how to kill a dragon

The extreme pain hit their bodies, and they wished they could faint, but Wang Xiaotai's method was supernatural, so they could only endure such inhuman pain forcefully without fainting.

The remaining one was trembling aside, not daring to speak out.

The house was full of resentment, and the little ghosts were almost tortured into ghosts by such pain.

Wang Xiaotai slapped them with spiritual power from the air in disgust, and slapped the souls back a few times, "What a waste, where did this come from, and I can't stand it?"

"you·······"

Xu Mo grabbed Wang Xiaotai's hand subconsciously, "Why do you want to make me happy?"

These four people had no grievances with Wang Xiaotai, she did this for herself.

The source of these bloods turned out to be just because he was unhappy.

Xu Mo negative knew that Wang Xiaotai had come to find him so that he could divination her destiny and calculate her position.

But... is it necessary to do this to this extent?
"Of course you should be happy. I don't like to see the people around me crying. You are my personal fortune teller. If you are unhappy, the calculation will be inaccurate. If something goes wrong in the future, they will not be able to bear it even if they die a thousand times." Such a price."

Wang Xiaotai touched Xu Mo's cold hand.

"You are not happy, but because you are bound by this worldly morality, you can't let go, you can't do it, it doesn't mean you don't want to do it, since your heart has been locked by this chain and you feel unhappy, then I Will help you happy.

"I will do these things, I will take care of the cause and effect of heaven, you just need to look at me.

"How about it? I specially left one for you, you just need to learn from me, it's very simple."

Wang Xiaotai's tone was gentle, but her attitude was decisive. She grabbed Xu Mo's hand, "Do you want to try it?"

Xu Mo took a breath, recalling the painful memories over and over again in her mind, those memories that she thought she had forgotten, but in fact they didn't exist at all, like a gangrene.

Xu Mo followed her subconsciously, using his spiritual power, and with a light wave, he also cut off the remaining soft flesh of the man, stuffed it into his mouth, and forced him to swallow it.

It's really simple.

It wasn't until after all this was done that Wang Xiaotai let go of her hand that Xu Molong resumed breathing, panting heavily, the beating of the heart rang clearly in the ear bones, Xu Molong looked at his palm through the blindfold , Looking at the four dead ghosts, he couldn't help laughing.

Wang Xiaotai also laughed in satisfaction, turned her body slightly, and called out, "Hu Xia!"

The huge white tiger came from the sky on the clouds. When it stepped into this room, it shrunk its size. When it entered the room, it had already become the size of a kitten. It jumped onto Wang Xiaotai's lap lightly, softly and He licked her palm affectionately.

"Good boy, play with it, remember not to die."

Wang Xiaotai patted Hu Xia's head, Hu Xia nodded, jumped off Wang Xiaotai's lap, and stepped on four voiceless ghosts at her feet, one foot on each ghost, which was just right.

The fierce ghosts under their feet neighed silently, and the white tiger stepped on the ghosts, screaming up to the sky, raising their heads to the sky.

The white tiger belongs to gold, and is the most ferocious and fierce thing in the world. It is the most effective at restraining these evil spirits. This white tiger has also absorbed the resentment crystals formed by the resentment in Dacheng Village for thousands of years, and has become a great monster between heaven and earth.

The four souls were trampled on the soles of their feet by the white tiger Hu Xia day and night, and the golden energy was cut on the souls. It is probably more torture than being cut with a knife in a pan in purgatory.

Day and night, he was consciously suffering from endless pain, unable to wail, unable to cry out, and unable to escape.

This is Wang Xiaotai's revenge on them.

She wanted them to soberly watch themselves being slaughtered over and over again, and she deprived the four of them of the right to seek death and pain.

From then on, as long as the white tiger Hu Xia survived, they would suffer endlessly.

Even if something unexpected happens, they still have the curse of Xu Mocheng entangled in them. Even if they re-enter the cycle of reincarnation, they can only sink into the animal realm and cannot be reborn.

Next, as long as Xu Molong thought to himself, the white tiger could appear in front of her at any time, ravage these ghosts for her to see, so that she could see their miserable situation at any time.

They will not be reborn, nor will they dissipate, and will suffer from the pain of being stabbed at the feet of the white tiger forever and ever.

"Well, do you feel a little happier?"

Wang Xiaotai turned her head and looked at Xu Mocheng with a smile.

The moment Wang Xiaotai cut off their tongues, when he actually touched them and heard them cry out in pain, an unknown emotion suddenly rushed into Xu Mo's heart.

The heat started from the heart like a spider web, quickly crawled over the limbs, and rushed to her head.

That kind of joy almost rushed out of her dry eye sockets, leaving moist and hot tears of blood behind.

It turned out to be really simple.

Sure enough, this is considered revenge.

She nodded, "Did you really kill their family?"

Wang Xiaotai shook the water glass in her hand, "If you're so concerned, why don't you do the math yourself?"

Xu Molu thought for a while, then shook his head, "I don't care about their life or death, and whether they live or die, I will always be by your side, I will never change, Xiaotai."

"Then respect my ambition." Wang Xiaotai replaced the wine with water and drank it all in one gulp.

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This time Wang Fuyao went to challenge the head of the Qingshui School to Lunjian.

The head of the Qingshui School makes Qingshui swordsmanship, although it is not as domineering as the Wuliang Swordsman, but it has its own charm, and Qingshui swordsmanship can also be practiced by women, so there are many female swordsmen in the Qingshui School.

Although the head of the Qingshui School is a man, he is also very familiar with female swordsmanship.

When Wang Fuyao came back from Qingshui Sect, his face was flushed red, his body was steaming, his clothes were still the same, his steps were light, and he didn't seem to faint from exhaustion like he did in Wuliang Sword Sect.

"Just now they said that Zhang Wuliang died?" Wang Fuyao told Wang Xiaotai the news as soon as he came in.

Wang Xiaotai nodded, "I haven't had time to tell you that after you left, Zhang Wuliang seemed to have realized something, and his Dao heart was so great that he attracted the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder, but he still died under the thunder calamity. Not saved."

Wang Fuyao sighed, sat down beside Wang Xiaotai, took the water she poured for him, and drank it all in one gulp, "He and I are considered masters of the same sword, and I should also go to the Wuliang Sword Sect to pay homage to him .”

Wang Xiaotai raised her eyebrows and looked at Wang Fuyao.

Wang Fuyao smiled, "What kind of eyes are you looking at?"

"I thought you would feel sorry for yourself, thinking that you killed Zhang Wuliang." The corners of Wang Xiaotai's mouth curled slightly, her smile unchanged, as if she had made a joke unintentionally.

Wang Fuyao raised his eyebrows, stretched his waist, and smiled casually, "How could it be, to die after crossing the catastrophe, it can be regarded as a well-deserved death, what's so lamentable about it."

She talked to herself, closed her eyes and felt the cool wind blowing in from the window, but she didn't look into Wang Xiaotai's eyes.

If she and her look at each other, you will find that Wang Xiaotai's eyes are deep and there is no smile at all.

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