"Giggle, where's the Immortal Lord? The Immortal Lord in your mouth used to bring me hot water to wash my feet every day. Did you know? I even rubbed my feet on his face. The pretty face you like is just a wipe here. Footcloth!”

Shen Rongrong was already crazy, and she regarded the things she had imagined in her mind as reality.

Long Qilan became more and more excited as she listened: "Oh my god, is it so exciting? Stop fighting, can we sit down and chat?"

"You've gone too far! I'm going to kill you!"

"Bitch! Hand over this scumbag quickly!"

"Bah!"

Shen Rongrong's sword suddenly stabbed Lin Qingyu, and the sword penetrated Lin Qingyu's abdomen.

"Rongrong! Stop it!"

Long Qilan came over in panic, holding a spear.

Why is this really bloody?

She had to make peace quickly.

Shen Rongrong had a serious look on her face. She pulled out her sword and asked coldly.

"Why don't you hide anymore?"

She did not continue the attack.

Taking advantage of others' danger is not the style of a demon saint.

If you win, you must win with dignity!

Lin Qingyu was shaken, but she still looked at Shen Rongrong with a shocked face, not caring about the wound on her abdomen.

She asked nervously: "Did you just say that you wanted me to hand over the Immortal Lord?"

"Humph, what are you pretending to be? Didn't your low-key Immortal Lord run away a month ago?"

Shen Rongrong said angrily.

"Haha, the Immortal Lord ran away? Haha, the Immortal Lord is not in the Demon Sect? Ah, I misunderstood him. I thought he surrendered to the Demon Sect..."

Lin Qingyu sat on the ground in a panic. She couldn't feel the pain in her stomach at all.

Long Qilan came over to take out the medicine and treat her injuries.

But Lin Qingyu was in a good mood. As long as the Immortal Lord was fine, her death would be worth it.

But why didn't he look for himself when he came out?

Oh yes.

After his master learned that Yue Qingling was serving the empress of the Demon Cult, he immediately found a husband for her and spread the word all over the world.

Yue Qingling must be sad.

And he definitely didn't dare to show up, after all, the Demon Cult has been chasing him.

Lin Qingyu shed tears in frustration.

What I did was really too much!

"Your Highness, am I right? You see, I beat her to tears, huh."

Shen Rongrong said proudly.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Long Qilan had no choice but to say: "Yes, yes, you are so powerful, can you let her live?"

"Hmph, I don't bother to kill a crying woman."

Shen Rongrong put away the sword and walked towards the riveted door proudly.

A Yao palace saint who was beaten and crying was not worthy of being her opponent. Killing her would actually free her up.

You have to let her live well and watch her take off!

"Qingyu, you lost..."

Long Qilan said tactfully.

Lin Qingyu suffered an abdominal injury and lost the ability to move. Lin Qingyu's secret exploration mission had died.

But Lin Qingyu didn't care at all. She said with a complicated expression: "I know, I choose to quit!"

She simply said the words to quit.

Then, her body became transparent.

"call……"

Lin Qingyu was teleported out.

This is the job of Leng Feiran, who hosts the secret realm activities.

In the secret realm, the monks can kill people unscrupulously and obtain treasures, but those who surrender also have ways to save their lives. As long as they sincerely admit defeat, they can withdraw at any time.

The premise is that you can't take anything out.

After Lin Qingyu came in, she got nothing from just a fight.

So getting out is easy.

But she had heard the most important information.

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