I refuse to accept this, what can you do to me? (2)
The burning pain that comes from all over her body makes her tremble fiercely.
Her rosy lips are instantly dehydrated and cracked.
"Ha … haha …" Huang Wei laughs, "Now do you know what's called [Raging Flames Burn]? The Hundred Flowers Kill has been held for so many times, and there has never been a person who could endure it! This is the result of a lowly woman like you resisting! "
Yi Lanxin couldn't help but turn her face away, biting her lips.
Blood oozes from her lips, but she doesn't feel it.
The [Raging Flames Burn] doesn't affect the cultivator's body, but directly affects the soul.
This kind of pain doesn't show on the surface, and it doesn't destroy the girl's perfect appearance.
But that kind of pain is a hundred times, a thousand times more intense than just the flesh being burned.
The stubborn and unruly girl finally couldn't bear it, bending one of her knees and slowly kneeling down.
Sparkling and translucent sweat rolls down from her face, dripping onto the gravel like rain, and is quickly evaporated by the hot air.
Huang Wei looks at this scene, feeling more and more carefree.
He controls the Flying Carpet to move forward, admiring her painful expression while revealing a sinister and complacent smile.
"099, I've already warned you that the pain of the [Raging Flames Burn] isn't something you can endure, but you've overestimated yourself …"
Huang Wei hasn't finished speaking, when he suddenly feels a suffocating pain from his neck.
A slender, but sweat-soaked hand firmly clasps his throat, making him unable to breathe and unable to escape.
The girl's hoarse voice reaches his ears, but it's mocking: "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
Huang Wei looks at her with eyes filled with horror, his voice trembling so much that it's almost impossible to speak, "You, you, what are you doing?! I'm the host of the [Hundred Flowers Kill] … all the masters are watching this scene from the Mirage Stone, you … you dare to lay your hands on me, they won't let you off. "
Muyan chuckles, sweat trickling down from her forehead.
Her lips tremble from time to time because of the pain.
However, she didn't seem to care about all of this at all. She continued to speak in a hoarse voice, "From the moment I entered this desert, I realized that on this so-called Hundred Blossom Kill stage, I can't use my spiritual energy, and I'll be punished by the masters in the audience you mentioned … But, here, I'm free."
Muyan's gaze slowly shifted towards the Mirage Stone on the ground, the ridicule in her eyes was unknown whether it was directed towards Huang Wei, or towards the person watching from the other end of the Mirage Stone.
"The Heart Locking Buckle's control over me can only follow the rules of the Hundred Blossom Kill. As long as it is within the scope of the rules, even if I kill all the hounds, kill you, the host, and destroy this desert, the male cultivators of Fusang City will not be able to do anything to me, right? "
Huang Wei's pupils constricted.
Yi Lanxin, who was standing to the side, suddenly sat up straight.
Inside the Worry-Free Hall, Willow Gucheng and the other male cultivators were so shocked that they directly dropped the cups in their hands.
Muyan chuckles, "It seems that I guessed right."
"You … are you kidding me?!" Huang Wei stuttered and shouted, "In Fusang City, no disobedient woman can survive …"
Meeting Muyan's mocking gaze, his voice came to an abrupt halt.
The corners of his mouth kept twitching twice, only then did he put on a strong front, but he was weak at heart: "So, so what? Do you, do you dare to kill me? Do you dare to defy the masters in the audience? You'll eventually have to come out from the [Hundred Blossom Kill]. At that time, have you thought about your own fate? "
(End of this chapter)
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