Chapter 1317 (2/2)

Hongti doesn't know the way, but little apple is familiar with the Lotus Mountain Gate. It should have come back long ago, but why didn't she come? Is there any accident?

No, the present god Jiuli has hardly seen the little apple. Hongti should have seen them for the first time. Now he knows their names and asks her.

Did they fall into the hands of Jiuli God?

”what did you do with them?”

God Jiuli did not speak, but covered her eyes with her hand gently, with a slight coolness. Some hoarse voice sounded in her ear: ”snow clothes Mo, if you can come back, this seat will tell you their news!”

Ning Xuemo's heart sank suddenly, then her whole body was thrown up.

In the innumerable fire, she saw the cold look and pale face of shenjiuli, and then the scalding medicine came to drown her in all directions.

She wanted to struggle, but she couldn't move. She could only watch herself sink into the medicine soup and the oil purgatory.

Until it finally sank into the deep, no trace could be seen.

The top medicine soup of the tripod is rippling and rippling.

Ningxuemo has heard of eighteen layers of hell in some myths and legends, one of which is going through the fire and cooking oil. It is said that when people do evil, they will be fried and fried in the oil pan, but they will not die. They always bear it repeatedly and bear it again

She didn't know what she had done. She even tasted it when she was alive!

The taste of cooking oil! What it's like to live or die!

It hurts! The burning pain in the heart.

Her skin was intact, but every inch of flesh and blood seemed to be fried in an oil pan.