My female apprentices are all unpredictable

In ink painting, Chang'an Street.

After hearing what Fang Yang said, the woman with the paper umbrella trembled, and her originally pale face showed a bit of blush.

Apparently it was caused by anger.

What she said just now was just to please the devil, and she didn't expect that the devil would make such a humiliating request.

He actually made her kneel down and beg for mercy.

Do you really think of it as a dog that can be humiliated at will?
  "What, you don't want to kneel?"

Fang Yang seemed to be smiling but not smiling. The paper umbrella woman took a deep breath, tried her best to suppress the anger in her heart, and spoke slowly.

"The slave family is naturally willing to kneel down and ask the Demon Lord to show mercy!"

As she said that, under the wind and rain, she slowly bent down and knelt down in front of Fang Yang so tenderly.

Full of flattery and pitiful eyes.

The perky buttocks swayed slightly in the wind and rain, and drizzle fell on her body, soaking her long skirt.

Make her look more charming.

The rain was still falling, and Fang Yang stood there expressionless, his pupils so deep and cold.

The woman with the paper umbrella was lying on the ground, her head lowered slightly, her lips clenched, and deep hatred exuded from the depths of her eyes!

He whispered in his heart.

"Devil, you are arrogant, but you don't have much time to be arrogant. When the Forbidden Land of Drizzle is completely unsealed, I will torture your female disciples to death one by one. You will not be able to survive or die. Let You know what the consequences will be if you offend me in the Forbidden Land of Drizzle!"

She gritted her teeth, almost going crazy.

The buttocks are constantly swaying, like willows blowing in the wind, and each sway can stir people's hearts.

If you ask for something from someone, do it first!
  What she is doing now is to please this devil like crazy and make him less vigilant.

The best thing is to make the devil obsessed with you and even become your slave.

Only in this way can there be a chance for revenge.

Moreover, there are many tricks in the Drizzle Forbidden Land, each one more bizarre than the last, and each one more terrifying than the last.

She was confident that as long as the devil touched her, he would be controlled by those endless means and would be unable to break free.

Thinking of this, the smile on her face became more and more charming, and her figure became more and more enchanting and rippling.

His waist was like a water snake, crawling in front of Fang Yang, raising his head and smiling gracefully, with a pitiful smile.

Seeing the devil lowering his head, he stretched out a palm and gently touched her cheek, looking so gentle and loving.

This made her more and more proud, more and more excited, and more confident of winning.

As expected of a human race, he is so stupid, and his charm is so great. As long as he uses a few skills, the devil can't bear it and will be attracted to him.

It seems that Wen Chanyi is still not as good as herself.

She was so complacent, but she didn't see the disdain on Fang Yang's face getting stronger and stronger. Then, with a strong grasp of his hand, he lifted her up like a chicken.

There was an icy coldness in his eyes, and the murderous intent enveloped her, almost suffocating her.

Moreover, this was just the beginning. What frightened her even more was that when the devil pointed a finger, black flames flew out from the devil's fingertips and instantly fell on the paper umbrella on the ground.

The paper umbrella was already burning, but the flames were not that strong, but as the flames fell, they fell.

boom!
  The paper umbrella suddenly began to burn.

"what!"

The woman screamed, the sound was so shrill and desperate, and the figure was even more uncertain, as if it would be extinguished on the spot in the next moment.

Ghosts have soul lamps, and people have life lamps!
  This paper umbrella is the object of her life, and it is where she has practiced all her life.

But now, as the paper umbrella burned, it seemed that she was about to die, with no chance of survival at all.

The woman in the Forbidden Land of Drizzle was almost desperate. She raised her head and looked at Fang Yang in disbelief, looking at the demon she had looked down on just now, with a look of horror on her face.

"Demon...Demon Lord, why did you kill me? I have promised to be your dog, and I will do whatever you want!"

Waves of pain came from her body, almost heartbreaking, and cracks appeared on her smooth and jade-like body, as if it had turned into a gorgeous piece of porcelain and was about to be broken. time.

Swish!
  Fang Yang looked at all this with cold eyes, expressionless, and threw her to the ground like trash.

"Sure enough, I still have mysophobia. There are too many people in the world who are willing to treat me as dogs. You are not worthy of the honor given to you! Moreover, I am also afraid of dirtying my own Kun!"

After finishing speaking, Fang Yang stepped on it without any hesitation.
  Bang!
  The sound of breaking porcelain was heard, the paper umbrella exploded instantly, and the woman's body collapsed on the spot, turning into nothingness and dissipating between the heaven and the earth. Before she died, she looked at Fang Yang with despair and hatred.

He seems quite puzzled as to why he died at the hands of a human being, and why this human being is so disdainful of him.

Why is it?
  Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

On Chang'an Street, the rain continued to fall.

The woman in the Drizzle Forbidden Land died, and the almost continuous black figures wearing raincoats were also burned.

The streets have returned to their previous coldness.

Only a stern figure stood in the autumn rain, with an expressionless face and streaks of frost in his pupils, looking at everything around him.

"Do you want to imprison me with a painting? I really look down on me."

Fang Yang snorted, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the sky.

Stab it!

The sky, which was originally filled with dark clouds and heavy rain, was instantly torn apart by him.

Countless drops of ink dripped down.

Then, the whole world began to fall apart.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

The rain is still falling.

Fang Yang took one step and walked out of the ink painting in an instant. This ink painting that claimed to be able to block all ink paintings in front of him was actually extremely weak and vulnerable.

Before leaving, he glanced at the sky again, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and a sneer appeared on his face, and spoke coldly.

"If you dare to appear again in the Forbidden Land of Drizzle, I will wipe you out completely."

……

Kyoto, in the Liyuan! Pear blossoms are blooming, and Wen Chanyi is still singing.

Her face was soft and tender, her green fingers gently moved forward, and a water mirror appeared in front of her.

The crystal is crystal clear and looks so clear that it can just reflect the foreground on Chang'an Street just now.

Including the appearance of the paper umbrella woman, Fang Yang's sudden attack, and the devastating destruction, all were reflected in the water mirror.

If the paper umbrella woman saw this scene, she would definitely be shocked and couldn't even believe that Wen Chanyi could be so powerful.

After all, it is a forbidden area for ink painting, but this mirror can pass through the blockade of ink painting, so it proves that Wen Chanyi's strength is much improved than hers.

It was beyond her imagination.

Only in this way can we reach such a situation.

The pear blossoms withered, and when he saw the woman from the Forbidden Land of Drizzle appearing in front of the Demon Lord, and she was still so rampant, Wen Chanyi's lips slightly raised, and a sneer appeared on her face. She couldn't help but cursed an idiot. She was really sorry for this person's stupidity. Feeling contemptuous.

And when those thousands of fierce ghosts appeared, Fang Yang set them all on fire like a destructive force.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at all this with complicated eyes. She gritted her teeth. She had a new understanding of the devil's strength and became fearful again.

After all, she was shocked to find that compared to the previous time in the mountain village, the devil's strength had improved a lot, and it could even be said to be earth-shaking.

Even though she has obtained some inheritance from the Demon Lord of Mountains and Seas, she still cannot see through the Demon Lord of Blood Rain.

This made her feel even more fortunate. It seemed that her decision was correct. She must not take the initiative in front of this demon king. At the very least, she should let some people test her and ask for advice.

Only in this way can the devil be completely defeated.

Next, she looked at Shui Jing with complicated eyes, watching the fight between the Blood Rain Demon Lord and the paper umbrella woman in the Drizzle Forbidden Land.

To be precise, it was no longer a fight, but a unilateral killing.

In front of the Demon Lord, the paper umbrella woman looked so fragile and vulnerable.

No matter what method she uses, Fang Yang can resolve it at will until...

The woman with the paper umbrella knelt on the ground with a seductive look on her face, her buttocks swaying majestically, begging the Demon Lord to forgive her and willing to be the Demon Lord's slave.

That charming smile and pitiful appearance all fell into Wen Chanyi's eyes.

Seeing this scene, Wen Chanyi should have taken it for granted.

After all, female ghosts are like this, and they often use the magic of enchantment at the most critical moments of the battle.

But for some reason, this time, when she saw this scene, deep down in her heart, she felt a little bit of anger, and this anger kept growing.

It made her extremely annoyed and awkward.

I don't understand what's going on at all, and I want to kill this woman in the drizzle forbidden area and tear her broken umbrella into pieces.

This emotion exploded in an instant as Fang Yang smiled and asked the woman to be his dog, and the paper umbrella woman pitifully agreed. He couldn't even suppress it.

The pear blossoms were flying wildly, as if they had turned into a whirlwind, dancing crazily in the pear orchard.

Wen Chanyi looked at the water mirror with a livid face, even a little hesitant, wanting to step out into the ink painting.

The true face of this cheap and rotten woman was torn apart in front of the Demon Lord.

Let the Demon Lord know that this woman is not worthy of being favored by the Demon Lord, nor is she worthy of being his dog.

"Damn! Damn!"

"When that woman appeared in the troupe, I should have killed her directly. Otherwise, my plan to take down the Demon Lord would not be disrupted."

"Yes, the reason why I am angry is not because of jealousy or jealousy of this woman. It is purely because I want to take down the Demon Lord and do not want her pure Yang power to be tainted by this woman. "

"..."

Wen Chanyi murmured to herself, walking crazily in the pear garden, getting angrier and angrier as she walked.

The rain was still falling on Chang'an Street, and it was getting heavier and heavier. The rain kept dripping down, seemingly flowing into the pear garden, but it still couldn't erase the anger in Wen Chanyi's heart.

She just stared at the water mirror closely, looking at the Demon Lord in the water mirror, waiting for the Demon Lord's decision, wanting to see if the Demon Lord could detect the heart of this bitch.

Until Fang Yang coldly put down the word "unworthy", and then stepped out with his foot, directly trampling the woman to pieces, and the paper umbrella burned crazily.

She was stunned for a moment, and waves of joy emerged from her heart, causing a bright smile to appear on her face unconsciously.

She regained her previous calm and calm appearance, smiling lightly in the troupe, as if she was not the one who was anxious just now.

"It seems that the devil still has some eyesight and is not that stupid. That's right, how can this paper umbrella woman compare with me? Is she as enchanting as me? Is she as beautiful as me? At the very least, the devil is still in the mountain village. You pampered me well, and although it also tortured me, the feeling is truly unforgettable."

Wen Chanyi murmured, and scenes in the mountain village appeared in her mind.

I recalled those broad, hot palms, those deep eyes, and that handsome face.

It's so unforgettable and ecstatic.

As long as she thought about it for a moment, she felt hot all over her body. This hotness was extremely unforgettable for a devil like her, and she even wanted to be bullied by the devil again.

It was obvious that she still hated the devil with all her heart before, but now, with the appearance of the paper umbrella woman, this emotion instantly reversed and became completely different.

The pear blossoms are falling continuously. This scene is so beautiful and so cold.

But at this moment, looking at the Blood Rain Demon Lord standing in the ink painting with an expressionless face and a tall figure, she couldn't help biting her lips, and the desire in her heart was growing crazily.

She couldn't bear it anymore, and then waved her palm.

The pear trees in the courtyard are full of pear blossoms.

The pear blossoms slowly withered, as if they had turned into a continuous rainstorm, and just fell around Wen Chanyi, turning into the most beautiful curtain that could block all sight.

Then, she bit her lip, as if a flame rose in her eyes. With a slight bite, the robe on her body began to gradually fall off, letting the fire of desire burn her and continue to ignite around her.

Her cheeks became redder and redder, as if they were stained with layers of blush, and the fire-burning eyes turned into water. The continuous water made layers of ripples. It looked like this The charming.

"Devil..."

A soft moan came from her inside the pear blossom.

Just like a cat meowing, melodious and melodious.

She could feel that her desires were being swallowed up continuously, as if she had reached the edge of the cliff and would fall directly into the cliff in the next moment.

But at the moment when her consciousness was about to die, she still did not forget to stretch out her fingers and tap lightly on her body, and then a restriction slowly emerged.

It's becoming clearer and clearer.

This restriction is nothing more than a way to ignite the demon's disciple's spiritual thoughts in her body and make the other disciple feel the same.

Enjoy this pain and pleasure. (End of chapter)