Chapter 682

Sure enough, it is better to ask yourself than to ask others.

It's better to count on others than to count on yourself...

Because Ye Feng and the others had been running in circles to avoid Ye Qingluan's pursuit, the place where they were caught was not too far from the main rudder of the Ming Cult.

Ye Qingluan rode the Qingluan divine bird, carried the dying cat, and carried Ye Feng, and returned to her old place in less than half an hour.

Of course, she did not make Ning Xuemo feel better along the way.

As soon as he saw that she was a little awake, he started to torment her.

Her magic skills are really powerful, and she can toss Ning Xuemo's soul without harming the white cat's body. The uncomfortable feeling of being submerged just now has not disappeared, and she began to taste the feeling of being almost blown apart by the hurricane...

Whenever her soul couldn't hold back and was about to fall apart, Ye Qingluan tried to gather her back together again.

After a little stability, continue to toss her.

Ning Xuemo finally realized that death is such a difficult thing!

I finally know that there is such a punishment in this world...

"Little girl, it seems that you are too ignorant of the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth. I will teach you to be good!" Ning Xuemo heard Ye Qingluan's words when she was half-conscious.

That voice was as cold and noble as she was usually, but the words she spoke were full of bloodthirsty cruelty...

Ning Xuemo replied to her in a trance without losing her price: "Old woman, grandma, wait and see!"

After this sentence was finished, it was carried in the cold wind again, and continued to taste the taste of the hurricane split...

...

When Ning Xuemo was a little awake again, she opened her eyes and found that she was in a large hall.

Turning her eyes slowly, she recognized that this hall was a side hall of Ye Qingluan.

There are not many things in the side hall.

But each one was odd in appearance.

There are red and black whips, light blue nail boards, and even a guillotine...

The most conspicuous thing is the big cauldron in the middle of the main hall. There is a light blue flame burning under the big cauldron, and boiling oil is tumbling inside the cauldron.

This place is like a torture chamber. The only difference between this place and the torture chambers in other places is that the torture instruments in other places actually exist, but the torture instruments in this place seem to be imaginary.

All are covered with a layer of light blue, like silhouettes...

"Little girl, you are really courageous! How dare you provoke me! This seat is still too kind to you, if you don't let you taste these punishments, you will be lawless..."

Ye Qingluan lifted Ning Xuemo up, looked into its eyes, and smiled softly: "Tell me, which one should I let you taste first? Have you heard of the 18th hell? Go up the knife mountain, go down the oil pan , the knife cuts the two halves... Or maybe try the torture whip first?"

After a round of flooding and a few rounds of wind cracked her body, her mind was already dizzy, and she couldn't even hear Ye Qingluan's words very clearly. I only faintly heard something about eighteen levels of hell...

Her eyes were fixed on the whip, and she couldn't react for a moment.

This bastard woman wants to whip her?

Hehe, isn't she afraid of pumping her precious cat to pieces?

She smiled in a dazed way. When she was really in despair, she would never lose. "You bitch who no one wants, just let her go... Look, I will be afraid of you!"

"Bastard!" Ye Qingluan's face changed, this unwanted bitch stimulated her,

Throwing Ning Xuemo to the ground, she opened her hand, and the red and black whip landed on her hand, and the whip lashed towards Ning Xuemo!