Author: Gongsun Xiaoyue

Fatong whispered: "The poor monk doesn't know these things, and he doesn't know any secret skills."

"Yeah?"

Fuyu turned his hand and broke off one of Hua Ruoxi's fingers.

Hua Ruoxi screamed miserably and passed out.

Fatong was shaking all over and could no longer maintain his composure.

"Where is King Xuan?" Fuyu asked.

"King Xuan drank medicine earlier and was sleeping."

"You use the soul-moving technique to exchange the souls of the young master and King Xuan!"

"No!" Fatong flatly refused.

"What are you hesitating about?" Fuyu sneered, "King Xuan can't live for a few days. Don't you want him to live for a long time? Aren't you the best of friends?"

Fatong said angrily: "That's not him!"

"Why not?" Fuyu said nonchalantly, "I have to remind you one thing. I am not discussing with you now, I am ordering you." His hand caught Hua Ruoxi's neck and slowly closed it.

, "If you don't want to watch her slowly be tortured to death by me, just do as I say!"

Fatong was struggling in his heart, but his reason was still there: "No, I can't do that."

"Alas." Fuyu sighed, "It seems you don't care about this woman's life or death. Then, I have to add a little more chips. Bring her here!"

As his voice fell, a man jumped down from the courtyard wall.

This person was dressed in a blue shirt, with a blue scarf on his face. He had a slim figure, and it was obvious at first glance that he was a woman.

Holding a sack in her hand, she walked over easily and untied the sack.

After seeing the person in the sack clearly, Fatong lost his voice: "Master!"

"Hey, considering the old monk's life, do you think we can make a deal?" Fuyu smiled evilly.

The woman in blue lifted Master Huiyuan and punched him in the stomach.

Master Huiyuan groaned in pain, his gray beard trembling.

Fa Tong was heartbroken and couldn't help crying: "Master, Master..."

"Do as I say, or I will torture them both to death slowly and bit by bit." Fuyu said, and slapped Hua Ruoxi hard on the face.

Hua Ruoxi lost two of her teeth and her mouth was filled with blood.

Fatong collapsed and fell to his knees, crying: "Don't do this, please, don't torture them like this..."

"I know you will compromise. Come on, I have prepared what you need. Don't waste time, otherwise they will still die."

Fuyu threw Hua Ruoxi to the woman in blue, then pushed Tang Qing's wheelchair towards the house.

Fatong looked at the dying master and Hua Ruoxi, whose face was covered in blood, and let out a sob from the depths of his throat.

"Go!" The woman in blue kicked the old monk. The old monk spat out a mouthful of blood and lay on the ground like a puddle of mud.

"No, don't do this, I'm going, I'm going now!"

Fatong turned around trembling and crying, followed Fuyu, and staggered into the house.

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Ying Ning heard someone calling her name.

She desperately opened her eyes and immediately felt a sharp pain in the back of her head.

The memory of before coma came back, Ying Ning shouted "Ci'er" and got up suddenly.

It was already dusk, and the surroundings were dim.

When she saw Ci'er lying aside, she quickly picked him up and touched his head and breathing, "Ci'er, Ci'er, wake up!"

Ci'er hummed a few times, opened her eyes, looked at Ying Ning, then looked around, and asked blankly: "Mother, it's dark, where are we?"

"We are still at Sanhua Temple. Ci'er, don't talk yet."

Ying Ning made sure that he was fine, so she felt relieved, pulled him to his feet, and walked towards the house.

Her heart was beating involuntarily.

Her intuition told her that something was wrong.
Chapter completed!