broad-minded and not be petty. No friendship without fighting."
Zhu Jiu spat.
Wen Chaoxi said again: "Come to my place, I will let you be the Second Sword Master, and I will also keep the position of the First Sword Master for you."
Why does everyone want to win her over?
Zhu Jiu raised his eyelids, "What about the original Jian Er?"
"Resign to Sword Three." Wen Chaoxi paused, glanced at the waxing moon, and said as a matter of course: "Or be your lover. Don't you like good-looking ones? Sword Two is also top-notch in appearance, so I can whet your appetite."
Zhu Jiu: “……?”
Jian Er, who had just broken free from his restraints and woke up with his indomitable will and loyalty to the sword master, said: "???"
If I had known this earlier, I would have directly usurped the throne in the sea of consciousness instead of doing all this nonsense.
Zhu Jiu glanced at Jian Er and saw sparks in the other's eyes.
Chao, this woman Wen Chaoxi made her enemies!
Zhu Jiu sternly refused, "No, I only have Yueyue in my heart, and I have no feelings for others. Don't try to force a man into my heart to mess with my mind."
Just after she finished saying this, she saw Chu Yi, Wenren Sejue, and Yue Shangxian who had just woken up, all looking at her with deep eyes.
Zhu Jiu: “…”
I always feel like something is weird.
"Is that so?" Wen Chaoxi did not force it and said, "How about Bu Jinglian? She is a good cook."
Zhu Jiu turned his head and was met with the latter's dark gaze.
Zhu Jiu: “…”
Awesome, wake them all up one by one. If you are so good at stepping, you must have been a street dancer and rapper in your previous life.
Zhu Jiu then asked, "You want to get rid of me with just this little bit of benefit?"
"Then what do you want?"
"I want to be the president." Zhu Jiu said with ease the words that he had used to dissuade Ling Yuanlong from leaving.
It's so funny. The most effective way to reject a woman is to take away her power.
But she miscalculated.
Wen Chaoxi handed her a silver bone token and said, "Here you go."
Looking at her slightly relaxed demeanor, it's clear that she's sincere and has long wanted to retire and enjoy her old age.
Zhu Jiu: “…”
Demon Hunter: “……?”
Just sell them for zero dollars, right?
Jian Er: Then what am I to say after all these years of trying to please her and hoping that she would value me and pass on the throne to me?
Jiann: Thank you for your hard work.
The opportunity to "get something for nothing" that all demon cultivators dream of is right before their eyes. Isn't this a joke?
It was indeed just a joke, but the object of the joke was a bit too big.