Chapter 261 Biography of Son
Xue Liancheng buried his head low and crawled at the feet of Mr. Chuan.
She suffered more than 20 injuries on her body, and each wound was like a fire. But all the pain is superimposed, which is better than the fear exerted by Mr. Son's two indifferent eyes.
Suddenly, a cold finger touched her velvety silky jade neck, but the feeling of fingertips was not love, but more like playing with pets.
Xue Liancheng's delicate body couldn't help trembling, but he didn't dare to raise his head to meet Mr. Son's eyes.
"You have lost my face, that is, the face of the Biluo Haiyu family." Mr. Son's voice did not contain any emotion, which made people completely unable to hear the joy and anger in his heart at this moment, but the delicate body of Xuelian City trembled more fiercely.
"You're shaking. Why - is it because of fear?" Mr. Chuan's fingertips slowly slid down her jade neck, and then said, "Your qualifications and magic are outstanding, and you are also very diligent and attentive. But your cultivation has never been able to surpass me. Do you know why? Because you are afraid of failure. Let me tell you: a person who is afraid of failure will never succeed.
"I'm not afraid of failure, I'm just afraid of you." Xue Liancheng said softly in the bottom of her heart. She squeezed her cherry lips tightly and dared not reveal anything to Mr. Chuason.
From the time of memory, she has become a close slave of Mr. Sun Chuan. She lives in fear all day long, but she is also unconsciously used to this fear and learns to survive humbly and tenaciously in her own way.
So it is said that the people around Mr. Son have changed one after another, but she is still alive.
Living seems to have become the only purpose in her life. Even if she has reached the sky, she still dares not forget that she is just a slave and plaything of Prince Sun.
She practiced desperately and fought desperately. She just wanted Mr. Chuan to see her value, so that she would not die like an ant like those who had appeared around him.
As long as she can live, she is willing to do anything; as long as she can please Mr. Chuansun, she is willing to bear **.
Suddenly, the finger that made Xue Liancheng tremble left her delicate body, and heard Mr. Son said coldly, "Take it off."
Xue Liancheng's body suddenly became stiff, and his hands slowly untied the already-poored clothes and faded to his waist.
The snow-white crystal skin and straight chest are gradually exposed in the air. Her body is bloody, and there are crissscrossing scars everywhere.
Mr. Son looked at her blankly, like overlooking a trivial ant. The black light of his left hand flashed and condensed into a whip. The whip was full of cone-shaped three-dimensional serrations, and suddenly shook his wrist and hit the injured left forehead of Xuelian City.
"Bang!" The wound sealed by the magic burst, and the whip pulled a touch of golden red blood flower over her jade cheek, leaving a serrated blood mark about a foot long.
Xue Liancheng moaned in pain and hugged Mr. Chuan's calf with both hands. His bloody face clung to his knees, and his full chest trembled with the pain of his delicate body, and kept rubbing his legs back and forth.
Sure enough, the strength of the second whip was significantly reduced, but it was still enough to tear the muscles on her jade back. A wisp of cold flame seedlings released from the whip penetrated into the wound and burned her internal organs. It felt like fainting again and again, and was awakened by the severe pain of the cone heart again and again.
She moaned louder and louder, and the voice of pain and pleading filled the cabin.
There was a trace of excitement in Mr. Chuan's eyes. He lowered his head and grabbed the scattered hair of Xuelian City with his right hand. He pulled back and forced her to raise her pretty face. A ferocious smile appeared at the corners of his lips and said, "I know you like this, don't you? Say it, say it quickly, do you like it or not?!"
"Uh-huh..." Xue Liancheng made a powerful and powerful nasal sound, and resisted the feeling of vomiting. He stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it gently on his cherry lips.
"B bitch!" The sick red color floated on Mr. Chuan's cheeks, and the whip of his left hand hit more quickly. At the same time, he accurately grasped the strength and opened bright red blood marks on the jade body of Xuelian City.
He pressed his right hand down, pressed the head of Xuelian City on his waist and crotch, and sneered, "Don't you like to lick? I'll let you lick it enough!"
The light of the whip in his hand turned into a lock, and soon this thing will come in handy.
Suddenly, the crystal magic boat burst into a shocking noise, and the hull trembled violently as if it had been hit by something.
Mr. Song was shocked, and he let go of Xuelian City with his left hand to visit the outside of the magic boat.
A rune stone is hitting the port side of the crystal magic boat. Although the guard bulkhead with the defensive magic charm has not been broken, the surface of the hull has cracked two stripes.
In the dark, more runes came like raindrops from all directions, bombarding the crystal magic boat one after another.
The hull keeps bursting with gorgeous flames, such as a leaf shaking violently in the storm, which may break and collapse at any time.
"Mu Chengxue actually came to the door." After a short period of shock, Mr. Chuanxun regained his composure. He raised a disdainful cold smile at the corners of his mouth and shouted outside the hatch: "Pu Yan, Zhen Bo!"
This time, he brought 23 elite children of the Biluo Haiyu family, all of whom are holy masters, and two of them have the peak strength of Da Qiankongzhao.
The hatch opened, and Pu Yan and Zhen Bo, who were guarding the outside, walked into the cabin and bowed to Mr. Chuan-sun and said, "Your son!"
"Convening hands, I want to step on the Silent City!" Mr. Chuan got up and pinched the lock condensed with the underworld aura with his left hand. The powerful magic knowledge spread around through the bulkhead like a tide, looking for the trace of Chu Tian.
"Karala!" The crystal magic boat finally couldn't withstand the bombardment of the rune stone, and the light on the left side of the cabin flashed and opened a big hole.
Pu Yan waved his hand, and the two children of Biluohai rushed out of the hole.
However, without waiting for them to stabilize their bodies in the air, eight javelin-like crossbows crossed the dazzling light in the night and shot like thunder.
These two Biluohai disciples are both masters who have reached the realm of simplicity. They reacted strangely and waved a magic whip to shoot the crossbow.
Unexpectedly, eight crossbows exploded together, and the turbulent flow twisted the magic whip in the hands of the two people fiercely!
Then eight more crossbows appeared in their eyes, so fast that they could not allow them to retreat to the cabin.
With a sad cry, the bodies of the two were pierced by a crossbow arrow and nailed to the side of the ship!
"Come with me!" A black fog rose from Pu Yan's body and swept out the crystal magic boat.
Behind him, more than 20 children of Biluohai gathered around him, and no one cared about the snow pity city in the cabin.
"Boh, Boh!" The crossbow arrows shot on the black fog around Pu Yan's body and burst one after another. His body was like a cloud mountain covering most of the attacks, and the same door and Mr. Chuansu behind him rushed out of the magic boat.
But soon Mr. Son found that without the protection of the magic boat, everyone was suspended in the unobstructed mid-air, and the situation he faced was even more sinister.
The runes and crossbows like locust rain are like a storm and bombard them from every angle. Whether it is in front or behind them, and even the left and right wings are all nets arranged by the other side.
In just one breath, three more children of Biluohai were hit by crossbows and runes, and more people were injured.
Although these runes and crossbows are powerful, they may not be able to hurt the elite children of the Biluohai at ordinary times. However, the number is too much. Under such a violent bombing, as long as there is a little negligence, you will die of hatred.
If they fly up in the wind, they can naturally escape out of range. But this is only a theoretical possibility. There is a mysterious stream that is more terrible than runes and crossbows in the high sky of Dushuo Mountain, which can tear up the holy masters without any effort.
"To the east!" Mr. Chuan seemed to feel something and raised his hand to show a black magic flag.
"Wow--" The magic flag rises against the storm, blowing up layers of black winds, like stormy waves rushing around. The arrows and runes hit the black storm like a dragonfly shaking a tree, or smashing bones or flying far away.
"Call the wind and call the rain flag!" Pu Yan's spirit was refreshed, and the black fog around him suddenly condensed on the surface of his body and turned into a black and shiny suit. He picked up a nine-foot-long halberd and a horse to kill east first.
A crossbow with a thin arm roared, but it was greatly reduced by Hei Lan. Even if he hit Pu Yan, he taught him to bounce off his "black haze suit" easily.
His speed kept accelerating, drawing a black arc in the arrow rain stone forest in the sky and earth. The light bursting out by the catapult and crossbow machine during launch can be faintly seen in the cold fog in front of him.
"Whew!" Pu Yan waved his arm and toss out the "night battle eight-square halberd" in his hand, and the magic halberd roared all the way and hit a crossbow machine 30 feet away. But listening to the light and fire of the "bang", the crossbow machine was torn apart, and the splashing wind killed three shooters on the spot.
Pu Yan stepped forward and took a photo of the night battle from afar. The halberd sensed the master's call, pulled out the blade from the hard permafrost and flew to Pu Yan.
At this time, Pu Yan's spiritual platform suddenly sent out a strong warning sign, faintly feeling as if he had been locked by the air machine, and there was a deep chill in all the acupuncture points of his body.
"Wow--" The sand below rolled and burst into a huge pit. In the pit, more than 30 secret magicians of Fumo, wolf demons and ghosts are waiting. All kinds of true words are recited one after another, and the magic wands are dazzling, and the scene is gorgeous and solemn.
"Regress!" Mr. Son was shocked. Unexpectedly, in order to deal with one of his subordinates, the other party did not hesitate to use nearly 40 secret magicians - maybe Pu Yan was on his behalf.
He rushed forward, and the wind in his hand called the rain flag was shining brightly, swallowing a black giant aus like an angry dragon chasing Pu Yan, but it was too late.