Wind and Rain

The saint turned back to look at Jun Shuying, and then to Chi Ying and Xu Zhi, but at this moment, she was in a different state than before, her eyes were full of hatred.

"One by one, do you think you can all be happy?!" She spat out a mouthful of blood and sneered, "My good mother, who is my biological father, do you recognize it now?!"

"Saint Nun, you..." Xu Zhi said sadly.

"Shut up!" Saint Aunt scolded and looked at him with wide eyes, "What qualifications do you have to talk to me?! Do you think I'm your daughter?! You only call me Saint Aunt, you Do you know what my name is, how old am I this year?! Owner, mother, do you still remember this?! How many years have you not given me a good look, and how many years have you not called my name?! "

Chi Ying looked at her daughter and subordinates who had always lowered her eyebrows in front of her with a little astonishment, and after a while she said, "You..."

Before she could say the words, a black shadow suddenly swept towards the saint, and a fierce cold wind blew up. In the next moment, he saw that the sharp blade in Jun Shuying's hand had pressed against the neck of the saint, and even pierced into the flesh and blood a little, and blood was flowing meanderingly from the wound.

The bright red color made Jun Shuying hate it to the extreme.

"What the **** did you do to Chu Feiyang?!" Jun Shuying gritted his teeth, wondering how much restraint he would have to use to stop the hateful woman from being killed on the spot.

The saint aunt was shocked by the cold and terrifying aura, and she flinched for a moment. She forced herself to remain calm, looked at Jun Shuying and said, "He's the dignified Chu Feiyang, Chu Daxia, what can I do to him?! It's just my blood—" She stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked the blood from her lips back. In his mouth, he sneered, "It is the most poisonous thing in the world."

She looked at Chi Ying again and said with a smile: "Mother, just because of your unworthy feelings and grievances, I have lived a life that is not as good as death for so many years. Relying on, do you think I am unfortunate or lucky?!"

"An antidote!" Jun Shuying gritted his teeth and said coldly, his hand holding the sword almost lost control.

"You can rest assured, Young Master Chu, Master Chu will not die." The saint smiled miserably, "He is the man I adore, how can I bear to put him to death."

As soon as her voice fell, the blade in Jun Shuying's hand moved forward almost uncontrollably. The saint had to lift her head to allow herself to be slightly away from the sharp blade with anger and hatred.

"As I said, my blood is the most poisonous poison in the world." Saint Aunt continued, "In order to cultivate the unique way of thinking of the Lianshan people, I have taken more Lianshan blood than anyone else. In order not to be attacked , I bathe with hundreds of poisonous insects and poisons every day. Those poisonous poisons have already penetrated into every drop of my blood. There is no cure for this poison! Master Chu will not die, at least temporarily. He will only suffer , it's more unbearable every time. Every time he is poisoned, he has to suffer the torture of life rather than death. Day after day, each day is more painful than the previous day! This kind of pain is incomprehensible, where can we wait? One day he can't take it anymore, and you'll lose him forever, gentleman."

Jun Shuying looked at her coldly, as if estimating whether what she said was true or false. After a while, he suddenly retracted his weapon and threw the sword to the Qingfeng Sword Sect disciple, but turned around and walked towards Chu Feiyang: "She has no antidote, so kill her."

His fluttering order put the little disciple in a dilemma and looked at Xin Yunshen for help.

"Jun Shuying, why are you so bluffing?" The aunt suddenly sneered, "You really want to kill me, why do you pretend to be someone else?! Do you think you can force me to take out the antidote?!"

"I know you have no antidote." Jun Shuying said without even looking back, "I just don't want to get my hands dirty."

Gao Fang got up and returned the position to Jun Shuying, who reached out and touched Chu Feiyang's face. He couldn't understand what kind of pain Chu Feiyang was enduring, but Chu Feiyang's clothes soaked in cold sweat, his pale lips, and his furrowed brows were all stinging Jun Shuying's eyes on the ground. The dull pain that spread from the chest rushed into the eye sockets, and it was sour.

Every inch of bone and flesh in the body is screaming for pain, but there is absolutely no way to relieve this pain. The deep inner strength that was most handy on weekdays has now become the sharpest blade, ramming through his body, cutting through the flesh and blood that has lost its defenses, and a thousand arrows piercing the heart can't compare to one ten thousandth of the pain.

It would be a great blessing to be able to die like this.

Chu Feiyang still managed to maintain the last trace of clarity of consciousness, the taste of rust in his mouth was full of rust, he must have been bitten with scars, but he could no longer feel those insignificant pains. Seemingly aware of Jun Shuying returning to his side, Chu Feiyang raised his hand with difficulty. Every tiny movement will cause waves of pain, sweeping through the body.

A pair of warm hands gently wrapped his palms and fingers and stuck to his smooth face. A few drops of liquid fell on the back of his hand, just with the heat of body temperature, but it seemed to be burning Chu Feiyang's heart.

Shuying cried? ! His Jun Shuying is so arrogant, but shed tears in front of the crowd? !

These tears were shed for him, and he earned Jun Shuying's pity, but this was never what Chu Feiyang wanted. How could he make Jun Shuying so sad? !

Chu Feiyang wanted to comfort. But it is just pain. Compared with the various crises that have been encountered before, this is only the minimum, and it is not even a crisis.

Just as soon as he opened his lips, a violent pain instantly drowned him like a huge ocean wave. If the spirit is a solid wall, Chu Feiyang even saw the tiny cracks that were hit on it.

It turned out that the pain was so extreme that it was more difficult to cope with than any crisis.

Chu Feiyang also heard what the saint said. He would be poisoned day by day, each time more painful than the last. Chu Feiyang could no longer imagine what kind of pain could be more severe than what he was enduring now.

The little disciple who was standing beside the saint with a sword was still looking at Xin Yunshen asking for instructions. Although Xin Yunshen didn't know whether Jun Shuying really had murderous intentions, or just to intimidate Saint Aunt, he had his own plans.

Saint Aunt was also looking at him, expressionless, but there was a hint of provocation in those almond eyes.

Since she has such an expression, there must be a back-up move. Xin Yunshen pondered for a moment in her eyes, waved his hand, and approved the little disciple's request.

At that moment, whether the saint's face was surprised or expected, no one noticed.

The little disciple behind him raised his long sword in obedience, but Saint Aunt suddenly opened her lips, and a light voice came from her mouth, which was surrounded by internal force, and curled up above the high platform, and spread out like a fireworks explosion. go with.

Xin Yunshen raised his hand and waved the disciple away, just to see what tricks she was playing.