Peerless cute baby wants to turn the sky Ye Chuyue Ye Mohan Chapter 2045 There is no Yan Hongyuan in the world, how come the Thirty-six Ghosts of the Nether
Chapter 2045 There is no Yan Hongyuan in the world, how come the Thirty-six Ghosts of the Nether
"Ayue, you can't do this to me..."
Li Liancheng hated the word "eunuch" the most, let alone being paraded through Wulu in an endless loop. He would definitely not be able to bear it!
In his mind, the holy figure of Shengxue in white clothes suddenly appeared...
If she knew that he was an eunuch and saw the worst side of himself, he would rather die now. He would rather be chopped into pieces countless times.
Li Liancheng had no muscles, Dantian and martial arts in his body, so he could not use his martial arts power to kill himself, so he thought of biting his tongue and committing suicide.
The blood protector wearing a bamboo hat stepped over, quickly pinched Li Liancheng's jaw with two fingers, forced him to open his mouth, and stuffed the strange pupil of the God-Demon Contract he just picked up from the ground into Li Liancheng's mouth, and at the same time
He poured a bottle of potion and said with a smile:
"This is a potion for handsome men. If you take this medicine, your whole body will be weak for half a year. Not only that, but it also has the effect of Bigu Pill. Even if you don't eat, you can still live well for half a year. In addition,
In addition, it can also refresh and brainwash you, ensuring that you will not be able to sleep every night, and you will be more awake than anyone else. When you are awake, you find your own filth and failure, that is the most unforgettable thing, Palace Master Li, I say
Is that right?"
Li Liancheng's throat was blocked by the God-Demon Contract Pupil, and he was completely unable to speak or close his mouth.
But his consciousness became increasingly clear, and this extreme sobriety plunged him into endless panic.
For a failed eunuch, being sober is tantamount to murder and heart-wrenching.
Chu Yue looked at the desperate Li Liancheng indifferently, but there was no pain of victory in her heart.
Even the victory with the least sacrifice is based on the sacrifice of someone.
Even if Li Liancheng was cut into pieces and tortured thousands of times, she still couldn't replace her Senior Sister Yan.
Chu Yue lowered her slender blood-stained eyelashes, and her light purple eyes were filled with a hazy and painful crimson color, and even the edges of her eyes were crimson.
Her fingertips touched the Nine Dragons Soul Chain on her right wrist. All the events in the past were vivid in her mind, and her tears fell uncontrollably.
If you think about it carefully, you will find that as early as in Shenxuan Academy, Yan Hongyuan looked at her and hesitated time and time again.
No wonder she couldn't help but feel sympathy for each other in front of Yan Hongyuan. It all came from the bond between dreams.
elder sister.
If I don't look back, how can I meet you again?
…
Chu Yue felt sad, and the man beside her pulled her into his arms. The original power of the Martial God Realm poured into her body like a tsunami, warming her.
"There is also a Martial God in Jixia Academy." Ye Mohan said.
Chu Yue sniffed her red nose lightly, nodded, and looked at the last Martial God in Jixia Academy, the one who always wore a black cloak.
Protector Bai said: "If you are willing to surrender, Emperor Ye Jian and General Ye may spare your life and give you the opportunity to continue to serve Ling Tian."
"Repay... Ling Tian...?"
An extremely hoarse voice came from under the cloak.
The man walked towards Chu Yue.
Mu Fengming, Blood Protector and others subconsciously protected Chu Yue.
"Let her come-"
Chu Yue spoke calmly, and everyone gradually retreated to the side, but they did not lower their guard against this cloaked warrior from Jixia Academy.
The other party stopped three steps in front of Chu Yue and let out a low laugh, "Senior Sister Yan, you didn't even risk your life for her, Ye Chuyue. In order to protect her, you plotted all of us. Hello.
Cruel, in your eyes, we will never be as good as Ye Chuyue..." At the end of the sentence, the laughter was full of bitterness and self-deprecation.
These words made the warriors around him confused.
The man raised his hands wearing black leather gloves and took off the gloves, revealing hands with intricate scars and only red veins.
The skin is very thin and droops on the bones. There is not much flesh and blood, only the abrupt blood tendons are creepy. At the same time, it is so white that it is sickly and quite scary.
This hand took off the thick cloak, revealing a face with criss-crossed blood veins. One eye has a god-demon pupil that shines with strange golden-red light, and the other eye has a wolf pupil. The blood mist fills the air like a beast, and the head is gray and white.
Her hair, like withered grass, was spread freely.
Chu Yue narrowed her eyes tightly.
Although it was difficult to distinguish the other person's face, from his features, he could vaguely recognize him as an old friend from Shenxuan Academy.
In the old Shenxuan Academy, among the Netherworld disciples, the Thirty-Six Evils led by Yan Hongyuan were famous among the ten major academies and all over the world.
This Dugulan is one of the Netherworld disciples under the command of Yan Hongyuan, one of the thirty-six evil spirits.
Dugulan's eyes were filled with tears, staring closely at the Nine Dragons Soul Chain on Chu Yue's wrist.
"Senior Sister Yan, back in the Shenxuan Academy, we gave you the prestigious reputation of the Thirty-Six Shas through life and death. Later, you had to leave the academy and go to Jixia Academy in the Northern Battle Stage. We will never give up and will always follow you. We.
In your eyes, Yan Hongyuan, this is just a bet you use to win Li Liancheng's trust. You have long expected that Li Liancheng will be unfavorable to Ye Chuyue, and you have never been loyal to Jixia Academy, but we are here for your father and daughter.
The trust between the two of them is dead and gone."
The reason why Yan Hongyuan brought Sanliu Sha with her was because she had no relatives and Sanliu Sha was her only relative. Only in this way could Li Liancheng be absolutely loyal to her.
Dugulan laughed loudly.
She went through many tortures before she became the so-called Martial God.
As long as it's for Yan Hongyuan, she has no regrets.
But Senior Sister Yan was willing to die. She only hoped that Ye Chuyue could survive, but she didn't tell them how the Thirty-Six Evils would survive without Yan Hongyuan.
Behind Dugulan, people in cloaks came one after another, all of them were the Thirty-Six Shas under Yan Hongyuan's command.
However, there are only a dozen left.
They took off their cloaks, revealing their mutilated and bloody faces.
"There is no Yan Hongyuan in the world, so where can the Thirty-Six Evils of the Netherworld come from that is so powerful in all directions?"
Dugulan smiled at Chu Yue and said, "Ye Chuyue, I am not as good as you, but I am not willing to accept it, even if I die."
She pulled out the dagger and stabbed it through her throat without hesitation.
"Sister Yan, Lan'er is here to accompany you to hell."
"..."
No matter how much I hate you, I don’t want my senior sister to go to Jiuyou alone to meet Yama!
The sharp dagger was about to split her throat, the dragon roared suddenly, a sword light hit her hand, and the dagger flew away.
Dugulan widened her eyes and looked at Chu Yue and Ye Mohan, and asked: "Do you want me to live a life worse than death? Do you want to humiliate me like you humiliated Li Liancheng? Come on, I'm not afraid of death, let alone being humiliated."
"Sorry, it's my fault."
Chu Yue looked directly into Dugu Lan's eyes and sighed softly. She was not as arrogant and proud as before, but only a little guilt gathered in her soul.
Dugulan was stunned.
The remaining thirty-six evil spirits were stunned.
After a moment of silence, they all shed tears and burst into tears. It was as if the long-term suffering had been taken care of, and a glimmer of light was seen in the darkness where they were crawling. Then there were steel and iron bones, and all that was left was all kinds of grievances turned into thousands of lines of tears.