Chapter 557
Words:899Update:22/07/01 10:59:06
Leng Qingwan takes a deep look at Liu Se's miserable appearance.
Her aloof face reveals a carefree smile.
She turns around to leave.
But she didn't expect that just after taking two steps, she hears Liu Se's rough voice behind her, "What if I say that this news is about the Shen Musician's successor?"
Leng Qingwan's footsteps abruptly stop, and she turns around, fiercely glaring at her.
"What do you mean by this? Do you know where the Shen Musician's successor is? No … don't tell me that the Shen Musician's successor has really appeared? "
This time, the roles are reversed.
A complacent smile appears on Liu Se's face, "Leng Qingwan, don't waste your energy, I won't tell you the news. I only have two to four hours to live, you'd better call Shifu here immediately, otherwise, I can't guarantee that the news about the Shen Musicians won't disappear together with my death. "
"You should know better than anyone, if the Shen Musicians are given room to grow, how terrible they will be, and how big a threat they will pose to our Tian Yi Men!"
Leng Qingwan grits her teeth, suddenly a white silk appears high in the air, ruthlessly waving it towards the altar.
The white silk whistles, as it penetrates the altar's enchantment, it suddenly changes from soft and harmless to hard as iron.
Ruthlessly whipping Liu Se's soul.
"Ah –!!" a mournful scream comes from Liu Se's mouth.
On the altar, Liu Se's figure can be seen rolling around in distress, incessantly wailing.
This kind of pain only stops after several breaths.
Leng Qingwan takes back the white silk, sneering: "You'd better obediently tell me the Shen Musician's whereabouts, otherwise, don't blame me for directly dispersing your soul."
Although Liu Se is currently in the form of a soul, the severe pain makes her ugly face twist into a ball.
Snot and tears flow on her face, looking terrible and disgusting.
Thinking of the pain of her soul being whipped just now, her body can't help but tremble like a sieve.
However, as soon as she sees Leng Qingwan's face.
The hatred in Liu Se's heart overshadows the fear of pain: "Hahahaha … Leng … Leng Qingwan, if you have the ability then kill me … but if you kill me and lose the news about the Shen Musician, do you think Shifu will let you go?"
Anger and hatred flashes on Leng Qingwan's face, and the white silk is about to be lifted.
Suddenly, a cold female voice seemed to come from the horizon. "Qingwan, stop!"
Before he finished speaking, a snow-white figure with a veil over her face had already approached him like a bolt of lightning.
Leng Qingwan's complexion changed, and she unwillingly put down the white silk in her hand.
Liu Se, who was within the boundary of the altar, was already howling and pouncing over. "Master! Master! Master, save me … I don't want to die! Master! "
The white figure landed on the ground, bringing with it a chilly fragrance and a faint immortal aura.
It was the Master of the Tian Yi Men, Leng Yuexia.
The people of Tian Yi Men surrounding the altar immediately kneel down respectfully when they see her, "Greetings, Sect Master!"
Leng Yuexia waved her hand, gesturing for them to come over.
Very soon, only Leng Yuexia, Leng Qingwan, and Liu Se remained around the altar.
Leng Yuexia's displeased gaze sweeps over Leng Qingwan's face and finally falls on Liu Se. She frowns slightly, "You said, the Shen Musician successor has really appeared?"
"Yes, Master! I saw it with my own eyes, so it's definitely true? "
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
