Chapter 10 Survival

Yue Qingling wiped the hair on his face, and said nervously: "I... I'm fine, I'll come down first.

After saying that, he began to get nervous.

Huang Xinyan quickly encouraged: "It's okay, you have to hold on!"

Leng Feiran looked at him strangely, then walked down, came to his side, bent down and looked into his eyes.

Huang Xinyan: "Don't be afraid, look her in the eye."

Yue Qingling mustered up his courage, his eyes were erratic.

Leng Feiran smiled wickedly: "You have changed your nature today?"

Yue Qingling then said softly according to Huang Xinyan's words: "The disciple knows that he has committed a serious sin, and he is sorry for the cultivation and love of the master. Now he wants to make up for his mistakes, so he took the initiative to come to the basement, hoping to get the master's forgiveness..."

"Stop!"

Leng Feiran didn't believe what he said at all, and interrupted him directly.

She stretched out her fingers, pinched Yue Qingling's chin, looked left and right, and pretended to be puzzled and said: "You are not sick, right? You little mortal are very delicate now. "

Yue Qingling took a deep breath and mustered up his courage...

"Ling'er, you are playing with fire!"

The next part is what everyone doesn't like to watch.

...

Half a month passed quickly.

Yue Qingling and Huang Xinyan didn't find any chance.

Leng Feiran remembered the time when he sealed his spiritual platform very accurately, and she had to make sure that Yue Qingling sealed it again.

Otherwise, she would go in and deal with him.

In order to prevent Huang Xinyan from being discovered, he had to extend it for another month in front of Leng Feiran.

Everything returned to the starting point.

Yue Qingling now has another Huang Xinyan who needs his care.

However, Yue Qingling's actions gradually relaxed.

What kind of trouble can a mortal stir up in the Demon Cult?

Even if he ran away, he couldn't run far.

And he was still locked by the Qinglong tendon, so there was no possibility of escape.

One day, Yue Qingling was hanging the waist badge given to him by Leng Feiran, wandering around the family compound in the back mountain.

He had to survey the terrain, right?

After walking a few steps, he leaned against the wall to rest.

Being tortured like this every day is not something a mortal can withstand.

Just as Yue Qingling was leaning against the wall to catch his breath, a slightly neutral voice sounded behind him.

"Is it Junior Brother Yue?"

Yue Qingling turned around and found that it was the Saint of the Demon Cult, Shen Rongrong.

He was about to salute, but Huang Xinyan quickly said: "Qingling, hurry up, seduce her!"

"Ah?" Yue Qingling was slightly stunned.

Seduce the Saint of the Demon Cult?

What on earth is this aunt thinking?

While he was stunned, Shen Rongrong had already stood in front of him and said with a cold face: "Is it Junior Brother Yue Qingling? ”

Yue Qingling had no choice but to bow respectfully and said, "Yes, hello, Senior Sister."

"Swish!"

Shen Rongrong's hand grabbed Yue Qingling's neck and nailed him to the wall.

Yue Qingling had no ability to resist at all. He could only hold Shen Rongrong's hand tightly, hoping to pull her away.

But it was no use.

He was no different from an ant now.

Shen Rongrong said murderously: "Little Immortal Venerable of Yunlin Mountain, you look so weak now? I dare not be your Senior Sister."

Yue Qingling had difficulty breathing, and he said hoarsely: "You...you can't kill me..."

"Why can't I kill you? You made our Qingyue Sect flee far away to the Nine Netherworlds, and now you are entangled with Master, which can be said to be a disaster!

If I don't kill you, won't our Qingyue Sect be doomed? "

Shen Rongrong was furious with him.

The force in her hands was getting stronger and stronger.

Yue Qingling's hands suddenly loosened.

Forget it, let her strangle him to death.