Chapter 883 Does This Feel Comfortable?

Such a naive reason, only a fanciful young man like Luo Yishan who would simply believe in "the beauty of his childhood sweetheart" would believe it, right?

Everyone speculated that the problem must be from the Mingjing sect!

"Brother, do you still remember the appearance of that disciple?" Xiao Qingfeng frowned, ready to start from here.

Lu Jiuque shook his head and said, "I've checked carefully. All the disciples of the Ming Jing Sect attended the big competition today, and no one was late."

"Is this true?"

"really!"

"So, someone is pretending?"

"Damn it, this man is too cunning!"

Zuo Lengyang frowned, and said: "Tonight, no one is allowed to leave the courtyard." Since someone can attack Luo Yishan for victory, they can also attack others for victory.

Tomorrow is the last competition, and he has to be prepared for it.

Seeing the icy aura emanating from Zuo Lengyang's body, the disciples also nodded one after another.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

...

In the courtyard of the master of Mingjing Zongfeng, the master of Mingjing Zongfeng, who had already been mentally prepared, was lying on the ground at this time, trembling, waiting for his own fate to be pronounced.

Why hasn't that man appeared yet?

Could it be that he forgave his food?

Just when he didn't know whether he was still alive to see the sun tomorrow, a burst of warm breath slowly covered his body, the sticky wet feeling was like a huge hand, strangling his body. took his breath away.

Immediately afterwards, that devilish teasing spread out of his heart little by little.

"What about it? Does it feel comfortable? The feeling of being surrounded by your wife..."

Master Mingjing Zongfeng's pupils shrank, and he looked sideways to see the perfectly stripped human skin hanging from his shoulder.

This hands-on man is very patient,

Even one finger was pulled away.

is her……

It's her skin!

It turned out that this man really did what he said...

His wife, his wife... was actually crawling on his back in a strange way. The blood donation that had already turned dark red hit the ground with a "tick tick tick" as if it had hit his body. future and hope.

Filthy, filthy, hopeless...

"what--"

He was just about to roar and scream, but the next moment he couldn't resist being picked up like a poultry.

The man smacked his face with a narrow, long and evil face, and said coldly: "Do you still remember that I said yesterday that if you lose again, what will happen to you?"

The Peak Master of Mingjing Zong closed his eyes tremblingly, concealing his crushing emotions.

Do not……

Do not……

He doesn't want to die yet, he doesn't want to die yet!

The man seemed to appreciate the ugliness of Peak Master Mingjing Zong very much. Seeing that his trousers were dripping with foul-smelling liquid, he curled his lips into a smile, and suddenly let go of his neck, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.

"Hehe, but your information yesterday is also very useful. Seeing that you have done a small favor to me, I will forgive your capital crime for this crime."

"What?" Peak Master Mingjing Zong trembled for a moment, staring at the man in a daze.

And the man also gave a gentle and compassionate smile: "Today, you have to work hard... Otherwise, I may abandon you as a chess piece at any time."

The Peak Master of Mingjing Zong didn't know why, so he nodded frantically and said, "Slave, this slave will definitely live up to the master's expectations."