Bu Songyue walked to Qiao Shuying's side, and the two looked down at Mu Zisu together, "Shuying, what a coincidence, our classmates from Danfeng Academy actually got together after three years?" ”

Qiao Shuying grew a lotus step by step, and there was still a gentle smile on her innocent face, "Yes, I haven't seen you for three years, you are still the same, and you haven't changed at all." She turned her head slightly, looking at Mu Zisu, her eyes were full of poison.

"Even if a little waste has wings, it will still be a waste in the end." Behind the gentle voices, there is endless coldness.

Mu Zisu desperately supported his body, looking at the black and oppressive crowd, which meant that the hero was at the end of his rope.

"I see, you are all calculating! Bu Songyue, you installed a traitor in the Palace of Eternal Life, right? And you Qiao Shuying, the Shenxiao Sect is located in the east of Nanzhan Buzhou, but you have to come thousands of miles away, just to see my jokes, right? ”

Qiao Shuying opened her big innocent eyes and said, "Sister Zisu, what are you talking about?" I'm really just passing through. ”

As she spoke, she and Bu Songyue laughed and trembled, quite pleasantly.

"But, Sister Zisu, why haven't you been a little doll for three years? I heard that you will never grow up" She shook her head regretfully and said, "You said that if Zimo saw you, would he dislike you very much?" ”

Bu Songyue smiled and said, "What, without your master's blood, have you turned back into that little waste again?" ”

Mu Zisu was shocked, she even knew this?!

- Who is this mole!

Before she could react, Bu Songyue condensed the vitality of fire in her hands in the air, and fireballs fell on Mu Zisu's body like raindrops.

Without vitality to protect her body, the heart-rending pain instantly broke her, she fell to her knees, spitting blood from her mouth, and the wounds all over her body were gurgling and bleeding, Mu Zisu only felt that her body was shattered into pieces, but there was no room to fight back.

Bu Songyue laughed arrogantly, "It doesn't feel good to have no strength, right?" Mu Zisu, this is retribution, the retribution of the present world! ”

Mu Zisu choked and coughed up a mouthful of blood and said, "If you think that killing me can relieve my anger, you can do it." But I—please, spare the people of the Palace of Eternal Life, count me as begging you. ”

"Please? Who are you to ask me? I won't kill you, I'm going to keep you alive and let you see the scene where the sects you desperately guarded were killed by me one by one. You've got to keep your eyes open for me! ”

Bu Songyue grabbed her head, made her kneel in front of Yang Ying'er, grabbed her head again and again, and pressed it to the ground, making a 'dong dong' sound.

Yang Ying'er, who was already crazy, didn't know what was going on, she just smiled vigorously, very happily.

Darkness, endless darkness before her eyes.

The feeling of powerlessness that had once struck her heart again, accompanied by a deep despair, like a poisonous snake winding up her spine. Master will never come to save her again, she has lost her strength, she is nothing. What gluttony, what head of the Immortal Palace.

She was just the little waste who was bullied in Danfeng Academy back then.

What is hard work, and what's the use of fighting for your life? She couldn't protect anything. Those gentlemen in the academy were right, they were not qualified to have dreams. Her pipa bones were born crippled, and there was no possibility of cultivating them at all.

Now she has nothing...... Nothing left......

In his ears, there was the ridicule of Qiao Shuying and Bu Songyue.

"You see she's like a wild dog when she was a kid. Homeless wild dogs. ”

"Her master doesn't want her anymore."

"Little waste, always waste!"