Chapter 530 Disciple, Please Let Me Go (65)

The nails were deeply embedded in the bones and blood, and slowly dripped along the lines of the skin onto the dark and moist ground. Yanrong's eyes were red, and she said in a deep voice, "Even so, I don't hate Master. All I have is Everything you have is given by Master, if Master wants it, just take it."

Shen Mubai just wanted to yell at him for being so stupid. She was like this, and she still looked so determined.

She secretly took a deep breath, stared at Yanrong and said word by word, "I dug the golden elixir for you, firstly because I wanted to slap those people in the face, and secondly because I was betting that you could I can’t let Yuan Ling regret it, because he has something I really want in his hands.”

The aura around Yanrong became violent. He raised his eyes, his eyes were shockingly crimson, and his whole face was extremely horrified, "Master, do you want to exchange me for something like that?"

Something seemed to be disappearing from his eyes, and he just stared at her quietly, expressionless.

Shen Mubai trembled in her heart. It seemed that she had succeeded in raising the hatred value. She continued her efforts and nodded coldly, "That's right."

Yanrong trembled with laughter. He rarely smiled. Every time he smiled, he could always dissolve the gloom between his eyebrows, making him look extremely handsome, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. But this time, there was a strangeness that made people's hearts tremble. "Master, if you want it, my disciple will help you get it even if you risk your life."

He just looked at Shen Mubai without blinking, his eyes dark.

Shen Mubai felt something was wrong, but she could only bite the bullet and continue, "You? Do you think my teacher values ​​you so much? If you weren't still useful, my teacher wouldn't have paid attention to you all these years. Even that cypress water is more pleasing to the eye than you."

Yanrong smiled softly, "Is this the kind of disciple that Master likes?"

Chen Mubai said coldly, "So what."

Yanrong paused and stared at her without blinking, "Then I will kill him. I will kill as many of these disciples as Master accepts in the future."

Shen Mubai's scalp was numb from the look in his eyes. She always felt that something was wrong with the conversation between the two. Seeing that the time was almost up, she said coldly, "Do you think you can survive to the future?"

She pulled out her spiritual sword and pointed it directly at Yanrong's chest. Her tone was emotionless and extremely cold, "Today I will clean up the house."

Yanrong tilted her head and looked at him, and said calmly, "Master, aren't you going to torture me?"

Shen Mubai sneered and said, "Of course I want it, but I am a little curious about the difference between the heart of this demon cultivator and the heart of a monk. Is it black like the rumors."

Yanrong stared at her and said softly, "Master, if you want to know, why not dig it out with your own hands."

Chen Mubai looked at him with that creepy look, and moved away with numbness, "I feel dirty."

Low laughter sounded in the dark and damp underground cell.

Shen Mubai pointed directly at the spirit sword and pierced it into his heart. At the same time, he said to the system in his mind, "Are you ready?"

The system replied, "Ready, countdown 3, 2...1."

The spirit sword was inserted only one centimeter into the blade, and bright red blood infected the tip of the blade. Yan Rong stared at her for a moment, not noticing that a formation with complex lines was looming under her feet.