Zhuo Yuan was drowned in the raging waves, trying to maintain a calm state of mind, although her face became crimson and a little embarrassed. There was a toss in the chest, fishy, sour, and from time to time rushing to the throat. Zhuo Yuan kept swallowing Qiong Ze in a big gulp, and forcibly pressed the filth that was about to gush out.

"Senior sister, go back, I'll be on duty." Yu Ying appeared in front of the dormitory. Said a word without waves.

"Hmmm......". Zhuo Yuan originally wanted to say a few words of thanks. A stream of filth almost took the opportunity to break out of the most rearmost pass. Zhuo Yuan covered her mouth and disappeared.

Yu Ying stared at the dormitory. A soundproof cover was released casually, covering the dormitory, and the sound of the dormitory was isolated. The night fell silent.

Yu Ying sat lightly on the stone chair inside the soundproof light mask. After making a gesture, he gently closed his eyes. Immerse yourself in cultivation and murmuring.

The delicate voice in the dormitory came wave after wave. Wave after wave faded, and the rushing shadow eardrums bulged, but it did not change the calm face.

Yu Ying was waiting for the dawn, she was used to it. This is her duty and her commitment.

In the early morning, the east is white, the deep sky erases the black veil, and the faint thin multicolored morning glow, soft, soft, caresses every corner of the Valley of Love Flowers.

There was still a steady snoring in the dormitory, the sound was very soft, and in the silent soundproof cover where the sound of falling needles could be heard, such a small sound was like thunder, shaking the hearts of everyone outside the hall.

The glow turned hot, and inside the soundproof cover, it was stuffy. The walls of the hall, the stone slabs are white and bright, every ray of white light is hot red, the slate ground reflects sparks like a fire mirror, and every saint outside the hall is sweating, and has to hang low in the air.

"Ahh There was a long stretch.

Yu Ying hurriedly said: "Master, it's noon, do you want to eat?"

A cold voice replied, "Yu Ying sent a maid to bring in four dishes and two bowls of porridge." After speaking. There was no sound in the dormitory.

Yu Ying waved his hand, and a maid carried a food box into the hall. After a few sucks, the maid fled with a miserable face. His lips trembled, he couldn't speak, his legs went limp, and his knees were brittled to the ground. He covered his mouth in pain, and blood gushed out from between his fingers.

A cold voice came from inside the temple. "In the future, let this maid bring me food, I will cultivate for a while."

Yu Ying saw the appearance of the maid. First of all, I was surprised. When he heard that the master was going to clean up, he was immediately pleasantly surprised. Busy said: "Master, those things have been dealt with, do you want to take a look."

"No need, send it to the Love Flower Palace, and use it as fertilizer for the Love Flower. If the cave master and his wife come to me, they will say that I am cultivating." A cold voice said gloomily.

"Master......" Yu Ying wanted to say something else.

"Alright, don't talk about it. Leave one person on duty, and the other disciples and maids will not come in the future. Washing and eating are all done by this maid." A cold voice, impatient, interrupted Yu Ying's words.

Yu Ying had no choice but to let all the disciples and maids perform their duties.

The saints have just dispersed. There was a murmuring sound in the dormitory. The sound of heartbeats became more and more rapid, and the waves flooded every space of the soundproof enclosure.

Yu Ying's heart beat wildly. His face darkened. The shy voice sounded for an hour before it calmed down. Then there was a snoring, and the hall was quiet again.

The night fog came softly. The dark blue sky is clean and deep. There is no moon, no clouds, only twinkling stars in the sky, countless holes pierced in the black curtain, shooting out strong and weak light.

The night was cool, and the wind was blowing gently. On the soundproof cover, water droplets are quietly condensed, and the dew drops are slowly condensing, more and more, densely covered with a thin layer on the light mask, one bead after another, one drop against another.

The master has just woken up, and dinner has been delivered. The maid fled again in a panic. There was another thin sound of chewing and chirping in the dormitory. No other sound was heard.

Yu Ying retracted his consciousness and slowly closed his eyes. "Uh-huh......", a coquettish pant suddenly broke the silence of the night. The acoustic enclosure was violently impacted. Let out a low scream. Suddenly, countless tiny beads were mixed together. Along the smooth curve, pulling a long trail of water, rolling down, like a sudden rain, silently hitting the cover. A silent confluence descends.

Time was waiting and heartbeat, ten months had passed, and Yu Ying's eyes were a little red. It can't go on like this anymore.

Ten months, for the Holy Realm, in the flick of a finger, for Wanyun Cave, it is just from light to busy. For Love Flower Valley, life is like a year. Every disciple and maid of the Valley of Love Flowers, like locusts in a fiery cauldron, kept jumping in the dire heat.

On the day Chu Bing came out of the master's dormitory, everyone saw the figures of Miao Ping and Changyang several Peixing saintesses, as if they had eaten the flesh of a dead person, and their whole faces turned blue. Whoever caught the pink crystal was no longer heartbeat and excited, but collapsed on the ground in a daze, his eyes glazed with no light. I don't remember how I stood up, how I followed, how I got into the dormitory, how I cried, how I shouted.

When every maid who entered the temple returned, she was a bloody living corpse, her hair was torn to reveal pieces of blood-colored skin, her face and body were full of teeth, her hands scratched blood, tooth marks after tooth marks, and blood marks overlapped by blood marks. You can't see a single piece of skin that is intact, and you can't find a place where there are no pits. The whole body emits a disgusting stench. If it weren't for the faint breath, it would be a rotting corpse that was moldy and smelly.

The Holy Maiden of the Holy Realm will be tortured like this, this is a miracle of the Holy Realm, every Holy Saint has a large amount of healing qi, small injuries, small pains can be applied with a wave of their hands, how can this be.

He Yuhui, who picked up the maid back, tapped the maid's Danhai, and roared with a bang. The maid's sealed Danhai aura surged. In an instant, the blood stains and stench on the body disappeared. The pit full of bodies can never be smoothed. After weeping for several days and lying down for more than a month, the maid was able to stand up again. But the happy smile disappeared, and these maids became another miserable scene in the Valley of Love Flowers.

Yu Ying stood expressionlessly, and the sorrow in his heart kept surging and surging in his eyes. Her heart. Struggle on the tip of the knife, jump on the coals. Like the grass in the desert, withering, withering and yellowing about to die.

The eyes were strangely sad and painful, and the delicate face was frozen like ice. She couldn't be angry, she couldn't scream, she was dumb, she stood in the soundproof hood in a daze. With your eyes closed, you don't want to open them, and everything becomes unsightly. All the voices became miserable screams.

Today, the forty-second maid was sent into the dormitory. Since the demon (Fan Yan) entered the dormitory ten months ago, he has never come out. Starting from the disciple Chu Bing, a saint was changed every ten days, and the beautiful saint who went in groaned and shouted for ten days, and what was carried out was a foul-smelling living corpse.

"Ahh A mournful, painful groan. And it came out of the dormitory. This voice is no longer fleshy, heart-pounding and blushing, no longer blushing and hot. Reverie unbearable lust. It is destroying life, torturing souls, tearing apart beautiful sinful acts, and no matter how loving the heart is, it can no longer be calmed.

"Gong Ying, Zhuo Yuan. You two are here to take up your duties, and I'll rest for a while." Yu Ying finished arranging lightly, and disappeared.

A hundred miles outside Shencheng. There is an inconspicuous mountain valley, a village house hidden between the mountains and forests, the cooking smoke curls, ethereal and smart, the green trees, the green wall is connected into a sea of house shadows and trees, like a fairyland on earth, a paradise.

It is not too uncommon for a small village in the sacred area to appear in the puppet realm, and many hermits who have no prospect of cultivating saints and do not want to mix in the strife of the saints like to find such a place to cultivate and live an idyllic life.

A flash of light instantly fell into the entrance of the small village, a masked woman stood in front of the entrance of the village, and in a flash of inspiration, two holy women in battle armor appeared at the entrance of the village. Bow deeply to the masked saint, "Senior sister, the village master is waiting for you."

The masked saint turned around and glanced at the empty sky. Dodge into the entrance of the village.

The masked saint flashed in front of a simple courtyard. I walked lightly into the yard.

At this moment, there was a burst of laughter like silver bells in the courtyard. "Senior sister, it's all home, what are you doing with that broken veil, what's the matter, it was given by that saint, so reluctant to take it off."

The masked saint giggled. "No one sent it, but I'm afraid that your dirty village will have chickens and dogs jumping, and the taste will not be right."

"Hehehehe, in my village, weasels don't come, they won't fly, dogs won't jump", the woman laughed and scolded like a silver bell.

"Sharp teeth, I can't tell you, have you all arrived?" The masked saint entered the room and gently removed her veil.

"No, my sister is sitting and waiting for you."

"Miao Ping", "Changyang", "Heyu", "Jiao Yu", "I have seen the senior sister".

"Okay, don't make so many gifts." It turned out that the masked saint was Yu Ying.

There was a lot of laughter in the room.

"You girls, you slip away so fast, you will disappear when you leave." Yu Ying said.

"Senior sister, if we don't have the 'Filial Piety Mantra' on us, who will live a life that is worse than death under the hands of demons." Jiao Yu scolded with a smile.

"Well, this time we came out to discuss how to kill this demon again." Yu Ying said.

"Senior sister, last time we got the opportunity to send Zeng Zhen from Hu Jian's supervisor. I didn't think that we didn't make a move, someone killed Fan Yan. Fan Yi, the old immortal, let him take it away. Kill him again this time, and he'll be gone." Miao Ping said fiercely.

"Yes, there is no chance for him to take it away this time." Changyang gritted his teeth.

"Senior sisters, don't just complain, be ruthless, what can you do these days." Yu Ying said thoughtfully.

There was silence in the room. Five saints, you look at me, I look at you, with a blank face.

"Jiao Yu, last time you came up with the solution, what good news is there this time." Miao Ping looked at Jiao Yu.

"Come on, I came up with the last solution, and I did it, and let Hu Jian's old pervert torture him for a night in vain. You said yes, you didn't even stretch out your fingers, and I don't know which handsome guy in Lu Dao has such a personality and killed the demon. This time, I don't have an idea." (To be continued......)