Wuma Chongyu was reduced from a master to a human servant. The difference was huge. He thought about heaven and hell, and when he was most satisfied, he was killed and killed directly. You can imagine the blow he suffered.

He stood up from the ground, swaying in his pale body. The physical trauma he had suffered previously made it impossible for him to maintain his tall and straight body. In his memory, he rarely experienced this kind of pure physical torture. No, he should never have experienced it.

Unexpectedly, the body's inadaptation only amplified this feeling. The pain was overwhelming and the bones were dull. This was the pain left to him by "Chen Rui", which tormented his skin, flesh, muscles and bones for a long time.

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It doesn't matter, he can also bear this kind of hardship if she endures it.

The long, damp dark clothes hung limply at his feet, and his waist was as slim as a beautiful bamboo. The black umbrella lost its original style and withered and fell to the side. He turned a blind eye, but lifted up the scarlet-spotted sleeves and stroked them.

The shackles on the wrists are delicate and dazed, like a ghost that has lost its soul.

The dark shackles are not real objects. They act on the deeper soul body. There are twisted golden charms like mosquitoes on them. The shimmering light is not soft and bright, but dark and cold. Every one of them is...

Engraved with the stigma of "slave".

After Chen Baiqi completed the contract, she re-sealed the Kirin bloodline in her body. Her overly majestic appearance also regained its peach blossoms, with the spring breeze blowing on her face. She stepped forward, bending down gracefully and calmly.

He picked up the black umbrella on the ground and tentatively raised it above his head. He played with the handle of the umbrella in amusement, and when he pulled it with his hand, the shackles of the other Wu Ma Chongyu made a clanging sound.

She lowered her eyes and asked casually: "What are you thinking about?"

Such a calm and casual inquiry seemed to have forgotten the life-and-death struggle between them before, which was dripping with blood.

The invisible restraints of the shackles that represented "slave" on his hands moved, and the crisp clanging sound reminded Wu Ma Chongyu that it was so dazzling and humiliating. His fingertips tightened the chain tightly, and his nails turned white: "...

…how did you do that?"

Knowing that he would "die with eyes closed", he wanted to get an answer that would convince him of his unwillingness and collapse.

But why should Chen Baiqi satisfy his wishes?

She raised her hand, shook the soul ring that represented the "Lord", pursed her lips and smiled, as kindly as the compassionate Buddha statue enshrined in the niche: "You guess."

"..."

Wuma Chongyu's porcelain face seemed to have been hit by a stone, and the perfect mask finally shattered from it. His eyes were finally no longer dull, and his arrogance was ruthlessly trampled on. Chen Baiqi realized what she once said

If so, she successfully destroyed his superiority.

She did it!

He slowly raised his eyes, the corners of his eyes were like cracks in the canthus, glowing with a scarlet color. One side of his eyes counted nine cold days, and the other side was as black as an abyss and burned with the flames of hell. At this moment, he was like a man who had given up everything and was crazy.

The avenger, UFO's robes and abundant ink hair were rising up like a ghost in the wind. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and only afterimages were visible to the naked eye. A bloodthirsty chill appeared on his body, but the weather was not yet ready.

, the next second he couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood and had to hold on to keep himself from falling to the ground.

"No, I will..." He gritted his teeth, and his black hair, white face, and red lips intertwined into a scene of thick resentment and murder. He refused to give up, and his hands were stained with the fresh blood from his heart.

, chose to continue drawing spells in the void, but the invisible rules of heaven crushed him. With a "pop" sound, he knelt heavily on one knee. He groaned and swallowed back the pain that was about to come out.

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His arms were tied tightly with golden chains, raised high and spread out, and his upper body straightened up. No matter how hard he pulled back, he could not break free.

Seeing his almost hysterical resistance, Chen Baiqi narrowed his eyes slightly. He was in a good mood at this time, so good that he could not care about all the evil things he had done against her before.

"Wuma Chongyu, how do you feel about doing this to yourself?"

She put away the black umbrella and carried it behind her back, walked up to him slowly, squatted on her knees and raised her arms to look at him.

In fact, her whole body was covered with scars at this time. Her tied hair was messed up and draped all over her body. Her clothes were soaked by the lake water and were damaged in many places. The tattered fabric could barely cover her body.

From the perspective of others, it is estimated that the two of them are roughly in the same level of misery at this time.

A miserable victory and a miserable defeat.

"Now you think of killing me? But it's too late. You have recognized me as your lord. Before killing the lord, I am afraid that the contract will bite you and kill you first." Her narrowed eyes flashed, and she looked at him regretfully.

Slowly.

Wuma Chongyu's arms were wide open, and the skirt of his clothes was loosened due to the fierce struggle, tearing open a large piece of eye-catching skin like ice jade water lotus, and his long neck was like a fragile crane with a sentimental expression. Whoever pities Fengyue, he will do this

Facing her with a posture of humiliation and shame, his chest heaved and his breath was messy as he stared at her face that was maliciously mocking him. She was deliberately humiliating him. She just wanted to make him angry and make him lose his mind.

She manipulates.

"What? Are you thinking that you can't kill me, so you plan to commit suicide? It's all over now?"

suicide?

Wuma Chongyu's heart seemed to be burned by these two words, and a suffocating and pressing feeling overflowing his heart caused his pupils to fluctuate.

"Yu'er, live well. My father is sorry for you. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on anymore..."

"Chongyu, don't be willful. Your father loves you. He is just in too much pain, so he feels that life is worse than death..."

"Are you tired? Are you uncomfortable? No, you shouldn't have these emotions, because you don't deserve it. If you want to hate, then hate your father and mother. They selfishly abandoned you and committed suicide, leaving behind the Yin Yang Sect.

This is a mess for you. You must learn to grow in pain. Don't be like them and try to escape whenever they encounter something they can't accept. Suicide is what the most cowardly and incompetent people in the world will do. They will go to hell and never be resurrected.

of!"

Too many voices flooded out in his head at once, some were weak and apologetic, some were persuading and sighing, and some were malicious and hateful. His childhood was surrounded by such voices, and they reminded him time and time again that he

He was abandoned, and the burden he shouldered that shouldn't have fallen on him prematurely was all because the person who was supposed to love him the most in this world refused to care about this world for him.

He no longer has any close relatives, and he has learned to be strong in loneliness.

He lost his innocence and learned how to hunt betrayers.

He has lost his humanity because he lost his humanity too early.

After a long time, his violently rising and rising chest calmed down a lot, and the upward movement of his shoulder blades, tense and ready to attack, turned into an action of retracting his "wings" to defend his chest. He seemed to be stimulated by the word "suicide".

No one knows that what he hates most in his life is people who give up his life at will. He will not be such a cowardly person, and he will never let himself become the kind of person he once hated the most!

After that extreme emotion was fully vented, the cold reason that belonged to his nature took over again. Although he thought highly of himself, he was not a student who was too noble to allow himself to be tarnished, nor was he a woman or child who valued an innocent reputation as life.

In the final analysis, he is just a man of the jungle in the jungle of dragons and snakes. However, his life has been smooth and his abilities are outstanding. He has never been defeated by others. Therefore, it is difficult for him to accept that he has fallen from the altar, let alone for a moment.

Arrogance and carelessness ruined his life.

"Chen Rui, what do you want to do?" he asked her.

The hoarse and low voice is as empty as a mayfly, and like the dark mud at the bottom of the water, which makes your hands clammy and disgusted.

Even though he kept warning himself in his heart not to be led by her, and losing once didn't mean anything, Wuma Chongyu still couldn't take this step immediately and easily.

Chen Baiqi looked at him strangely and unexpectedly. At this time, most of the madness in his eyes had disappeared, leaving only a few evil claws wrapped around vines. Because his face was so good-looking, he raised his eyebrows and raised his eyelashes.

During this time, he was like a beautiful but weak man who was tortured and captured by bad guys.

"...You are surprisingly flexible and flexible."

He calmed down so quickly, and it was clear that the leader was still determined to die with her. If he wasn't driven crazy by the excitement, he was a terrifyingly scheming person.

Crazy, he was crazy before, but now...he thinks he is the latter.

But there seems to be nothing wrong with this. Chen Baiqi is not worried at all about curving her lips back to the pink color, because such a person will be hers in the future.

She Shi Shiran stood up, flicked her sleeves and robe, and a mist floated away from her clothes. The moisture took away the drape of her wet clothes, and the wind blew up her clothes. She said: "You and I have decided to make a decision."

The master-servant contract means that the servant must fulfill the master's instructions. Now master, I have something that I need you to do."

Listening to her "master" and "servant", Wu Ma Chongyu only felt that this woman's appearance was disgusting because she entered the role so quickly.

When she stood up, she loosened the contract chain, and the chain that hung him up came loose. After her sore arms were freed, Wuma Chongyu fell to the ground without any strength, and the blood on his body was still gurgling.

, his complexion was as white as paper, and his dark and wet slender eyelashes, reflecting the same incandescent light of the white butterfly, seemed like thin, almost transparent porcelain that would be fragile and shattered at the slightest touch.

This master-servant contract has a strange psychological implication, that is, the subordinate has a spontaneous feeling of closeness to the superior, preventing the hatred and malice in his heart from causing trouble.

As soon as he was free, he tried to get up, but his efforts were in vain. His body was too weak and had no strength to struggle anymore. The burning pain in his chest was about to burn his whole body to a crisp.

Chen Baiqi glanced down, and the heavy and humming breathing indicated his poor physical condition at this time. She knew that she was a little confused when she struck, and her mentality of wanting to retaliate against him was out of balance, which caused him to

Now he looks so weak that he can't even stand up.

She stretched out her hand to help him out of "kindness", and regardless of his body's instinctive stiffness and resistance, she forcefully pulled him up. When he stood still, she quickly let go of her hand.

When you meet him, he is not the only one who reacts.

She opened the panel, which recorded the character information about "Wuma Chongyu". Now the negative impact is 15%, the mental power is damaged by more than half, and the blood volume is too low. In short, the overall description is like a broken rag doll that has been played out.

Out of some practical considerations, Chen Baiqi said to him: "You must have medicine to treat your injuries."

If she doesn't want to save him, he should save himself.

He glanced at her, and her bright and flawless eyebrows were half covered by Yiyi's loose and hanging hair, and then lightly covered.

Seeing his half-dead meek look, Chen Baiqi added in a wicked way: "The master doesn't allow you to die, so you have to live well."

But this time, Wu Ma Chongyu was not angry. The phoenix tail feathers of Shu embroidery were looming under his white and black robes. With a move of his hand, the black umbrella held by Chen Baiqi opened with a swipe and then left.

It caught her palm and flew back to his hand in a spin.

Chen Baiqi looked at her empty hands, then looked at the thing she had coveted before, and raised her eyebrows. It turned out that this thing still recognized its owner.

He took something out from the bottom of the umbrella and fed it into his mouth. As soon as Wu Ma Chongyu shook his sleeves, a stream of gold and silver intertwined light wrapped around his fingertips, making his hand even more stunning than the moonlight. He

His clothes were floating up, and his hair, which was wet and sticky like algae, was spread softly and softly on his back. When he opened his eyes again, his whole complexion was still greatly changed.
To be continued...