Hearing Sanlin's pitiful cry, Bing Lingtian on Concubine Liu's bed frowned unnoticeably.
Jiao Yuemei was unhappy when she saw Bing Lingtian, so she immediately got up and walked towards Sanlin.
Jiao Yuemei stepped on Sanlin's drooping palm.
"Ah..." Sanlin let out a painful, heart-rending cry. She tried her best to widen her bloodshot red eyes, and her eyeballs seemed to fall out due to the intense emotion.
"It's so noisy." Jiao Yuemei frowned impatiently, stepping on Sanlin's feet and twisting them hard.
Click!
Click!
The palm bones were shattered inch by inch.
"Ahhhh..."
Sanlin opened his mouth wide and wailed, his face was pale and he was sweating.
Until the end, Sanlin couldn't even make a sound. Only his trembling body showed his painful collapse, as if he had fallen into the abyss of despair and the edge of the Nine Netherworld.
Sanlin's hair, which was mixed with soil, was wet with sweat.
Jiao Yuemei raised her foot and smiled, "Ah, I'm so sorry, I stepped on the wrong place."
Jiao Yuemei knelt down and placed her hand on the bloody hole in Sanlin's lower abdomen, "It's really good true energy. Such true energy can't exert one-tenth of its strength on you, so it's worth the money on me."
." Jiao Yuemei practices an evil skill that can tyrannically and forcefully swallow the true essence of others.
Just now, the true essence of San Lin, a female disciple of Tiandiyuan, was devoured by Jiao Yuemei.
Jiao Yuemei poked Sanlin's bloody hole with her finger, and the pain made Sanlin feel worse than death.
Jiao Yuemei lowered her eyebrows and smiled lightly, with two pear dimples looming.
She was born with beautiful features, pure and clean, but who would have thought she had a black and vicious heart.
"Isn't that great? What's your name? If you disturb Senior Sister Bingling's rest, I won't let you go."
Jiao Yuemei said softly, and her voice fell into Sanlin's ears, like a ghost coming from purgatory to seek life in the human world, and it was extremely scary.
Sanlin glared at Jiao Yuemei bitterly.
"Senior Sister Sanlin!"
"Seven Kills is too much to bully others!"
"..."
The disciples of Tiandiyuan around could not stand it, so they all mustered up the courage to rush forward.
They would rather die here and have their blood spilled on this mountain range than see Senior Sister Tiandiyuan suffer such humiliation.
Qisha, the disciples from the two houses of Honghuang, imprisoned them.
Jiao Yuemei tilted her head slightly and smiled bloodthirstyly, "Why are you so anxious? Although your true energy is not very good, I don't mind doing good deeds, so I accept it reluctantly."
Jiao Yuemei suddenly raised her right hand, and light surged from the palm of her hand. Then she saw the body of a young male disciple whose face was red and full of anger. He was like a kite with a broken string, and it broke away from the ground. Like a ray of light, it rushed towards Jiao Yuemei uncontrollably.
Jiao Yuemei grabbed the disciple's neck, and the other one was as sharp as a sword, wanting to disembowel the male disciple, and take out the true essence from the male disciple's abdomen.
"Beast! Stop!!" A cold and sweet voice sounded, and Jiao Yuemei paused slightly.
Jiao Yuemei looked up with a smile and looked at the two figures walking towards here.
Gillian and Lan Cai'er.
There was boundless anger on Gillian's face, "Why don't you put down my Tiandiyuan disciples quickly!"
"Gillian! It's Senior Sister Gillian!" The trapped disciples' eyes lit up and they looked at Gillian excitedly.
Gillian's arrival is like a savior.
Obviously, Gillian also enjoys these admiring looks.
She can definitely save these disciples from fire and water!
"Put it down? Who gave you the face and courage to say this to me?" Jiao Yuemei raised her eyebrows. Not only did she not put down the male disciple in her hands, she even moved her hands to break the male disciple's neck.