"Did I force you?"

"Why did I force you?"

"Who gave you the guts to say that I forced you!"

……

Yin Niang's eyes were even colder than before, and the strength of kicking Yin Tingting was heavier than one blow.

Yin Tingting's kicked eyes widened, the blood in her mouth spurted more and more, and the screams became more and more miserable.

The pretty girl may have vented the suffocation in her heart, or maybe she was exhausted by too much force, she stopped and calmed down her slightly rapid gasp.

"Ting'er, did I force you?"

Yin Tingting was already lying in a pool of blood, and the place where she was trampled on by Yin Qiao Niang was deeply dented, and it was obvious that the bones had been broken into unknown pieces.

Her face was pale, and her otherwise lifeless eyes were full of fear.

She shook her head vigorously, and her mouth made a "hmm" sound from time to time.

Hearing this familiar begging for mercy, Yin Pretty Niang's face gradually improved, she squatted down, pinched Yin Tingting's delicate chin, looked at the pair of frightened deer-like eyes, and a bewitching smile appeared on her lips: "Do you remember my education for you since childhood?" Well? ”

The sharp nails sank into Yin Tingting's soft skin, and she grinned in pain, but she didn't dare to resist, just nodded helplessly.

"That little brute, he didn't think of you as his at all, he was always using you, just to get the Soul Condensation. Instead of being angry at his use and betrayal, you are depressed because of him, do you know that you are wrong? ”

Yin Tingting's body stiffened, and she nodded after a moment of silence.

"Since you know that you are wrong, then go and kill that little beast!" Yin Qiao Niang clearly felt that Yin Tingting was trembling, and the fading color at the bottom of her eyes resurfaced, "What? Can't get started? ”

Yin Tingting's eyes drooped slightly, avoiding her gaze.

"Good! Good! Good! Rubbish! The pretty girl raised her hand and gave her an ear scraper, "It's in vain that I have worked so hard to cultivate you, the position of the saint, you don't have to sit anymore......"

"Holy Maiden? Hehehe! Yin Tingting, who had not made a sound all along, suddenly laughed.

Her white clothes were covered with large blood stains, her hair was messy and sticky to her face, stained with blood and sweat, and her high, swollen face was covered with clear scratches on her nails.

"There is no soul crystal, and now there is not even a soul condensing flute, is this still the saintess of the Yin and Yang family?" Yin Tingting raised her head suddenly, looked at Yin Qiaoniang, and pulled up a sarcastic smile, "Auntie, you have always been unwilling, right?" You don't want to be poked in the back and say that it is a substitute, so you will take the initiative to ask Ying to leave Donghuang. But have you ever wondered? What if you find the soul crystal? Your bloodline will always be lowly, and you will never be recognized by those people......"

Before Yin Tingting finished speaking, she was interrupted by the ensuing punches and kicks.

Yin Pretty Niang was like a beast that had been stepped on by the tail, roaring wildly, and she didn't stop until she had only one breath left to beat Yin Tingting.

"Originally, I wanted to give you a chance, but you don't want to, then wait here to die!" The pretty girl kicked her fiercely, turned around and brushed her sleeves away.

Her jet-black hair swayed behind her, and from time to time there were flashes of turquoise fluorescent.

Yin Tingting stared at her back, her red lips curled, and she fell into a coma.

The pretty girl has been in a rage, and she hasn't noticed anything unusual at all.