Chapter 95 (2/2)

”To say it's casual practice is casual practice. If you want to kill, why nonsense?”

The woman had bleeding at the corners of her mouth and cold eyes.

Pop!

There was a crisp sound and a scream.

Her body was slapped by Qi Yun, turned around three times, smashed on one side of the wall, and hummed more painfully.

Qi Yun said nothing, wrapped his palm with energy, and began to slap and then slap.

Don't blame him for hitting women. He doesn't want to.

This is not an ordinary woman.

But a blood sucking insect that takes the blood gas of all sentient beings as its nutrition.

They don't deserve to be called [people].

If the other party doesn't want to tell the truth, he will call the other party to tell the truth.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

The palm pumped wildly and blood splashed. Finally, he grabbed each other's hair and began to hit it with his knee.

He hit her more than ten times in a row. The woman was beaten by him and waved her hands indiscriminately, but it had no impact on Qi Yun at all.

Bang!

Qi Yun kicked her out and hit her hard against the wall.

The woman groaned miserably. Many bones on her body were broken again. Blood was visible in many places, panting heavily, her hair was scattered, and her beautiful eyes were ruddy and pitiful.

”Ha... Ha ha...”

The woman's eyebrows and eyes were like silk. She suddenly smiled. The more she smiled, the more she was full of enjoyment. Her body trembled, her hair was closed, and her laughter was full of laughter.

Qi Yun frowned.

Masochism?

He beat each other so hard that the other party not only didn't beg for mercy, but was laughing?

”What exactly is the origin?”

Qi Yun's eyes were gloomy.

”I don't have any history. You can fight if you want, but... Don't fight so hard, but don't fight so lightly...”

The woman gasped and smiled.

It seems that the beating just made her quite happy.

Qi Yun was surprised.

I've heard in previous lives that some people are masochists. The harder they fight, the cheaper they scold, and the more comfortable they are, but they're all heard. This is the first time I've met them.

He didn't know what to do for a moment.

How did you meet such a wonderful flower?

Kill or stay?

The other party gasped slightly and looked at Qi Yun with a smile. He seemed to be looking forward to it.

Bang!

Qi Yun's stick fell on the other party's forehead, blood splashed, and the body fell down without moving.

It's really a injustice for him to meet such a strange man.

He was upset, and a flame vigorous Qi appeared in his palm, ready to burn each other's body.

But just then, the other body suddenly changed, hissed, twisted back and forth, clattered, turned into a picture scroll and lay on the ground.

The beauty in the painting, with ice flesh and jade bones, a head of green silk, a tall body, an unparalleled face, with Yingying laughter, is in full bloom.

The only regret is that there is a loophole on the head of the beauty with blood stains.

Qi Yun's eyes narrowed and the cold light came out.

Not real?

He picked up the picture with an iron stick and his eyes were slightly frozen.

Is this another strange means?

Boom!

A layer of flame burned from the iron staff and rushed out in an instant, burning the whole picture into fly ash.

Qi Yun took a deep breath and his heart surged.

If the other person's body is not dead, it's really some trouble.

But it's not a big problem. When we meet again, we'll fight again.

…

A remote area, a mysterious palace.

The sound of whining came gently, and the faint white yarn danced. A gorgeous man woke up from his couch, with green silk like ink, ruddy eyes and whispering voice.

”Little Xianggong, you are the first person who dares to beat my family. It's really comfortable. I can't forget you and will never forget...”

Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside, and a young man's voice sounded.

”Ruyan, what's the matter with you?”

The woman returned to indifference and looked out of the room without emotion.

”Nothing.”

I don't want to say more.

The young man outside hesitated for a while, sighed in his heart and was unwilling to retreat.