43.The Merry Stepmother of the Demon Cult Leader (13)

Because of Cheng Yueshu's birthday, almost everyone in the sect gathered here.

There's no better opportunity to catch them all.

Cheng Yueshu stabbed more than ten people in a row, using boys and girls to make alchemy, some indiscriminately killing innocents at every turn, and also helping to abuse and destroy people.

After the killing, the long sword was curled up, and a thick layer of blood accumulated on the carpet, and the strong fishy smell was like a slaughterhouse.

"Gouging out his eyes and cutting off his hands at every turn, and engaging in feudal superstition, kidnapping boys and girls to sacrifice, even if he is a bad person, he has no style, no wonder people outside mention us and kill him quickly, which simply ruins the reputation of the Demon Sect."

Blood droplets fell from the tip of the long sword, and Cheng Yueshu hated that iron could not become steel.

Where did the people present dare to say anything, many people were so frightened that they peed their pants, and some people vomited when they saw the flesh and blood on the ground, completely forgetting how cruel they had been.

Only when we are truly facing death can we realize the preciousness of life.

Shao Haoer knew that his death was approaching, and sneered: "What kind of good man and woman are you pretending, the corpses on the ground are all your masterpieces." ”

Cheng Yueshu sighed, and then she reacted, this was the first time she had killed someone.

But she didn't feel the slightest discomfort, and all that surged through her was countless pleasures and another kind of emotion, clamoring to destroy everything she saw in front of her.

"I never said I was a good person."

After dying so many times, it is impossible for even a saint to maintain his original intention.

Cheng Yueshu walked up to Shao Hao'er and casually stabbed him in the shoulder with a long sword.

Shao Haoer let out a muffled snort and clutched at the carpet.

"You have the ability to kill me, you lewd and shameless bitch!"

Cheng Yueshu opened a few more holes in him boredly, watching the blood gurgling out, and his smile was more demonic than that of the Demon Sect.

"Don't try to provoke me, don't worry, I won't give you a good time."

Cheng Yueshu used her chin to signal a few dancing girls not far away to step forward.

"Bandage his wounds well, don't let people die."

The dancers stepped forward with the order, their faces full of happiness.

Shao Haoer is a pervert at all, he likes to dress up as a woman, and he is even more malicious towards those delicate-looking women, cutting their faces with knives at every turn, or finding a wrong place to throw them into a snake hole.

Now that they have the opportunity, although they bandaged Shao Haoer's wounds, they inevitably acted rudely, as if inadvertently pressing the ceramic shards on the wounds.

Shao Haoer let out a painful wail, lying on the ground like a dead dog, without the slightest strength to resist.

Cheng Yueshu turned around and walked to the high platform, and the long sword was dragged on the carpet, making a gurgling sound, which made people's teeth ache.

Looking down on the stage, both the dead and the alive were plunged into blood.

It's festive.

"Linglong incense is really easy to use, and sure enough, all beings are equal, what do you think?"

"That's what Madame said."

"What lady, you should be called the sect leader!"

The audience was busy with the sound of harmony, for fear that if it was too late, there would be an extra hole in the body.

Cheng Yueshu's ruthlessness far exceeded everyone's imagination, and even Fu Zhixiu kept silent early, trying his best to narrow his sense of existence.

Soon the voices from the audience converged, one higher than the other.

"Long live the Master! Banzai! Hooray! ”

"The leader of the sect will be passed down for thousands of generations, and the glory of this religion will be restored."

The clothes on Cheng Yueshu's body were soaked with blood, and it was indeed a well-deserved blood-clothed demon sect.

The woman raised her sword and threw it at the awe-inspiring gaze of the crowd.

Boom!

The sword stabbed deep into the pillar, barely half of it.

"Very good, those who know the times are Junjie, there is a way that there are no rules and no circle, and the messy habits of the past should also be changed, I will reformulate the five-year plan for the development of the sect, and the unified martial arts is just around the corner!"

"If there is a transgressor, it will be like this pillar!"

In the midst of the mountain cry of "Long live the sect leader" and "sect leader Shengming", Cheng Yueshu laughed.

Look, what a real villain is.

After this day, Cheng Yueshu had all the rights, but she did not dispose of her three sons, but raised them well.

As for Fu Zhixiu, he was kept in a narrow room by Cheng Yueshu, and he could only see the windows of the four directions.

Fu Zhixiu could no longer maintain a calm appearance, and couldn't help but ask Cheng Yueshu: "If you want to be the sect leader, I will naturally support you to ascend to the throne, why do you have to deal with me like this?" ”

He really didn't understand, even if he had any ideas, but he was sincere to Cheng Yueshu, why this woman was so hard-hearted.

Cheng Yueshu stroked his cheek and moved lightly.

"The right is only true if it is in your own hands, otherwise since you can give it to me, you can naturally take it back at any time, how boring it is."

Fu Zhixiu was silent for a long time before he spoke.

"But I really like you, and I treat you sincerely."

Cheng Yueshu seemed to hear some joke: "What is your true value?" Do you know what sincerity is? ”

"The so-called sincerity is like my ex-husband, people are dead, things are still left, if you die now, Elder Fu, I will definitely remember you day and night, and from then on you will become my white moonlight, how beautiful."

Fu Zhixiu chewed on the three words of Bai Yueguang, and for some reason he noticed a trace of sarcasm.

He is dead, do you still care if Cheng Yueshu remembers him?

"Forget it, I don't have anything to say about a woman like you, you are more cold and merciless than the snow on the top of the mountain."

"No, I still have a lot to say to you."

Cheng Yueshu grabbed Fu Zhixiu's hair and pulled it hard.

"Elder Fu has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for so many years, he should know a lot of secrets, but I can't hide it, if you hadn't reminded me before, I really wouldn't have thought of such a thing as turning Gong San."

"Then please tell me everything you know."

Cheng Yueshu had the means and patience to take out the inventory in Fu Zhixiu's stomach.

Just like a closed mussel shell, as long as enough salt water is added, the sand in the belly can be spit clean.

Cheng Yueshu, who was busy squeezing Fu Zhixiu dry, didn't know that the other person was in a state of panic.

Shao Haolin's heart is like soaking in bitter water, regret and hatred.

If he had known that Cheng Yueshu had guessed their plan, how would Shao Haolin dare to have the slightest idea.

Now he is not the smiling but ruthless Demon Sect Leader in the future, just a poor worm growing in the cracks.

Cowardice frightened him, if Cheng Yueshu beat him and scolded him, Shao Haolin could feel at ease.

Shao Haolin even rehearsed many times in front of the bronze mirror, how to cry bitterly when Cheng Yueshu came, and how to grovel and cry that he was deceived by the traitor.

But these were all useless, and Cheng Yueshu didn't even step into his yard for half a step.

Finally, Shao Haolin couldn't stand the terrible wait and decided to take the initiative.

On this day, Cheng Yueshu Gang walked out of the room where Fu Zhixiu was confined.

When I was thinking about what Fu Zhixiu had said, the truth about the Ghost Doctor Sect being destroyed a few years ago, I suddenly heard a sigh from the bamboo forest not far away.

"Third Young Master, get up quickly, you haven't eaten for three days, and if you continue like this, your body will completely collapse."

"No, I know that I am deeply guilty, I can only pray for A-Niang every day, unless A-Niang forgives me, I will never get up."