Tsundere Empress: Immortal Supreme? Just a Provocative Disciple

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To this yandere empress, you don’t say anything, right?

Not speaking is also wrong!

"Snapped!"

Another slap.

"Why are not you talking?

Um? Could it be that you still want me to get into your belly and play with you, Master? "

Although Leng Feiran's words were cold, her eyes were as eager as fire.

She was eager to try it out and wanted to play in Yue Qingling's three-inch spiritual platform.

Thinking about the pure and handsome Yuanshen, it feels like a piece of nephrite.

Ice and cold, comfortable and cute.

Hurry up, hurry up, my master misses him so much!

Yue Qingling didn't want to suffer anymore, so he could only say in a low voice: "Master, are you here? Have you dealt with everything? Have you recovered well?"

After being asked three questions by Yue Qingling, Leng Feiran's enthusiasm was also dampened.

This is business, and she is more or less ambitious.

She replied calmly: "My body has recovered, but there is something fun. Do you want to play?"

Yue Qingling raised her head feebly. He looked at his wrist, which was already bloodless due to the Qinglong tendons.

That’s it, what else is there to do?

Leng Feiran didn't take it seriously. She used the magic voice to convey: "Bring the person here."

Not long after, I saw two guards dragging a dying woman in.

"Huten!"

This woman was thrown at Yue Qingling's feet.

The guard left quickly.

Yue Qingling lowered her head and looked at the woman. There were not many injuries on her body, but her chest was bleeding. It was obvious that she was seriously injured and would not live long.

Leng Feiran lightly kicked the woman with her toes and said calmly: "Lingjing Sect's spies came here without doing their duty and wanted to assassinate me.

Speaking of which, she has a pretty high status in Lingjing Sect. She is the sister of their head, named Huang Xinyan.

By the way, do you know the name of the head of Lingjing Sect? "

Yue Qingling: "Lingfei Fairy Huang Xinning is in the blue sea realm."

He looked at Huang Xinyan and was secretly surprised.

The secret agent sent by Lingjing Sect has such a high status?

If he is caught now, he will probably die.

He sighed softly and couldn't bear to look.

The demon sect and the decent sect were fighting back and forth, resulting in numerous casualties, and he could not save them.

"Ahem, Leng Feiran, you have done so many evil things, you will not die a good death!"

Huang Xinyan's time was running out, but she used her last strength to curse Leng Feiran.

It can be seen that their two families are already fighting to the death.

Leng Feiran was furious instantly.

The empress of the Demon Cult is naturally moody.

She lowered her head and originally thought of reaching out to grab Huang Xinyan's hair, but when she saw her embarrassed look, she withdrew her hand in disgust.

She said coldly: "I don't want to die well? You don't want to die well, right?"

He's a loser, he just does his job well as a spy, but he also engages in assassination?

Your sister slapped me, I stabbed you, and we finally paid it off! "

She looked up at Yue Qingling and found that he closed his eyes tightly, obviously not wanting to see the tragic situation in front of him.

Leng Feiran smiled playfully, and with a movement of air, Yue Qingling fell off the dragon tendon.

He was not mentally prepared, so he sat directly on the ground. Before he could ask any questions, Leng Feiran threw a dagger to him.

The dagger was not an ordinary thing, with a faintly shining gem set at the end.

Leng Feiran said playfully: "Kill her."

Yue Qingling took a deep breath and held the dagger without moving.

Leng Feiran knew he was like this, so she squatted in front of him and reached out to grab his collar.

"I asked you to kill her!"

Yue Qingling did not dare to look directly into Leng Feiran's eyes, but he still mustered up the courage to refute.

"Master...I...I can't do it."

"Are you thinking about your famous and upright Lin Qingyu? You are afraid that if you kill her and get stained with Lingjing Sect's blood, Yao Palace will ignore you, right?"

Leng Feiran saw through his thoughts.

Yue Qingling remained silent. He was just kind-hearted and didn't want to kill anyone.

But Leng Feiran did not continue to force him. She just stretched out her hand and said with a threatening look: "Forget it, give me your hosta and I won't force you."

Yue Qingling looked at her master in despair, while the other person looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Yue Qingling lost, and he didn't have much leverage to negotiate.

He tremblingly took out the hosta and handed it to Leng Feiran again.

"Humph, you are indecisive, even if you don't kill her, she won't survive!

It's better to give her a good time. "

Leng Feiran sneered. She reached out and touched Yue Qingling's face again, and said with a smile: "I'm going to refine your jade hairpin. I won't be able to give it to anyone else. I'll come back to you later. We haven't done it yet." Let’s start playing.”

She was in a good mood and left quickly.

She walked out and stretched out her hand, dragon tendons surrounded the cell.

It seems that she really cares about this hosta.

Yue Qingling looked at the dying Huang Xinyan in front of him. He was helpless and could only put her in a position sadly, letting her head rest on his knees, trying to make her breathe easier.

He said softly: "Huang Fairy, I...I can't save you."

Huang Xinyan's pretty face is pale. She looks noble and elegant, with a round and amiable face. She looks like a gentle aunt.

She also knew that she was going to die soon. She held Yue Qingling's hand tightly with one hand and said quietly: "My child, I don't blame you... Ahem, I just can't complete my sister's mission."

"The Demon Cult was driven to the Nine Netherlands. No matter what, it is considered a great achievement. Fairy Huang, please don't blame yourself too much."

"Hey, that's good...

Hey, I really want to see the peach blossoms on Lingjing Mountain...

I miss my silly niece so much...

I miss my sister so much..."

Huang Xinyan is on her deathbed.

It seems that none of her wishes can be fulfilled.

Yue Qingling only felt that her lips were dead and her teeth were cold, and it would be his turn to suffer next.

But at this moment, Yue Qingling suddenly thought of a spell in the "Channu Immortal Technique".

When a monk is about to die, she can place her spiritual consciousness on a magic weapon.

Very few people know this kind of mentality, and even if someone does, it will be regarded as an evil practice.

After all, death is like a lamp going out, and trapping a person's soul in a magic weapon is contrary to nature.

Moreover, if the spiritual consciousness does not go away, then won’t you think about seizing the body next?

That is even more evil!

But how can Yue Qingling care about this at this time?

He couldn't see hope, so he didn't want Huang Xinyan to die so soon.

Otherwise, he would really be in the dark.

"I'm sorry, Fairy Huang!"

The green dragon tendons are tied to a cell. In this cell, Yue Qingling can return to the realm of heavenly cultivation.

He saw the dagger.

This is the Empress's weapon, it must be a magic weapon!

He began to exercise his power.

"call!"

Huang Xinyan's dissipating consciousness was withdrawn from her broken body, and before she could think about it, she got into the dagger.

Yue Qingling looked at Huang Xinyan's body and chanted again.

"Feel sorry!"

He picked up the dagger and plunged it into Huang Xinran's body.

Afterwards, Yue Qingling banged on the cell door.

"Come here, someone is dead, throw the body out!"