Is Master Beauty crying today?

Chapter 71

When Shen Fengqu woke up, he felt a little cold all over his body. He opened his eyes, and it took a long time for his eyes to come together and see the surrounding scene clearly.

Not in the inn, but in a crowded small room, like a place for storing sundries, his wrist moved, and his wrist and ankle were tied up.

Next to it was a sundry tool. When his wrist touched it, there was a jingling sound. There was movement outside the door. Moxiu, who was wearing a bamboo hat, showed a pair of purple eyes, glanced at him, and went out again.

Shen Fengqu's head was still a little dizzy, and his chest hurt again. Looking back carefully, he seemed to see a figure before falling asleep, and now he was locked up again by Moxiu...

Someone brought him out, taking advantage of Chang Nianyin's absence, but he didn't know who it was.

What I want to think about now is how to get out of here.

He struggled for his wrist, which was infused with spiritual power, and in his current condition, there was no way to break free.

The wrists hurt a little from being restrained, Shen Fengqu changed his posture and curled himself up in the corner, the cold white skin on his ankles was a little reddened by the rope.

There was only one small window in this small room, and the sky outside was gloomy, not much light could penetrate. He huddled in the corner, blending with the shadows in the dark.

His body was very cold, he moved his fingertips, and felt dizzy in his head. He didn't know how long he leaned against the corner, and the sky outside became darker.

The demon cultivator from outside came in and brought him food and water. What he ate was porridge that was so dark that he couldn't see what it was made of, and the water also smelled of blood.

He glanced at Moxiu when he came in, his eyelids closed, and he didn't move those things.

Sitting in the corner for another night, Moxiu came in again the next day, seeing that he hadn't eaten or drank, he didn't say anything, but just sent the same thing over every day as usual.

I don't know how many days later, the number of Moxiu who came here changed from one to two, and he was taken out by a group of puppet people, who forced him to take a bath.

The wound seemed to be open again, his face was a little pale, and he didn't have any spiritual power in the magic cultivator's territory, and his recovery would only be slower.

The group of puppets dressed him and dragged him to a room.

Shen Fengqu walked very slowly along the way, holding the dagger that had been sharpened in the past few days in his sleeve, sweat dripped from his forehead, feeling that the jade pendant was still there, touched it with his fingertips, and withdrew his hand again.

There was a dark background in the room, and the voice of talking came from inside.

"I chose it specially for you this time, and I guarantee that you will be satisfied. I haven't planted the charm bone yet. My lord will try it first..."

Shen Fengqu was pushed into the room, and people on both sides pressed him. He saw Moxiu sitting not far away, and his face turned paler.

Sitting in the middle is a demon cultivator wearing a black robe. The man is wearing a bamboo hat, revealing a part of his jaw line, and his pupils are dark purple, which shows that he has a high status.

The man laughed, "This is...that Peak Lord Shen who has been unwilling to come back?"

There was interest in the deep purple eyes, and the demon cultivator next to him was still flattering, "I won't come back anyway, as long as Xue Changzhi is not around, the Night Palace is still up to you."

The man didn't say anything and let him go down.

When the person left, there was no sound around, and the room was filled with darkness like ink. Shen Fengqu knelt on the ground, with a layer of cold sweat breaking out from his back. It could be felt that the man's cultivation was not low. Not an opponent.

I don't know how long it took, the eyes that fell on him and looked at him were withdrawn. There was a coldness in those eyes, and a pair of black boots appeared in front of him.

His hair was pulled to raise his head, the man looked at his face, his hands were not polite at all.

"This face... I don't know how many people have been fascinated."

There was a sense of sarcasm in the man's voice, Shen Fengqu felt a pain in his scalp, his chin was forced to lift up, and the dagger in his sleeve showed a cold light.

After a while, the man let go of his hand, Shen Fengqu sat slumped on the ground, the man disappeared, and came back after a while, holding a white thing in his hand.

The thing looked like a hazy white mist with a rich fragrance, Shen Fengqu had a bad premonition, and subconsciously stepped back.

The man sneered, "I won't touch you, as long as you plant this obsession, if you don't make love with the devil, you will have to wait for death..."

"At that time, I'm afraid that you yourself will not be able to bear it and will take the initiative to find someone to fuck you day and night."

When Shen Fengqu heard this, his face turned pale again, the wound on his chest felt no pain, but cold sweat broke out from behind.When the man came towards him, the cold silver blade stabbed at the man.

His head was still in a daze, and veins popped out of the wrist holding the dagger. The speed was so fast that it was almost invisible for a moment.

The heat was splashed on his face, he didn't care about anything, the dagger was about to stab again, the chill came over his body, the man held his wrist, with cold eyes, pushed back hard, pinched Holding his neck against the wall.

Shen Fengqu felt that his chest was soaked, and his head was pinched by the big hands on his neck, making him even more dizzy, his eyes turned black, his hands lost strength, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

The strength tightened, and he felt that when he was about to die, something entered his body, and he was thrown to the ground like garbage.

His head hit the edge of the table, and there was a sharp pain.He only saw a piece of bright red, and then he fainted.

When he woke up again, he was awakened by a strange sensation in his body, cold water poured over him, but it couldn't extinguish the scorching heat in his body.

There seemed to be a shadow in his heart that was constantly expanding, and when he saw the scene in the distance, his pupils shrank instantly.

This is a cage, surrounded by black pillars, and opposite is a group of imprisoned demon cultivators. The demon cultivators are all wearing prison uniforms, looking at him as if they saw meat, with lust in their cloudy eyes. Unabashedly.

At the same time, he also noticed something strange in his body. There was a fragrance in the air, which emanated from his body, and there was a scorching heat on his body, and the numbness spread all over his body.

The cage was slowly opened... He was holding a dagger in his hand, and the ground was covered with withered grass. Endless fear spread out, and those eyes fell on him, making him sick.

It's disgusting... Looking at him like a tool for venting desire.

He clenched the dagger tightly and wanted to raise his arm, but the next second, he froze on the spot.

Can't move...he can't move.

The pair of purple eyes on the opposite side seemed to be licking at him, and some even couldn't help but let out a rough gasp, all eyes were full of excitement.

"Where did you find this little hoof, it looks so amazing..."

"Look at that waist, you can hold it with one hand..."

"You look like... are you waiting to be punished?"

The blood on Shen Fengqu's face faded little by little, the wound seemed to be in pain, just moving his fingers took all his strength, his pupils dilated little by little, and his whole heart sank little by little.

It was like being pulled tightly into a cold abyss. For the first time, he felt powerless, extremely angry, and somewhat hopeless.

Chu Linyuan's face appeared in his mind, wondering how the apprentice is doing now...

Having been branded with such an obscene and lowly thing, now he has to face the humiliation that is worse than death... Although he is a man, he still feels disgusting.

Disgusting.

He didn't even have the strength to hold the blade tightly in his palm. He watched the cage open little by little, and tried to hold the dagger, but his fingerprints didn't move. There was the sound of clothes being torn in the air, and his back trembled uncontrollably. Constantly surging.

The eyelids were closed, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

……

Chang Nianyin searched for a long time, and realized that he had placed a barrier at the door, which ordinary people should not be able to enter.

Ye Qingchong's face appeared in his mind, with a gloomy expression on his brows, and finally he returned to Tianshui.

In the battle of Tianshui, Xue Changzhi and Jiang Fei fought to a draw, and both of them were seriously injured. Now that the blood formation has been broken, Elder Mu was imprisoned after he transmitted the sound, and the remaining puppets are still being killed.

For some reason, all the elders from the Night Palace besieged Chu Linyuan. Chu Linyuan entangled with them for several days, one against four, and after defeating the four elders, they disappeared.

Chang Nianyin's strength towards Chu Linyuan has risen to a new height, and he can no longer envy and hate him. It is not a height that he can reach. Now that he is asked to take care of someone, if he loses him, he can't care about anything. In Tianshui He looked around for Chu Linyuan.

Finally found it in a cave in the back mountain.

Chu Linyuan stayed alone in the corner, his body was covered with blood, his body was still stained with demonic energy, his face was a little pale, and there were several blood marks on his body, which looked like they were drawn with a sword.

The bloodstains were very neat, as if he stabbed him with a sword.

When he went in, he smelled a strong smell of blood. He didn't know if it was his illusion. When he called for someone, he felt a flash of blood in Chu Linyuan's eyes. For a moment, he seemed to want to kill him.

Hearing what he said, the young man stood up with support, his body was a little unsteady, his face was as pale as paper, "What did you say..."

Chang Nianyin actually guessed that Chu Linyuan had just dealt with the elders of the Night Palace two days ago, but now he has not slowed down, so he hasn't visited anyone yet.

But now that he is lost, he can only tell the truth.

Before he finished speaking, the boy disappeared in the cave with his sword in hand.

He sighed at the cave entrance, wondering if he did the right thing... He didn't notify his uncle immediately.

He glanced at the sky in the distance, that's all... some people are destined to be together.

No matter how many difficulties there are, nothing can stop two people from getting close to each other, attracting each other, and reuniting again after going through hardships.

……

Shen Fengqu closed his eyes, but the expected touch did not come, there was a loud "bang" outside the door, and the whole air seemed to condense.

An icy breath spread over, and the expressions of all the demon cultivators instantly changed. They seemed to have sensed something terrible. Their movements stopped in mid-air, and the invisible coercion overwhelmed them. They all knelt on the ground .

Demon cultivators are divided according to their bloodlines, and the higher the purity of their bloodlines, the natural oppression and obedience for them.

There were screams in his ears, and Shen Fengqu opened his eyes, feeling warm blood splashing on his body, he couldn't help curling up, trying to hide back.

All the demon cultivators beside him fell to the ground, terrified, his eyes fell on the person at the door.

The young man's eyes turned deep purple, and the moonlight white robe was still stained with blood, his eyes were dark black, and the long whip in his hand dripped blood all over the ground.

The originally cold eyes fell on him, and turned into tenderness and distress. Chu Linyuan came to him, knelt down, and saw the fear in his eyes, as if he had been stabbed.

Chu Linyuan hugged him gently, his face was still a little pale, and his tone was very light, "Master, don't be afraid..."

The corners of Shen Fengqu's eyes were a little red, and when he bumped into the boy, he felt a strange feeling in his body, he dodged back, his pupils were a little dilated.

A young man's hoarse voice came from next to his ear, "It's my fault... I shouldn't have given the master to others... Blame me..."

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, Chu Linyuan tore Ye Qingchong with his hands.

And why Chu Linyuan didn't go to find the master immediately, because his inner demons were already very serious, and he started to harm himself. I will talk about the details later.