Chapter: 949
"You don't need to know me, and I didn't come here to contact you."
Then what do you want me to do? Zhu Rong was about to ask, when she suddenly felt the red lines on her arms and thighs tighten, pulling into the delicate skin, and the bright red blood immediately oozed out, flowing along the red lines, tick-tocking and rolling down.
"Hmm~" She frowned in pain and moaned.
"I'm here to settle accounts with you." The voice of the Palace Master Zhisha was as cold as an ice knife: "It's not good for my sister to mess with anyone. Why did you mess with Yuanshi Tianzun? That's my face, and I hate other people touching my things the most."
Zhu Rong's heart sank.
The Master of the Killing Palace didn't seem to be in a hurry to act, his attitude changed, and he laughed to himself:
"I heard that my sister was captured by the demon king back then, and she was a lowly slave for a month. After that, people became abnormal. I can guess the reason why you stared at Yuanshi Tianzun with my toes.
"Do you hate the Demon Lord hard to get rid of, or do you still have feelings for him?"
She feigned surprise and said:
"Sister is really a bitch. People treat you like a broken shoe, but you fell in love with him instead."
These words seemed to have pierced the deepest scar in Zhu Rong's heart, her face turned pale suddenly, and then flushed, revealing a nervous smile:
"No matter how cheap I am, I can't compare to a poor wretch whose family has been ruined."
The eyes of the master of the killing palace turned cold, and the indoor temperature dropped sharply, like winter.
A few seconds later, she laughed, and the branches of her laughter trembled.
One sickly and the other crazy, both are like crazy.
Palace Mistress Zhisha raised her hand, her wide red sleeve slipped off, her forearm was as white and tender as a lotus root, her slender fingers raised Zhu Rong's chin, and said sweetly:
"My sister is so beautiful, but it's a pity that she has no face and skin. Since you are shameless, my sister will peel it off."
The red thread crawled up Zhu Rong's cheek, twisted like a loach, and penetrated into her skin.
"ah"
Zhu Rong's screams resounded throughout the villa.
After Zhu Yangqiu received the report from his tribe, he hurried to his sister's residence, pushed open the bedroom door, and saw Zhu Rong lying on the ground with blood stains, her body twitching non-stop.
Her face was dripping with blood, revealing tender red flesh, and beside her was a complete face.
Her hands and feet were all broken, and the bones pierced through the flesh, which was shocking.
Zhu Yangqiu was stunned for a few seconds, then he lost his voice and said, "Quick, get the life essence quickly."
Black clouds rolled in the sky, and the cold wind howled in every corner of the world.
This is a battlefield, but also a cemetery.
Looking around, there are dead bones everywhere, human bones and horse bones, rotten weapons half hidden in the black soil, broken winches and trebuchets lying horizontally.
In the whimpering wind, the ghosts who died in battle roared and danced, wailing ghostly cries that only Yeyoushen could hear.
In this desolate, desolate, underworld-like space, a woman wearing a long dress from the Ming Dynasty stood beside a tall withered bone with her hands behind her back.
She has a beautiful appearance, a refined temperament, and she is as graceful as a goddess of the heavens. JrNovels.com
Then what do you want me to do? Zhu Rong was about to ask, when she suddenly felt the red lines on her arms and thighs tighten, pulling into the delicate skin, and the bright red blood immediately oozed out, flowing along the red lines, tick-tocking and rolling down.
"Hmm~" She frowned in pain and moaned.
"I'm here to settle accounts with you." The voice of the Palace Master Zhisha was as cold as an ice knife: "It's not good for my sister to mess with anyone. Why did you mess with Yuanshi Tianzun? That's my face, and I hate other people touching my things the most."
Zhu Rong's heart sank.
The Master of the Killing Palace didn't seem to be in a hurry to act, his attitude changed, and he laughed to himself:
"I heard that my sister was captured by the demon king back then, and she was a lowly slave for a month. After that, people became abnormal. I can guess the reason why you stared at Yuanshi Tianzun with my toes.
"Do you hate the Demon Lord hard to get rid of, or do you still have feelings for him?"
She feigned surprise and said:
"Sister is really a bitch. People treat you like a broken shoe, but you fell in love with him instead."
These words seemed to have pierced the deepest scar in Zhu Rong's heart, her face turned pale suddenly, and then flushed, revealing a nervous smile:
"No matter how cheap I am, I can't compare to a poor wretch whose family has been ruined."
The eyes of the master of the killing palace turned cold, and the indoor temperature dropped sharply, like winter.
A few seconds later, she laughed, and the branches of her laughter trembled.
One sickly and the other crazy, both are like crazy.
Palace Mistress Zhisha raised her hand, her wide red sleeve slipped off, her forearm was as white and tender as a lotus root, her slender fingers raised Zhu Rong's chin, and said sweetly:
"My sister is so beautiful, but it's a pity that she has no face and skin. Since you are shameless, my sister will peel it off."
The red thread crawled up Zhu Rong's cheek, twisted like a loach, and penetrated into her skin.
"ah"
Zhu Rong's screams resounded throughout the villa.
After Zhu Yangqiu received the report from his tribe, he hurried to his sister's residence, pushed open the bedroom door, and saw Zhu Rong lying on the ground with blood stains, her body twitching non-stop.
Her face was dripping with blood, revealing tender red flesh, and beside her was a complete face.
Her hands and feet were all broken, and the bones pierced through the flesh, which was shocking.
Zhu Yangqiu was stunned for a few seconds, then he lost his voice and said, "Quick, get the life essence quickly."
Black clouds rolled in the sky, and the cold wind howled in every corner of the world.
This is a battlefield, but also a cemetery.
Looking around, there are dead bones everywhere, human bones and horse bones, rotten weapons half hidden in the black soil, broken winches and trebuchets lying horizontally.
In the whimpering wind, the ghosts who died in battle roared and danced, wailing ghostly cries that only Yeyoushen could hear.
In this desolate, desolate, underworld-like space, a woman wearing a long dress from the Ming Dynasty stood beside a tall withered bone with her hands behind her back.
She has a beautiful appearance, a refined temperament, and she is as graceful as a goddess of the heavens. JrNovels.com
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