Do it if you want to!
Leng Feiran was not an indecisive person. With a wave of her hand, the dragon tendon flew over, burrowed into Yue Qingling's clothes, and bound his acupoints.
Then she stood up and said, "Come with me. You're a useless person anyway. Once we get up there, I'll give you a good beating!"
Yue Qingling tensed up instantly.
this……
If he went to Leng Feiran's boudoir with her, how could he possibly survive?
"Your Majesty, I'm doing fine here, here..."
"Hmm? You think it's good, then it's not good! Let's go!"
Leng Feiran made a grabbing motion in the air, and the dragon tendon contracted tightly, causing Yue Qingling pain.
Yue Qingling was on the verge of tears, and followed Leng Feiran out of the dungeon.
The deepest dungeon was deathly silent.
Go up a bit, and you'll hear heart-wrenching screams.
"Does it sound good?" Leng Feiran asked expressionlessly.
Yue Qingling lowered her head and said meekly, "It doesn't sound good."
"Hehe, then don't call me that in the future," Leng Feiran reminded her with a meaningful smile.
Yue Qingling felt a chill run down her spine. What was she going to do?
They finally walked out of prison.
A ray of sunlight shone on Yue Qingling's face, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.
The air outside the dungeon is so fresh.
Leng Feiran looked at Yue Qingling in the sunlight. Yue Qingling was dressed in a dirty white Taoist robe, with messy hair and a face covered in black and white patches. Even so, under the sunlight, she looked like a beautiful jade.
It's just a little dirty, a wash will fix it.
She didn't rush to urge Yue Qingling, and only after Yue Qingling had adapted to the environment outside the dungeon did she walk ahead calmly.
Yue Qingling looked around.
He discovered that this was the mountaintop!
Unexpectedly, the Demonic Cult's dungeon was built on a mountain.
Just ten meters away is a sheer cliff.
"That's Ghost Cry Cliff. People who die in the dungeon are thrown down there. Huang Xinyan, whom you just killed, is probably already at the bottom, right?"
Leng Feiran said sarcastically.
Looking at the cliff, Yue Qingling felt a surge of grief and indignation.
Why did he have to endure the tragedy that followed?
They are either treated as playthings or as puppets.
His heart was filled with unresolved grievances, and two wisps of white mist rose from his watery eyes.
"You cried?" Leng Feiran looked at him in surprise. He was fine when he was kissing the socks, but now that he's seen the light of day, why is he crying?
"Leng Feiran, you win."
Yue Qingling said this in despair, then turned around and rushed towards Ghost Cry Cliff without hesitation.
Death is but a matter of a moment.
"Stop right there!"
Leng Feiran was taken aback by his resolute attitude. Before she could react, Yue Qingling had already jumped off the cliff.
Leng Feiran "whooshed" up, like a bolt of lightning, and rushed straight over.
But Ghost Cry Cliff is towering into the clouds, and Yue Qingling was enveloped in white clouds for a time, unable to see anyone at all.
Leng Feiran was instantly terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.
Yue Qingling must not die!
She went crazy, flying straight down through the clouds!
Then they saw Yue Qingling falling to the ground like a snowflake.
She sped up and rushed off!
Yue Qingling had already closed her eyes.
So be it, he's dead.
But before Leng Feiran could catch up, a divine sense rushed into his chest.
It was a familiar feeling.
Yue Qingling unconsciously prepared to open her three-inch spirit platform.
However, after the Lingtai (spirit platform) is sealed, it will take at least a month to open it.
Forcibly opening it like this will only create a tiny crack and will not restore your cultivation.
But this small gap was enough, and the divine sense went straight in.
At the same time, Leng Feiran had already arrived beside him.
She reached out and hugged his slender waist.
Leng Feiran felt a heavy downward force, and she swung her other hand downward.
A powerful force surged down.
"boom!"
After the force of the fall was neutralized, Leng Feiran lifted Yue Qingling into the air!
Isn't it easy for the Empress to save a mortal?
The two disappeared instantly below the cliff.
...
Time flies.
After the great battle between the righteous and evil factions, the Eastern Continent finally returned to peace.
The Demonic Sect has fled to the Netherworld, like a wounded beast hiding here to lick its wounds and recuperate.
The Qingyue Sect members gradually began their daily activities, including production and cultivation.
The Nine Netherworlds are relatively barren, but the number of Demonic Sect disciples has also decreased by three-tenths. With the efforts of increasing revenue and reducing expenditure, everyone is still able to live a stable life.
Let's wait and see for a while.
We'll talk about revenge when we have the chance.
The disciples all returned to their normal lives, but the Empress became increasingly reclusive.
Shen Rongrong, the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect, naturally saw all of this.
She was Leng Feiran's direct disciple, second only to the emperor and above all others.
Now that her master is in trouble, she naturally has to come and inquire.
Shen Rongrong is currently at the Earthly Cultivation Mountain Realm, and is considered one of the more outstanding disciples of the Qingyue Sect.
She held a black sword in her hand and was dressed in black martial arts attire.
Her all-black attire gave her a dignified appearance.
A single red hair tie, the only color, tied her flowing ponytail, adding a rare touch of delicate charm to her look.
She arrived outside the courtyard where her master lived, pushed open the gate, and saw her master sitting on a bamboo chair in the courtyard, with a meek and obedient Taoist boy standing beside him.
Leng Feiran wore a white dress, her hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders, without much adornment.
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