After wearing the book, my strategy was wrong, the male protagonist

Chapter 81 The Fleeting Feeling
Fang Yuanjia opened his eyes, raised his lips, and said in a charming voice, "Why did you stop?"

B-machine moves as a small devil with a whip in Moyu retreats.

Zhong Wan was tied to a black stone pillar, and his whole body was hanging on it feebly. His wrist had already been strangled with bleeding marks because he broke free from the rope, and his clothes were oozing blood from being beaten.

Behind her is a large green cloth.

The group performer Xiaomo retreated to the center of the hall: "Go back to the Holy Master, the ten lashes of the Soul Devouring Whip have been beaten."

Fang Yuanjia chuckled: "Oh, that's it."

He stretched out his delicate and slender hand, and slowly squeezed his fingers in mid-air.

The co-star Xiaomo immediately dropped the whip and grabbed his own throat with his backhand, his whole body was in great pain.

The hall was unusually quiet, only the struggling sounds of the little demons in the group.

Fang Yuanjia pursed his lips, unhurriedly, and continued to smile: "Did I tell you to stop?"

After finishing speaking, his fingers clenched into fists, and the co-star Xiaomo lay softly on the ground.

Fang Yuanjia clapped his hands, sat up slowly, waved his sleeves, and was pulled by Master Wias to fly to Zhong Wan's side.

He stretched out his slender index finger and lifted Zhong Wan's chin.

Zhong Wan was forced to raise her head, her eyes were terrified, her face was pale, the corners of her mouth were bloody, and her forehead was densely covered with sweat, she always felt that she was going to faint in a second.

Fang Yuanjia asked her with a smile: "Little girl, what do you think of the deity's hospitality in this Demon Realm?"

Zhong Wan shook his head in fear.

"Oh, it's not very good. The subordinates didn't take good care of them. You see, the deity has already punished him."

"Originally, it only takes ten soul-eating whips to extract the golden devil energy in your body, but my subordinates are not strong enough to force it out."

"Little girl, you are lucky. I am doing it myself. Are you happy? Give me a smile."

Fang Yuanjia's perverted and crazy expression was reflected in Zhong Wan's eyes, terrified.

Suddenly, the closed door of the main hall was broken, and two extra little devils fell to the center of the main hall.

Oops, I lost my breath twice.

The dark hall began to see light.

"It's the big brother! The big brother is here to save me."

Zhong Wan was so angry that she raised her head with strength.

I saw a person coming against the light with a sword in his hand.

Zhong Wan's eyes could no longer focus, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Her senior brother really came.

He Yu glanced at Zhong Wan who was tied to the stone pillar, and said in a deep voice, "Yan Wu, let my sect disciple go!"

The smile on the corner of Zhong Wan's mouth froze.

This voice... this voice is not her elder brother.

He is the suzerain of Qingshan Sword Sect.

Eldest brother... didn't come to rescue her.

Fang Yuanjia raised his eyebrows and glanced at Zhong Wan: "Let her go? Well, okay, whatever you say is what you say."

With a wave of his sleeve robe, the rope binding Zhong Wan was broken. Fang Yuanjia held Zhong Wan's collar with one hand, and hit her on the back with the other, and the magic power took the opportunity to enter her body.

Wei Ya pulled Zhong Wan to fly towards He Yu.

He Yu flew up quickly, and took Zhong Wan who was like a rag by the waist.

Zhong Wan's voice was weak, and his mood sank to the bottom, and he had a feeling of saying it: "Sovereign..."

He Yu looked down at her: "Don't talk."

The director took off the earphones and pressed the intercom: "Card, yes."

Zhong Wan was still lying in He Yu's arms, and when she heard the director say yes, she straightened up quickly.

After He Yu helped her slightly, he also withdrew his hand.

Just now, Zhong Wan's eyes slowly changed from joy to disappointment and sadness, as if to tell him, you are not the person I want to see.

His heart was stung inexplicably.

This is the first time that he has mixed emotions that do not belong to the character during filming.

Fortunately, the expression is not particularly obvious. This feeling is fleeting and has not been captured by the camera.

(End of this chapter)