When the cannon fodder was swept away by everyone! [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 110 Martial Arts Revenge 9

Back to the Sacred Fire Cult, several hall masters were already outside to greet them, and everyone had worried faces.

The master of Suzaku hall stepped forward, saluted respectfully, quickly exchanged glances with Ye Qinghan, and then said, "Master, master...had an attack again."

As if responding to the words of the master of Suzaku Hall, a shrill scream suddenly erupted from the top of Qianzhang Mountain. Even though everyone in the Demon Sect was ruthless, they couldn't bear to listen to it. It was the voice of a disciple tortured by Murong Fei.

Ye Qinghan showed a bored expression on his face, but Tan Yi was stunned in place, and the overwhelming dark memory came oncoming.

Back then, when the entire clan in Southern Xinjiang was wiped out, the clansmen who died suddenly made such screams.

The fire was billowing, the smoke was billowing, and the faces of the former clansmen were swallowed by the flames. The mother tried her best to cover his mouth, leaving his life in that Asura hell.All of this is all because of Murong Fei!

Tan Yi's face was worried, as if he was very worried, but his heart was full of hatred, he wished he could tear Murong Fei to pieces immediately, to comfort the spirits of the people in heaven.

Elder Suzaku said, "Right protector, left protector, the leader invites you two to go over."

When Tan Yi heard this, his head froze for a moment.

In the past, Murong Fei's fire poison would only erupt on the night of the full moon.At that time, he would always lock himself in a secret room, and rarely expose himself to others.Because when the fire poison broke out, Murong Fei's martial arts had the biggest flaw.

That was his best chance for revenge!

Ye Qinghan nodded, and raised his foot to leave, but found that Tan Yi was still standing there, motionless, so he simply took his hand and led him away.

Ye Qinghan took Tan Yi's hand and walked a few steps, suddenly began to feel uneasy, worried that Tan Yi would misunderstand him if he did this, after all, he had always had that kind of affection for him.

Ye Qinghan said to himself in his heart, he definitely didn't mean anything superfluous, he just looked at him as a fool, he couldn't even move, if he went late, he would be scolded by the leader again.

Thinking this way in his heart, Ye Qinghan couldn't help but clenched his hands a little tighter.Compared with ordinary martial arts practitioners, Tan Yi's hand is much softer, and there are no calluses. The cold and moist touch makes people want to hold it tighter, but also worried that too much force will hurt him.

What a mess.Ye Qinghan frowned, loosened his hands a little, but didn't let go.Instead, Tan Yi withdrew his hand first, which made Ye Qinghan feel uneasy for a while.

The closer he was to the main hall on the top of the mountain, the faster Tan Yi's heart beat.

After all these years, can he really take revenge?

These years, he endured the humiliation, just to be able to kill his enemies one day.

Although he has never stopped passing the news of the Demon Sect to the martial arts Zhengdao, after all these years, the Zhengdao is still powerless to fight back under the oppression of the Holy Fire Sect, and the hope of relying on them is very slim.

If he takes action today, he can only succeed, not fail, how sure can he be?

If it fails, he must die.It doesn't matter if he dies, but if he can't even take revenge...

Another scream sounded, and the blood-red tragic picture suddenly appeared in Tan Yi's mind: Southern Xinjiang under the raging fire, everything was reduced to ashes.His home was destroyed and turned into a charred ruin.The bones of relatives are incomplete, and there is not even enough coffins, so they can only be buried hastily...

Now, with his parents' wordless rank, he dare not go back to Southern Border even if it is a memorial day, let alone let people find out, and he has to do things for his enemies every day.

When the two stepped into the hall, a bloody corpse was just thrown out. Tan Yi looked at the disciple's dying eyes, and the blood in his body seemed to be covered with a layer of ice.

Murong Fei was sitting on the leader's golden throne with disheveled hair, and the eerie ghost mask was facing them, like a god of death from hell.

Tan Yi stepped forward step by step, the empty hall was silent, and the wind from the top of the thousand-foot mountain passed through the hall, carrying a cold and murderous air.

After venting, Murong Fei seemed to have calmed down a bit, "Have you found Bingxincao?"

Ye Qinghan said, "Not yet."

Murong Fei knew the answer earlier, and although she was not very happy, she didn't say anything, and started asking about matters in the church again.The two answered one by one without any mistakes.

After some questioning, Murong Fei nodded and waved for the two to go down.

Ye Qinghan couldn't ask for more, so he immediately took his leave and wanted to leave.

But Tan Yi didn't move.

He stood where he was, and the wind blew through his clothes, making a rustling sound.He looked at the devil on the golden throne, with hatred in his heart.

Murong Fei's head seemed to start to hurt again, he leaned slightly on the armrest with his body slightly sideways, pinching his temple with his right hand from time to time, blue veins slowly emerged on the back of his hand.

Ye Qinghan felt a sudden sense of crisis, grabbed Tan Yi's hand and was about to take him away, but Tan Yi shook off him, walked forward, knelt down and said sincerely, "Master, please let the subordinates stay and take care of you !"

What stupid things is this idiot talking about!Ye Qinghan was startled when he heard it, and glared at Tan Yi angrily, hating iron for being weak.

Before he had time to think, he knelt down with a "plop", "Master, Tan Yi was hurt by someone on a mission recently, and he was talking incoherently for a long time. Please don't argue with him, this subordinate will take him down."

Saying that, Ye Qinghan put his hands on Tan's shoulders, trying to get him up.But Tan Yi knelt firmly, completely ignoring him, and remained motionless.

Simply desperate!Ye Qinghan almost felt like gnashing his teeth.He was about to use all his internal strength to forcibly pull this desperate person up, when Murong Fei's gloomy voice sounded, "It's rare that Guardian Zuo has a heart, so you step back, Guardian Zuo stays here."

Ye Qinghan was most afraid of this sentence, when he heard it, his whole body turned cold.

Tan Yi seemed to be unaware of his crisis at all, and he was overjoyed to thank the leader, thank the leader Long En.This utterly flattering appearance obviously pleased Murong Fei, and from time to time there were several laughs that made the hair stand on end in the hall.

Only Ye Qinghan couldn't laugh at all, he froze in place for a long time, neither letting go nor moving his feet.Murong Feixu was in a good mood, so he didn't even urge him.

But there is no guarantee when his patience will run out.

Tan Yi turned his head and said to Ye Qinghan, "The right protector?"

Ye Qinghan's face was as cold as an ice sculpture, his thick black eyes were like two bottomless pools of black water, facing him directly, there was nothing complicated inside.

Tan Yi smiled and said, "Could it be that Guardian You also wants to stay? That's not possible. The leader said that I should serve alone, so it can only be me." He lowered his voice, "I will not give up the opportunity to be close to the leader. for you."

As soon as Tan Yi finished speaking, he felt the hand on his shoulder suddenly tightened, and his shoulder was almost crushed.The short and sharp pain penetrated into the marrow of the bone, but Tan Yi was still laughing and making sarcastic remarks, while Murong Fei's mood was getting better and better.

Ye Qinghan's face was not only cold, but also had some vague anger.

Murong Fei coughed, and urged her a little impatiently, Ye Qinghan let go of her hand with a cold face, and finally turned around and strode away.

·

There were only two people left in the hall.

The light gradually dimmed, and it seemed that dark clouds were gathering.

After Ye Qinghan left, Murong Fei stopped coughing, but looked quietly at the people below, no one could see what was going on under his dark ghostly face.

Tan Yi let him watch like this, drips of cold sweat leaked from his back, but he didn't back down, still kneeling straight, his eyes full of bright yearning and admiration.

Kneeling in front of the main hall with a slightly thin figure, with an exquisite face and a spotless white dress, anyone who sees her can't help admiring.

Such a person should have lived high above the clouds, but now, he knelt down, with undisguised admiration on his face, as if he was ready to sacrifice all of himself at any time.

Murong Fei tapped the golden seat twice with her fingers and said, "Come here."

"Yes."

Tan Yi stood up excitedly and joyfully, but no one knew the poisonous needle secretly hidden in his hand.

He walked up to Murong Fei and said with concern, "Master, does your head still hurt? This subordinate will massage your head."

Murong Fei looked at him sideways, not in a hurry to speak.Tan Yi was stared at by him for a while, and his heart couldn't help beating wildly. He didn't know if he was too hasty, and he was still feeling uneasy, but Murong Fei nodded quickly.

Tan Yi didn't expect him to agree so easily, and was immediately ecstatic.He tried not to let his hands tremble, and slowly raised his hands. He was about to continue massaging and stabbing the silver needles into Murong Fei's temples, but he found a forceful burst of true energy.

This zhenqi enveloped Murong Fei's whole body, covering all his flaws, even his silver needles couldn't penetrate at all!

What made him even more horrified was that he discovered that perhaps Murong Fei's poison hadn't taken hold at all!

When the fire poison that accompanies the Supreme Evil Kung Fu breaks out, the skin of the poisoned person's whole body will turn red.

Murong Fei was wearing a mask and had silkworm gloves on his hands, so he didn't notice it just now.But now, standing beside him, he could easily see his pale neck.

Probing?Or is there another purpose?Tan Yi controlled his breathing rhythm, put away the poisonous needle calmly, and really started to massage Murong Fei.

In order to show his sincere concern for the leader, Tan Yi presses the button and asks carefully, every word and every sentence is full of sincerity, just like a loyal subordinate.

Tan Yi's massage technique was good, and Murong Fei enjoyed it quite a bit. She relaxed slowly and leaned half of her body on Tan Yi's body.

Tan Yi's body froze, feeling that Murong Fei was a little too "relaxed" today, but his hands continued.

After pressing for a while, Murong Fei said, "Stop it."

Tan Yi then stopped nervously, and said nervously, "But your subordinate is not doing well?"

Murong Fei stared at him with empty eyes, smiled ghostly twice, and shook her head.

Tan Yi was flustered, and reluctantly smiled along with him.Suddenly, Murong Fei grabbed his hand.

Tan Yi was terrified, and the admiration on his face almost couldn't be pretended, but Murong Fei said slowly, "The left protector's hands are really beautiful."

"A lot, thank you for the compliment, the leader." Tan Yi pulled the corner of his mouth stiffly, secretly glad that he had put away the poisonous needle.

Murong Fei said, "The person is good-looking, the hands are good-looking, and I like the character very much."

Tan Yi was terrified at first, but the more he listened, the more he felt that something was wrong with Murong Fei's words. His panic gradually overshadowed his fear, and he had no idea what Murong Fei wanted to do.

Suddenly, a hand appeared on his waist.These hands tightly hugged his waist, and his whole body was pressed onto the golden seat at once, and his back hit the back of the chair made of pure gold, causing severe pain.

The leader's golden seat is very spacious, more than enough to accommodate two people, but Tan Yi felt that the air was extremely cramped, and he could hardly breathe, because Murong Fei slowly leaned closer.

A grimace that would make you feel terrified even if you took a second glance oppressed him, Tan Yi's face was pale... as if a voice from hell rang in his ears, "Didn't the protector say that you want to serve me?"

"Subordinate..." Tan Yi's eyes widened, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze.

Murong Fei gently stroked his face, "Don't want to?"

There is no emotion in his voice, but Tan Yi knows that once he refuses, then...

Tan Yi closed his eyes, thinking of the tragic death of his clansmen, he wanted to take revenge.

Murong Fei patiently gave him time, and after a while, Tan Yi opened his eyes, the fear in his eyes had completely disappeared, he took the initiative to hug Murong Fei, his face raised slightly, "Why wouldn't this subordinate be unwilling, I was just too happy, There was no reaction."

Murong Fei laughed lightly, didn't speak any more, and tore off Tan Yi's outer shirt with one hand, the sound of the clothes being broken was particularly frightening in the empty mountain hall.

Murong Fei gently tied a white shirt around Tan Yi's eyes, and then took off the mask.

Under the ferocious and ferocious ghost face, there was a stunning face.

An ambiguous gasp gradually sounded in the hall.

·

The mountain wind was bitter, and Tan Yi staggered as he walked, almost tripping several times.Walking to the residence halfway up the mountain, Tan Yi looked at the door of his own room, but dared not step in.

There is a magnolia tree planted in front of his door, which was his mother's favorite in the past.

Tan Yi supported the tree trunk, closed his eyes deeply, and clenched his hands into fists, feeling that he was already filthy, and he no longer had the face to face the ranking of his parents in the room.

After a while, his fist hit the magnolia tree hard, and the petals of the magnolia tree fluttered down immediately.

At this time, a person turned out from behind the house, his clothes were wet with dew, apparently he had been waiting all night.

Ye Qinghan glanced at Tan Yi, and found that his hands were covered with blood.