As soon as Yan Hui entered the courtyard, Chu Feishuang sat in the courtyard and waited for him, it was a middle-aged beautiful woman, her appearance was somewhat similar to Yan Hui, and her temperament was the same as cold.

"Where have you been?" Chu Feishuang asked indifferently.

Yan Hui lowered his eyes slightly, "Scatter!"

"Get on your knees!"

Yan Hui knelt straight in the courtyard, Chu Feishuang stood up, his face was full of anger, his right hand fell, the long whip was in his hand, Yan Hui's face remained unchanged, "You even have to lie to your mother, you went to see the Nian Jin Book." ”

Yan Hui knelt in silence and did not answer.

Chu Feishuang raised the whip and landed on Yan Hui's back, the long whip cut through Yan Hui's clothes, the blood stains gradually stained the red shirt, Yan Hui's eyebrows did not move, and he knelt straight.

Chu Feishuang asked sharply, "Say, where did you go?"

"Distracted!"

Chu Feishuang dropped another whip, the whip marks tore apart the red shirt, revealing the bloody flesh, and the goose was in cold sweat on his forehead, and the pain was extreme, but he couldn't bear it.

He was used to pain.

"Nian Jinshu is the most ordinary of the children of this generation of families, and everyone has higher qualifications than her, just because she was reincarnated into a good family, so half of her life is smooth. Such a girl, innocent, lively, and splendid, don't you like it very much?" Chu Feishuang's tone was soft, as if tempting him.

Yan replied indifferently, "I hate her." ”

"Who doesn't like such a woman, simple, innocent, and my mother likes it too. Chu Feishuang held the long whip and sighed mournfully, "We are already a marginal sect of the Immortal Sect all night, even if the qualifications of Nian Jinshu are poor, we are also the eldest lady of the Nian family, since your father died, you are also a waste, don't be delusional, add jokes in vain." ”

"Yes!"

Chu Feishuang seemed to have just realized that she had made a ruthless move, and she helped Yanhui up with a motherly heart, with tears in her eyes, "Did my mother hurt you?"

On his back, blood was dripping, and under the torn clothes, the whip marks were staggered, but Yan Hui looked indifferent, "Mother, the child doesn't hurt." ”

Chu Feishuang sighed gloomily, "No matter how ordinary the qualifications of the Nian Jinshu are, there is a genius brother on it who is as carefree as he is." Bitter you, you have cultivated hard since you were a child, and your cultivation has not made any progress, and you are so tired that you suffer from the cold eyes of the children of the family, if your father is here, even if you have ordinary talents, you can also be a carefree young master. ”

Yan Hui did not answer, he stood indifferently in the courtyard, cold and arrogant, Xiao Changfeng, the young master of Jiuyun Mountain, became famous in the battle of the human and demon border last year, and he was already famous in Xianmen at a young age, but Yan Hui was mediocre in talent, every year the children of the family competed in the sword, Yan Hui was the last one, and was ridiculed by the children of Xianmen, and gradually declined from the heyday of the night night, and has become a marginal sect of Xianmen.

The waste master is the title that people give him behind his back.

Chu Feishuang hated that iron could not become steel, and he just had a motherly heart, and in the blink of an eye, he shouted wildly, "Your father became famous at a young age, six arts, and cultivated to be the first place in the world forever, why are you so useless?

Yan Hui lowered his head, indifferent, Chu Feishuang waved the long whip and smashed it on the ground, and the long whip faintly exuded demonic energy.

Yan retracted his gaze, and Chu Feishuang smiled coldly, "You remember, only by extinguishing love can you realize the heavenly opportunity and break through the predicament as soon as possible." ”

"Yes!"

Chu Feishuang turned to leave, as if he had never seen the injuries on Yanhui's body.

As soon as he left, the traceless who had been in the corner hurried over, "Young master, you ......"

Yan Hui raised his hand and stopped Traceless's words, Traceless helped him sit down, Chu Feishuang's long whip was a famous product, it hurt extremely well on him, the wound was cracked, and there was a thin sweat on his forehead, from childhood to adulthood, he had been whipped countless times, from the beginning of crying to numbness, no one knew his mental journey.

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No Liability Small Theatre

Yan Hui: Ah Jin, I was beaten again.

Jinshu: Does it hurt?

Yan Hui: It hurts to death, my mother is so ruthless.

Jinshu: Hee-hee, good fight!

Yan Hui: You are so ruthless, you don't feel sorry for me.

Jinshu: Mother, bring the whip, let's beat him together.