Chapter 38 The Ultimate Beauty is Sin



In the hall, Wen Shili looked around coldly, frowned, and said, "It's just a trivial plan."

In an instant, tens of thousands of tiny ice blades rose up behind him and then flew into the hall, but none of them hurt the monks. Instead, they all stabbed the insects and poisonous snakes.

In an instant, all the poisonous snakes in the hall were turned into powder and annihilated.

The dragon's magic was completely broken, and Jieyou took a few steps back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"My poisonous snake! You are so good!" There was a fierce light in Jieyou's eyes. He laughed coldly a few times: "Since you killed them, you will be buried with them, hahahahahaha..."

When Jiang Niannian saw his expression, she thought: Damn it!

As Jieyou spoke, his fingers began to change. His nails became pointed and sharp as knives. He drew a long bloody mark on his arm. The blood dripped onto the ground and was beating as if it had life. His handsome face was stained with many blood spots, making him look eerie and weird.

"What's wrong with him?" Many monks took a few steps back in fear when they saw Jieyou's ferocious face.

Rustle, rustle...

The sound of blood rubbing against the ground was amplified exponentially in the hall, and bright red lines of blood extended out like a surging tide, rushing towards the crowd.

A bright red light wrapped around a person's legs, and a "crunch, crunch" chewing sound was heard.

"My leg! Ahhhhh my leg!" the man screamed, and everyone looked, only to see that there was no flesh and blood on the leg, only a pile of bones.

"Yes, it's the corpse-covered snake!"

"Is he crazy?!"

"Mad! What a madman!"

Many people were entangled by the red thread, and were eaten to a bloody mess, dying. Jiang Niannian dodged and thought to herself, "This Jieyou's madness has really relapsed."

"Brother Jiejiao, don't!" Tang Murou buried her face in Jiejiao's back, wrapped her arms around his waist, and cried.

"Brother Jiejiao, please stop and don't hurt innocent people anymore!"

"Brother Jiejiao..."

Jie Xie's body paused, his face pale as he slowly closed his eyes. He regained his consciousness and seemed to have regained some clarity of mind.

He put his trembling hands on Tang Murou's face: "Murou, I'm sorry, I messed up again..."

"No, Brother Jiejiao, you did a great job. It was Rouer who was wrong. I shouldn't have encouraged you to let the Demon Lord go with me. I'm sorry..."

"Mu Rou, I...Poof!!!" Jie Yi Muran widened his eyes, he looked down and saw a cold snow sword hitting him right in the center.

"He killed dozens of my sect's disciples, he deserves to be killed." Wen Shili retracted his sword, stood with his hands behind his back, and stood coldly in the hall, like ice that would take ten thousand years to melt.

In his eyes, rules are rules, and those who break them will be punished. Taking human life lightly is a disaster, and disasters should be eliminated.

Tang Murou wailed in pain: "Brother Jiejiao!!!"

Blood bloomed on his white underwear, and he fell straight down with a relieved smile on his face: "My ridiculous life is finally over..."

Tang Murou hugged Jie Jiao and burst into tears. It was all her fault. If it weren't for her, Jie Jiao wouldn't have died.

Over the past twenty years, the precognitive dream has brought her countless benefits and opportunities, but for the first time she began to doubt whether following the instructions of the precognitive dream was really the right choice?

Jiang Niannian looked at the blood-soaked Jieyou in Tang Murou's arms and closed her eyes with some reluctance.

Jieyou's family has been practicing the art of fighting dragons for generations, but by his generation, the dragon clan had gradually weakened.

Some people are lucky, like Tang Murou, who can easily gain the favor of the world with a face like a fairy. Some people are miserable, like Jie Jiao, who was planted with a happy dragon by his biological father since he was a child because of his too beautiful appearance. The dragon was given to rich and powerful monks to play with in order to gain financial and material resources and strengthen the dragon clan.

In Jieyou's case, beauty became the cause of his lifelong suffering.

He worked hard and finally broke free from the control of the Hehuan Dragon, killed his father and became the new Dragon King. However, due to the shadow of his past, he was psychologically distorted and often went crazy.

When he was about to end his miserable life and commit suicide, Tang Murou saved him...

"Niannian." Her hands were covered by a pair of somewhat cold palms. Jiang Niannian turned around and saw that it was Yin Buqi.

"Rou Rou..." Tang Xuanye stood aside, a rare look of sadness on his face.

Wen Shili looked down at all this and said coldly, "Press down Miss Tang and use the bone-hardening nail punishment."

Tang Xuanye's cool but firm voice rang out: "I will take the punishment of hardening bones and nails on behalf of Rourou."

"Whoever made the mistake should be punished."

"Yes, Master." Several monks who were closer stepped forward to hold her down.

"Don't touch me!" During the shove, Tang Murou fell to the ground, her skirt lifted up, revealing half of her belly and legs as white as lotus roots, with a small red lotus birthmark on her legs.

"This... this mark, isn't it the mark on the nine-tailed beast's leg on the Nine Profound Universe Mirror that day?!" Yin Ruoxu's eyes widened.

"Dad, what are you talking about?" Yin Ci yawned impatiently. He was tired of this farce. He didn't sleep well last night because of the little beast who had been trying to take off his pants all night. Now he had to stay here tonight and watch this woman crying.

Yin Ruoxu said anxiously: "It's hard to explain now. Someone, go and ask for the Taoist Siming."

"I'm already here."

A person appeared at the door.

She has a fairy-like figure, dressed in a white Taoist robe and holding a dust whisk in her hand.

"Oh, it's really lively tonight." Shen Yu played the white jade flute in his hand and glanced at the visitor.

"The Nine-Tailed Fox family has a natural talent for seduction. With a little training, they can master the art of seduction. Besides, the mark on her leg is indeed that of the Nine-Tailed Fox."

Shi Jing always had a deadpan face, so people were used to it.

Oh, the halo of this heroine is just awesome.

Jiang Niannian sighed, but a head leaned against her shoulder. Jiang Niannian smiled and smoothed the hair on Yin Buqi's forehead, saying, "Are you sleepy? Go back and sleep later."

"Um."

"Miss Tang is actually the Nine-Tailed Fox?!"

"Didn't the Taoist Siming predict that 'the Nine-Tailed Fox will be born, and the world will be at peace'?"

"But why did she let the Demon Lord go?"

"Is there a possibility that it was God who instructed her to do this? As the saying goes, when God wants to give a man a great responsibility, he must first make his mind suffer, his muscles and bones tired, his body hungry, his body empty, and his actions disturbed..."

"Go away, stop whispering in my ear. When the teacher is giving a lecture, I'm looking at pornographic pictures and secrets of picking up girls. Who would listen to that?"

Another person whispered, "Fuck, you have guts, brother. This is Qinghe Shijun's class, and you dare not listen. Aren't you afraid that he will blow your asshole with a sword? Besides, you have read so many books on how to pick up girls, why do you still live with your right hand?"

"Depend on you, sir... I also use my left hand sometimes."

In the hall, Shi Jing continued, "Therefore, Miss Tang's cultivation cannot be wasted. It is better to wait for her to cultivate for a while, and then capture the Demon Lord. The merits and demerits will be offset, and the trip to temper the bones will be postponed for the time being. After all, the matter of the Nether Evil Resentful Seed still depends on her. What do you think?"

Wen Shili did not answer, and the hall fell into silence.

When the situation was at a stalemate, a male voice rang out from the hall: "Master?"

Everyone looked and saw Jiang Ziyu wearing only his undershirt, holding a pillow in one hand and rubbing his sleepy eyes with the other, standing at the door of the hall in a daze.

Uh, it seems like I'm wearing my shoes backwards.


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