"Smelly bitch, what did you say?" The jailer played with the whip in his hand, his small eyes full of viciousness.

Thinking that the Red Lotus Charm might have shed blood in the sky at this time, but she could do nothing, Jin Pingyue's heart was filled with unspeakable hatred. She ignored the cruelty of the jailer and yelled, "You are just a beast.

No, you are worse than a beast!"

"You bitch, I'll tell you to be tough!" the jailer roared, swung his whip and whipped Jin Pingyue.

Lin Qingfeng saw the opportunity quickly, suddenly reached out his hand, and held the whip slightly in his hand. Although his cultivation was sealed, Lin Qingfeng's skills were still nimble.[

"Prisoners are human beings too, and I won't allow you to commit any more crimes!" Lin Qingfeng roared.

Last time, the jailer was intimidated by Lin Qingfeng's power and showed a bit of timidity. He was holding a grudge. Now seeing Lin Qingfeng standing up again, he snorted coldly, trembled his wrist slightly, and suddenly felt a surge of energy.

Act on the whip.

Lin Qingfeng's cultivation was blocked, how could he resist? He felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand, and he couldn't help but let go of his hand.

"Brother Lin!" Jin Pingyue couldn't help but exclaimed. The palm of Lin Qingfeng's palm was filled with blood, and a deep blood groove was cut out by the whip.

He quickly tore off a piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes and wrapped Lin Qingfeng's hand.

Ignoring the burning pain that came from the palm of his hand, Lin Qingfeng stared at the jailer with a pair of eyes filled with hatred.

The jailer laughed gloomily a few times and said coldly, "Don't you like to show off your power randomly? This is my punishment for you! How about it, it tastes good, right? Hehe..."

"You beast, I will kill you!" The drunken monk gritted his teeth and rushed towards the jailer. Unfortunately, there was an iron fence between them, so the drunken monk could not vent his anger.

The jailer was not rude. When he saw the drunken monk, he rushed forward. The whip in his hand suddenly turned into a black lightning. With a snap, he hit the drunken monk hard. His skin and flesh were torn open and blood flowed freely.

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But the drunken monk seemed not to feel anything. He just stretched out his hand through the gap in the iron fence, frantically trying to catch the jailer.

"I'll kill you, I'll kill you!" The drunk monk looked almost crazy.

"Monk, don't be like this!" When Jin Pingyue saw this, she hurriedly rushed forward, trying to drag the drunken monk back to prevent him from suffering any further losses.

Unexpectedly, before she could pull the drunken monk back, the jailer's whip suddenly fell on her body, causing Jin Pingyue to cry out in pain and fall to the ground.

"Pingyue!" Lin Qingfeng rushed over quickly, his eyes almost bulging out of anger.

The jailer seemed to be watching a lively show and burst into bursts of proud laughter.

"Bah!" The jailer was laughing happily when the drunk monk suddenly took a mouthful of thick phlegm and spit it out without any hesitation, right into the jailer's mouth.

"Hahaha...hahaha..." With this breath of bad breath, the drunk monk couldn't help but look up to the sky and let out a burst of hearty laughter.

The jailer's eyes were red with anger after all the fuss. He clenched the poisoned whip in his hand and suddenly raised it. The whip turned into a poisonous needle, flashing with a cold black light, and stabbed the drunken monk's throat.

After passing by, it was clear that he had murderous intentions.

"Monk, be careful!" Seeing that the drunken monk had no intention of dodging, Lin Qingfeng was shocked and threw him to the ground.[

The drunken monk rolled Lin Qingfeng off his body and said angrily, "Old Lin, I, the great monk, have never been humiliated like this in my life. I would rather die happily!" After that, he turned over and stood up.

, glared at the jailer, and shouted hysterically, "Come on, kill me, you bastard!"

The Drunken Monk appears to be a monk, but in fact it is limited to his appearance. Not to mention that he eats meat and drinks alcohol, and regards the Buddhist precepts as child's play. In his heart, he is an out-and-out layman. He has a bold personality, full of passion, clear love and hate, and extremely

He values ​​dignity. The humiliation he suffered in this dungeon has long exceeded the bottom line that his heart can bear. At this time, he has already aspired to die in order to be freed.

Lin Qingfeng had been friends with Zui Monk for decades, so how could he not understand him? After listening to his words, it was like eating coptis, with bitterness in his mouth and heart.

He wanted to persuade the drunk monk, but Lin Qingfeng's mind was blank and he didn't know what to say. In fact, in his subconscious, did he not have the same thoughts as the drunk monk?

"You damn bald donkey, go to hell!" The jailer roared, and the whip shadow started again.

Although he was determined to die, there was still a strong unwillingness in the drunken monk's heart. His unwillingness to die in the hands of a villain like the jailer really ruined his reputation as a drunken monk. But there was nothing he could do, in such a situation

Under this, living will only continue to bear endless humiliation.

The drunk monk did not close his eyes, but opened his eyes wide and stared at the jailer fiercely. He kept reminding himself that he must remember the jailer's face firmly and trample him to death in the next life.

, to avenge oneself.

Lin Qingfeng did not dissuade him, nor did he come to rescue him again, but he had already made up his mind that after the drunken monk died, he would not continue to live.

It is said that there is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever. Lin Qingfeng, Drunken Monk, and Jin Pingyue have never been apart for decades. At this time, they have to say goodbye. Jin Pingyue has tears in her eyes, and she has always been the most delicate in her thoughts.

How could she not understand the thoughts of Lin Qingfeng and Zui Monk?

Just as the drunken monk was quietly waiting for the moment of death, just before the jailer's whip was about to pierce the drunken monk's throat, a water-blue light suddenly lit up. Before the jailer could react,

Come here, the whip in his hand is broken inch by inch in this aqua light.

"Who?" The jailer's whip was destroyed and his face was full of annoyance.

The faces of Drunken Monk, Lin Qingfeng, and Jin Pingyue were filled with surprise.

"You are a thief, you actually want to kill my uncle?" Fang Xianer's beautiful voice slowly came over.

"It's Xian'er!?" Lin Qingfeng couldn't believe his ears, and looked at Zui Monk and Jin Pingyue with his eyes full of inquiry and verification.

Jin Pingyue was so excited that she almost jumped up and said repeatedly, "It's Xian'er, it's Xian'er!"

Just as Jin Pingyue exclaimed excitedly, Fang Xianer floated over like a fairy.
Chapter completed!