Mountains and rivers are in her palm

Chapter 639: If the saint breaks the contract, I will tear this fan apart

Just when Fang Ming's hand was about to be taken out of his arms, the shining silver sword pierced his palm directly through the cloth. Fang Ming took a breath of pain and screamed in pain.

"what are you doing!"

Fang Ming stared at Yan Wanqing in front of him with red eyes. If his gaze could kill, I'm afraid she would have died countless times by now.

Yan Wanqing sneered and looked at Fang Ming condescendingly: "I should be asking you what you want to do."

The next second, she pulled out the sword mercilessly. Under the sword flower, Fang Ming's shirt was cut to pieces, revealing something in his palm.

The thing was completely black, covered with feet, and had all kinds of burrs on its feet.

Chen Wei recognized it at a glance: "It's a poisonous scorpion! If you touch it, you will die!"

"You Fang Ming, you actually want to plot against me!" Chen Wei was furious.

Yan Wanqing's eyes sparkled, and she tapped the poisonous scorpion in Fang Ming's hand with her long sword: "Dragon is born, dragon is born, and phoenix is ​​born. The son of a mouse can dig holes. You are really your father's good son. You have perfectly inherited his snake and scorpion." Heart.”

When Fang Ming saw that his plan was revealed, he immediately dropped the poisonous scorpion in his hand.

"No, no, I just accidentally touched them. These things are all living creatures. How can I control them?"

As soon as Fang Ming's words came out, Chen Wei couldn't help but cursed: "That's nonsense!"

Yan Wanqing didn't believe Fang Ming's lies, so she used the painted screen fan to attack her bloodline. She was at the end of her power now. If she couldn't get rid of Fang Ming quickly and get Chen Wei's heart back, the people in front of her would probably see it. There is a flaw, so it must be resolved quickly.

"Fang Ming, I will give you one last chance to find out where the saint's heart is!"

She didn't speak fast, but every word seemed like Yama was urging her to die.

There were beads of sweat on Fang Ming's forehead, not only from pain, but also from fear of the powerful woman in front of him.

"How could I carry such an important thing with me on Penglai Island!" Fang Ming turned his eyes and insisted: "Follow me to Penglai, and I will give you the heart of the saint!"

Yan Wanqing chuckled after hearing this.

"Should I go to Penglai with you?" She said happily: "You think I am a fool. Penglai is your territory. If I follow you up there, I will be turned into a skin doll by you without saying anything."

Looking at the cunning young man in front of him, Yan Wanqing's last trace of patience disappeared.

"Fang Ming, I gave you a chance. Since you refuse to hand it over, then let me search for it piece by piece. It's just a body. If you cut it off piece by piece, you can always find the heart of the saint." She curled her lips and smiled like an evil spirit: "Isn't it?"

Fang Ming was still thinking of countermeasures, but Yan Wanqing's long sword had already fallen. True to her words, she began to cut off Fang Ming's skin and flesh. The method was cruel and merciless. Even if Chen Wei was used to killing, it was really... His scalp was numb with shock at the scene in front of him.

This Yan Wanqing... should not be underestimated!

Fang Ming watched his skin and flesh being slowly peeled off, and finally couldn't bear it any longer!
"I'll give it! I'll give it! Stop it!" He is still just a child!

How can you endure the pain of watching your own skin and flesh being peeled off your body!
So Fang Ming couldn't help it anymore.

"On my chest." Fang Ming was dying. He raised his hand and placed it on his chest. A red heart shining with light gold floated out from it.

Chen Wei's eyes were slightly hot: "My heart! I can go home!"

Without saying a word, Yan Wanqing took the heart that belonged to Chen Wei, and the long sword in her hand turned into a fan. The night was long and full of dreams, so she directly sent her heart to Chen Wei in the fan.

Fang Ming didn't know why and frowned slightly.

At this moment, the painted screen fan suddenly rose into the air, blooming with golden light.

The familiar feeling made Fang Ming instantly fall into panic: "Holy, holy girl!" She is not dead yet!

Chen Wei used her incomplete soul to fuse her heart, and now she was able to come out of the fan.

She shed her dark skin, revealing her true face.

It was a sassy woman with her hair standing high, wearing a black and white robe, with sword-shaped eyebrows and cold eyes, white skin and red lips. She lowered her eyes and looked at Fang Ming, as if she was looking at another dead thing. "Fang Ming, do you know your guilt?"

Fang Ming trembled and knelt on the ground, his face was ashen but he still wanted to get a chance to survive: "Holy lady, please spare my life! It was my father who committed the crime, not me, please spare my life!"

"You dare to quibble!" Chen Wei's eyes widened slightly, and Fang Ming instantly vomited a mouthful of blood and threw it on the ground.

Fang Ming never dared to say another word: "...please the saint for mercy!"

Right now he just hopes to survive.

But Chen Wei didn't think about it at all: "It's not an exaggeration to say that the harm your father and you have inflicted on me will wipe you out." As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Ming's face was ferocious, and he turned into a fan in front of Yan Wanqing. , and the almost transparent soul from Fang Ming's body was pinched in Chen Wei's palm. Unable to break free, Chen Wei stuffed it into his mouth.

Yan Wanqing frowned and asked, "What is that?"

Chen Wei was surprised: "Can you see it?"

"This is Fang Ming's soul. I didn't expect that a mortal like you could actually see it."

In fact, Chen Wei was a little surprised.

But Chen Wei soon felt relieved.

Since he is the chosen owner of the screen fan, he must have something special about him.

Chen Wei lied. She didn't choose Yan Wanqing at all, but the painting screen fan chose Yan Wanqing as its master.

But since Yan Wanqing's purpose is also to go to Penglai, which coincides with his own, there is no need to say more. ,

Chen Wei, who had eaten Fang Ming's soul, became a little brighter again. She looked at the afterglow falling through the leaves in the sky.

"Now it's time to go out and settle accounts with the people outside."

Yan Wanqing nodded, but there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

She cleverly suppressed her inner doubts and said, "What are you going to do about the villagers of Haicun?"

Chen Wei raised her lips and smiled softly: "They have relied on me to enjoy a hundred years of food and clothing, but they avoided me like a snake and a scorpion, and even killed my children with their own hands. Naturally, I have to settle this account with them. "

"Human nature is flawed." Yan Wanqing couldn't help but said.

Chen Wei looked at her: "You are right, even the Fang family father and son, who are like gods, cannot avoid this trend of interests, so Yan Wanqing, I would like to ask you, what is the purpose of your going to Penglai. "

The pressure belonging to the saint spread instantly in the jungle.

The mountain wind blew across Yan Wanqing's face, blowing her hair away, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

"The saint wants to break the contract?" The tone can be as dangerous as possible.

Chen Wei's voice was deep: "I am a saint from Penglai. Naturally, people of unknown origin are not allowed to go to Penglai."

"If the saint breaks the contract, I will tear this fan apart." Yan Wanqing reached out and pinched the handle of the fan in the air.

Looking at the person in front of him who was not acting according to common sense, Chen Wei sneered: "The screen fan is a sacred object, how could you be a mortal -"

"Pull--" The painted screen fan was torn open in front of Chen Wei.

At the same time, Chen Wei turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Yan Wanqing raised his eyebrows: "What did the saint say?"

"How is that possible!" Chen Wei couldn't believe her eyes.

(End of this chapter)