"Smack~" The leather whip whipped the air next to Leng Xiaohan's ears, his eyes subconsciously closed, and his neck shrank.

Feeling no pain, Leng Xiaohan opened his eyes and looked at the leather whip that appeared again in Wen Qiurou's hand, his eyes were full of anger. Only in the end, this anger slowly turned into helplessness.

was stunned by Leng Xiaohan's eyes, and Wen Qiurou looked at Leng Xiaohan for a long time. When Wen Qiurou came back to her senses again, she slowly raised her leather whip, and her eyes were full of unkindness when she looked at Leng Xiaohan.

"Smack~"

"Pretty hard-mouthed?"

"Smack~"

"To say or not to say?"

"Smack~"

"To say or not to say?"

"Smack~"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

The leather whip that split his head and covered his face stunned Leng Xiaohan, and the thought of saying everything appeared in his mind. But no matter what Leng Xiaohan thought, he couldn't think of what Wen Qiurou asked.

"Stop!" yelled, and after Wen Qiurou's leather whip stopped, Leng Xiaohan's tone immediately weakened again: "What did you just ask?"

"Hmm—hmm..." The leather whip drooped on the ground, and Wen Qiurou couldn't think of what she had asked. The embarrassment stayed on her face for a second, and Wen Qiurou coughed twice and nodded: "I asked you how you survived that calamity." ”

After staring at Wen Qiurou for a long time, Leng Xiaohan struggled excitedly and angrily: "Are you blind to me, or am I stupid?" Do you think I didn't see the expression on your face just now? You didn't ask at all before, right?"

Seeing Wen Qiurou blushing with shame and embarrassment and lowering her head, Leng Xiaohan felt more and more reasonable. With a flash of light in his eyes, Leng Xiaohan immediately made a decision, not only his tone became more and more reasonable, but his voice also became higher and higher.

"You beat me without asking, are you embarrassed? Did I say I wouldn't say it? Are you worthy of me who is ready to answer all questions?

Do you know how much damage you've done to me? I won't say anything else, now I'm just..."

"You... You actually yelled at me?" Stretching out his hand and pointing at Leng Xiaohan, Wen Qiurou's eyes instantly turned red: "My father and mother have never yelled at me since I was a child, you actually yelled at me?"

was forcibly interrupted by Wen Qiurou, and Leng Xiaohan looked at Wen Qiurou with an aggrieved face: "What kind of road is this mother?"

The reason why Leng Xiaohan said that just now was to see that Wen Qiurou was not an old monster, or even a little white who was not old or had little experience.

If it was other monks, in the case of crushing Leng Xiaohan with strength, they would definitely not stupidly chase Leng Xiaohan for more than two hundred miles.

Especially when Leng Xiaohan caught Wen Qiurou's mistake, Wen Qiurou's performance. Leng Xiaohan affirmed one thing even more: "This guy is a little white." ’

So Leng Xiaohan made a very cheap move, and Leng Xiaohan forgot where he saw it. In short, it's a little bit, catch the other party's mistakes and don't let go.

Repeat and amplify the other party's mistakes countless times, repeat and amplify your own harm countless times, and make the guilt in the other party's heart also increase countless times.

When the other party has no master, and the guilt is about to suffocate and collapse, put forward his own conditions, so as to achieve his own goals.

It's just that Wen Qiurou's reaction was beyond Leng Xiaohan's expectations, and she looked down at Wen Qiurou who was crying and crying sluggishly. Wen Qiurou's cries, grievances, and complaints kept coming from her ears, and Leng Xiaohan felt that she was a scumbag who played with the other party's feelings.

"Shut up!" opened his mouth and roared, Leng Xiaohan twisted his body angrily: "You cry fart, are you a captive or am I a captive? It should be me who should cry?"

Wen Qiurou, who was humming and crying, was stunned for a moment, and slowly reacted: "Hmm, yes!"

"Smack~"

The leather whip in his hand was whipped on Leng Xiaohan again, and Wen Qiurou rubbed her red eyes: "Is there a problem with beating you? You are now my prisoner, I can beat you as much as I want." Do you have an opinion?"

"Smack~"

"Say!"

"Smack~"

"Speak quickly!"

"It's okay, what am I talking about?" and Leng Xiaohan's hands are tied now, otherwise Leng Xiaohan would have to pump himself a few big mouths.

Looking at the woman with a gentle little face below, whose IQ doesn't seem to be very high, Leng Xiaohan had some ideas.

"Actually, this is one of my secret techniques, as long as I sacrifice ten thousand of the same kind when the Heavenly Tribulation is condensed, I can transfer the Heavenly Tribulation to others. His eyes were full of sincerity, and Leng Xiaohan brought his acting skills to the extreme.

looked at Leng Xiaohan in disbelief, and finally Wen Qiurou's eyes still turned into belief: "Yes! If it weren't for that, who would find their enemies during the tribulation." If it weren't for that, why would Leng Xiaohan keep killing people?

You must know that when the nine of us came to the mine, the power of the Heavenly Tribulation was no longer something that the Tribulation Period monks could follow. If it weren't for this secret technique, Leng Xiaohan would never have survived that catastrophe. ’

"Tell me about this secret technique!" Wen Qiurou nodded, and her face returned to normal. Except that his eyes were still a little infrared, Wei Zheng hung on his face.

Staring at Wen Qiurou, Leng Xiaohan said very naturally: "If this secret art can be said and written, and everyone can practice, can it still be called a secret art?"

"What do you mean... This secret technique can only be learned by yourself?" Wen Qiurou frowned tightly, very unhappy and helpless at the same time.

His brain was running rapidly, but Leng Xiaohan didn't pause at all: "Yes, this secret technique is only something I can learn, but it's not that it can't be used in others."

You should have discovered my two friends when you hid there before, right? Then you should have sensed that the two of them had become distracted monks by surviving the catastrophe together. ”

"Is that the use of others?" thought about it for a while, and then Wen Qiurou remembered the changes in the two girls who had been ignored by herself. Her eyes lit up, and Wen Qiurou looked at Leng Xiaohan with bright eyes.

That kind of gaze full of desire, thirst, and possession made Leng Xiaohan shiver. Twisting his body, Leng Xiaohan's head moved up and down quickly.

"Exactly, it's a pity that I can't cast a spell on you now. Otherwise, you won't have to worry about the tribulation in the future. ”

The situation that the other party expected to let go immediately did not appear, and Leng Xiaohan looked down. Seeing the thoughts in the other party's eyes, Leng Xiao's cold heart fell down.

Hurriedly restraining his mind, Leng Xiaohan tried his best to control his emotions and expressions. After staring at Leng Xiaohan for a long time, Wen Qiurou suddenly smiled.

"Just tell me what the conditions are! I don't believe that a sacrifice of 10,000 people can avoid such a powerful catastrophe. ”

"Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you!" let out a long breath, and Leng Xiaohan appropriately showed an expression that Wen Qiurou could see through.

The corners of his mouth twitched, Leng Xiaohan did not speak, but twisted his body wildly. Glancing at Leng Xiaohan, Wen Qiurou waved her hand and put Leng Xiaohan down.

Slowly moving his wrist, facing the woman whose IQ was back online, Leng Xiaohan was really a little stunned in her heart: "No matter what, the other party is not something that he can shake now." ’