Sure enough, it is better to seek yourself than to seek others.    ?

It is better to expect others to be reliable than to expect yourself...

Because Ye Feng and his team kept running around to avoid Ye Qingluan's pursuit, the place they were caught was not far from the head of the Ming Cult.

Ye Qingluan rode the Qingluan divine bird and carried the dying cat, carrying Ye Feng, and returned to her old territory in just half an hour.

Of course, she did not make Ning Xuemo feel better along the way.

As long as you see her a little awake, you will start to torment her.

Her magic is indeed powerful. She can toss Ning Xuemo's soul without damaging the white cat's body. She has not yet disappeared from the feeling of being flooded, and she has begun to taste the feeling of being almost blown into pieces by a hurricane...

Whenever her soul could not hold on to fall apart, Ye Qingluan tried to gather her again.

After a little stability, continue to torment her.

Ning Xuemo finally realized that death was such a difficult thing!

Finally I knew there was such punishment in this world...

"Little girl, it seems that you are too ignorant of the sky and the earth. I will let you learn your lessons well!" Ning Xuemo was half-drowning and half-darken, and heard Ye Qingluan's words.

The voice was as cold and noble as she usually said, but the words were bloodthirsty and cruel...

Ning Xuemo replied to her in a daze: "Old woman, aunt will wait and see!"

After saying this, it was carried with a cool breeze and continued to taste the taste of hurricane crack...

...

When Ning Xuemo was a little awake again, she opened her eyes and found that she was in a hall.

Her eyes slowly turned and she recognized that the hall was a side hall of Ye Qingluan.

There are not many things in the side hall.

But each piece looks quite weird.

There are red and black whips, light blue nail boards, and even a guillotine...

The most conspicuous thing is the big tripod in the middle of the hall. There are light green flames burning under the big tripod, and boiling oil rolling inside the tripod.

This place looks like a torture room. The only difference between this place and other places is that the torture instruments in other places are real, while the torture instruments in this place seem to be empty.

It was covered with a layer of light green, like silhouettes...

"Miss, you are so brave! You dare to provoke me! I am still too kind to you. If you don't let you taste these punishments, you will be lawless..."

Ye Qingluan lifted Ning Xuemo up, looked at its eyes, and smiled gently: "You said, which one should I let you taste first? Have you heard of the Eighteenth Hell? Go up the Knife Mountain, go down the oil pan, and roll the two halves of the knife...or maybe try the taste of the torture whip first?"

After a flood, the wind broke through several rounds of wind, her mind was already drowsy. Even Ye Qingluan said nothing clearly. She only heard the eighteenth level of hell...

Her eyes were staring at the whip, and she couldn't react for a moment.

This bastard woman wants to whip her?

Haha, aren't she afraid of slapping her baby cat?

She smiled in a daze. When she was desperate, she lost no one: "No one wants a bitch, just let the horse come over... Look, I'll be afraid of you!"

"Bastard!" Ye Qingluan's face changed. This bitch who no one wanted stimulated her.
Chapter completed!