Chapter 883 Does This Feel Comfortable?

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

Everyone guessed that the problem must be with Mingjing Sect!

"Brother, do you still remember what that disciple looked like?" Xiao Qingfeng frowned and prepared to start from this. Ω Liewen『网

And 6 Jiuque shook his head and said, "I have carefully checked. All the disciples of Mingjing Sect attended the competition today, and no one was late."

"Are you serious?"

"Really!"

"So someone is pretending?"

"Damn, this person 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, he can also attack others for victory.

Tomorrow is the last competition, and he has to be on guard.

Looking at the cold breath emanating from Zuo Lengyang, the disciples also nodded.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

...

In the courtyard of the Mingjing Sect's peak master, the Mingjing Sect's peak master, who had already prepared himself, was now crawling on the ground, trembling, waiting for the verdict of his fate.

Why hasn't that man appeared yet?

Could it be that he has forgiven his food?

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

Then, the devilish teasing spread out from his heart little by little.

"How is it? Does it feel comfortable? The feeling of being wrapped by your wife..."

The pupils of the Mingjing Sect's peak master shrank, and he looked sideways to see the perfectly peeled human skin of the arm hanging from his shoulder.

The person who did it was very patient,

even a finger was pulled out.

It's her...

It's her skin!

It turns out that this man really does what he says...

His wife, his wife... is actually climbing on his back in a weird way, and the blood that has already turned dark red is dripping on the ground, as if it is falling on his future and hope.

Filth, dirtiness, despair...

"Ah——"

Just as he was about to scream, he was lifted up like a poultry that could not resist.

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

The leader of the Mingjing Sect closed his eyes tremblingly, covering up the collapsing emotions.

No...

No...

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

The man seemed to appreciate the ugly appearance of the leader of the Mingjing Sect at this time. Seeing that the fishy liquid was flowing out of his trouser legs, he smiled and suddenly let go of his neck, letting him fall heavily to the ground.

"Hehe, but your information yesterday was also useful. Seeing that you helped me a lot, I will forgive your death penalty."

"What?" The leader of Mingjing Sect shuddered and stared at the man.

The man smiled kindly and compassionately: "Today, you must work hard... Otherwise, I may abandon you as a chess piece at any time."

The leader of Mingjing Sect didn't understand why, but nodded frantically: "Slave, slave will definitely live up to the expectations of the master."