"Perverted!

"Phew!"

A mouthful of saliva spewed out of the crowd, and as soon as Cen Duxiao raised his hand, the saliva turned around and sprayed into the crowd.

The monks wanted to hide, but they were suppressed by the black qi and couldn't dodge.

"Don't eat it, do you?" Cen Duxiao raised her eyebrows and met the monk's gaze, and the monk was stunned, grabbing his severed hand and devouring it.

He chewed on the bones of his fingers, crunching them, his teeth clenched, and swallowed them together, and the flesh on his mouth was blurred, gushing out large patches of blood.

In the end, he gnawed and gnawed, not even letting go of his own tongue, and bit down and swallowed it all into his stomach.

The monk died of pain, and his throat made a whining sound, and he could not say a word.

The monks were so disgusted with their eyes closed that they didn't dare to look at it, and a few of them had a little less psychological capacity, squatting down and retching.

Fuso suddenly sobered up, and his fingertips tapped on the acupuncture points on the monk's back, and the monk fainted, finally stopping hurting himself.

He quickly teleported to Cen Duxiao's side, grabbed her shoulder, and said lightly: "Ah Yan, your punishment for them is enough, there is no need to kill them all, let them go, I'm fine." ”

Cen Duxiao touched the wound on his neck, spiritual power flowed, and his wound gradually healed.

Cen Duxiao's eyes were full of anger, Rao is Fusang is a warm spring rain could not calm her anger.

She dragged him behind her and hissed, "Let them go, why? They hurt you, I want their lives!!"

A sharp voice streaked through the sky, and the black qi enveloped everyone, lifting the monks up and levitating them off the ground.

Fusang stood in front of her and comforted her softly: "Ah Yan, the top priority is to find out the real culprits, they are just being used by others, you know that someone is framing you, you can't jump into the trap." ”

He hugged her, pressed his face against her neck, and he patted her on the back like a child to sleep, "Today is our big day, you don't want to get bloody, do you?"

The monks did not touch the ground, their whole bodies were being pulled and torn, like the corpses of five horses, and they did not have the strength to resist.

They heard that Fuso was actually interceding for them?

What are these two people singing? Is it some kind of fun?

Even if they die, they don't need the mercy of the devil!

"Devil, you don't have to be pretty! Even if we die here today, we don't need your pretense of being pitiful!"

"You will have retribution in the coming day!"

"God is watching! You two demons will be punished for doing many evils!"

Fusang's face froze, and he turned around and scolded: "Shut up! I can't stop you from looking for death, right?"

The monks looked at death as if they were at home, and shouted in unison: "Defend the right path to the death!"

"You see, they won't think of you at all. ”

Cen Duxiao looked at these monks who were as crazy as if they had entered a cult, she was unexpectedly not angry, and the reaction of these people was what she expected.

She caressed Fusang's face, the blood in her pupils gradually faded, and she said: "Yizhi, I am very sober, I have not been used by the power of the demon god, perhaps, I am as cruel and vicious as they say in my bones, I have suppressed it for too long, I don't want to endure it anymore." ”

Fusang was startled, the signs of her falling into the demon had subsided, she was Cen Duxiao at the moment, not a demon god who couldn't control herself, why was her murderous aura still so heavy?

"No, you're not ......"

Before he finished his sentence, Cen Duxiao stretched out a soft finger and pointed it at his lips, "You are too kind, they don't deserve your good, they deserve to die!"

Fusang suddenly remembered something, hurriedly held her hand, and said hurriedly: "You can't kill people, Ah Yan, don't kill people, God...... God, he won't let you go!"

When it comes to the way of heaven, Cen Duxiao is even more shocked, and her voice is ethereal like a ghost urging her life: "Then I will kill them and fight with the sky again!"

Boom –

A thunderclap rang out like a cannon, boiling over the already unquiet night.

Fusang looked up at the vision of the sky, he couldn't help but be stunned, he looked at her again, he was so anxious but unable to stop it, he could only lower his tone and say, "Let's leave quickly, okay? Let's go, leave these people alone!"

He suddenly felt a resistance in front of him, and she was pushing him away! She still didn't give up killing these people!

He hugged her with all his might, surrounded by black gas, and he was in a hurry to get his wits and imprinted her lips.

His slightly cool and soft lips came up, and she exhaled softly, her body trembling for a while and then softening, and the black aura suddenly faded.

She loved him so much that no matter how many times she kissed him, his kisses always tugged at her heartstrings and ruffled her thoughts.

The fire in her chest is about to be extinguished, and with him, she is willing to hold back the monstrous hatred and let go of the obsession of erasing everything.

He was a light in her heart, a star in her eyes, a bone and blood in her body, all she had, her only salvation.

As he said, he loved her, and she had seeped into his bones, melted into his blood, and could not be abandoned, and so did she.

Well, for him, she can let go of her hatred, isn't it just a few lives? If she lets it go, she will let it go, she wants her wife to sing with her husband, as long as he is happy.

She withdrew the strength that had trapped the monks, and despite the disdainful and hateful gazes of the crowd present, she wrapped her arms around his waist and wrestled with his selfless lips.

The monks held on to the wounded sore spots, and were about to retreat but felt unwilling, they couldn't let them go like this!

This time, she pretended to let them go, and next time!

And what about the people who died unjustly at the inn!

These two people are simply vicious, and even more indecent!

It's not a pity for them to die!

Cen Duxiao kissed Fusang's lips, but there was a hint of fishy sweetness in his mouth, he ...... He's bleeding!

A sword pierced through his chest, Fusang's body softened, the cold blade stirred his flesh and blood, and the tip of the sword pierced through his chest fiercely, and in an instant, blood flowed like an infusion!

"Ahh

Cen Duxiao screamed, tears streaming down her eyes, and her eyes were full of his blood.

Blood......

The blood is hot, and it is the heart that was born for her! It is because with the heart that he has weakness, and he is no longer an invincible heavenly sword.

The blood is also cold, he repays his grievances with virtue, pleads for those who hurt him, he knows that these people will not repay the kindness, he still does not want to take people's lives, and a piece of Dan heart was stabbed with a sword!

He has no heart more than heart, and these people have a heart as if they have no heart!

Outside the Light Dust Temple, here, it seems that time overlaps, and the scene is shockingly familiar.

These righteous and awe-inspiring monks are still them, they have always been them! They are not the same people, but they are the same kind of people!

Time and time again, they were impassioned and angry to defend the right path and get rid of the demon gods.

How lucky these people are to meet Fusang, to meet such a benevolent Fusang.

But they never know how to be grateful, and they never know what to do!!

Cen Duxiao only felt that the blood was cold and the teeth were cold, cold to the bones, cold to the bone marrow, and even the bones were cold and painful!

They don't deserve to live, they deserve to die!