The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

"What are you afraid of? Even if you kill her today, you will do justice for the heavens." Lin Qingran glanced at the old nun lying on the ground in a state of distress, and said to Lin Qingyin without raising her head: " continue."

By the way, I still don’t forget to guide: "Strengthen the toes, focus on the joints of the palms, twist hard... yes, yes, that’s it, use a little more force... point to the left, yes... continue..."

Lin Qingyin thought of the torture she had suffered during the days when she went up the mountain, and she was scarred almost every day.

I don't know if it was Aunt Hua's confession that the unscrupulous old nun pricked her with needles every day to prevent the traces from being seen. Pain came second, and shame was the most important thing. If she hadn't missed her siblings at the time, she would have strangled the old nun to death, and then bumped her head to death.

Thinking of this, the hatred in my heart soared, and the strength under my feet suddenly became heavier. Under Lin Qingran's guidance, I finally heard the sound of bones breaking.

Hearing the sound of bones breaking, the pleasure of revenge in Lin Qingyin's heart soared, and she didn't need Lin Qingran's guidance, she immediately found the feeling, pressed her feet hard, bit her lips with her teeth, and said through gritted teeth: "Stamp you to death, trample you to death... Let's see if you still dare to bully me..."

As the saying goes, thick accumulation is terrible, and Lin Qingyin's suppressed hatred for a long time was aroused by Lin Qingran. The whole person seemed to be a different person, like a little leopard, looking fierce in battle.

At first it was just trampling to death, then it gradually developed into kicking, and then punching was added, and in the end it was no longer a posture at all, it was just hitting as hard as it could.

It took about a cup of tea. In the inner hall, apart from Lin Qingran who was standing and watching the show with his chin in his hands, and Lin Qingyin who was panting from beating, there were two dead pigs lying on the ground. The difference was that one had been severed. When he was out of breath, there was another one that was still panting.

"Okay, big sister, beating people is a physical job, you just sit aside and watch how I can vent your anger for you." Coldly glanced at the inhuman old nun lying on the ground, said indifferently: "Beating Snake hits seven inches, elder sister, snakes are like this, and people are like this, if you hold his seven inches, you will not be able to get out of the waves in this life."

Let’s just say that the eldest sister is kind, that is, stepping on and hitting her a few times, it seems that she still needs to pick up this big beam by herself.

"Yeah!" Lin Qingyin responded, the second sister's words couldn't be more correct, beating people is indeed a physical job - she was really exhausted.

He gasped, gasped, stepped aside, these days, all the hardships, tortures, and humiliations he endured at the hands of this poisonous nun have all been recovered this time.

This feeling is really exhilarating, so exhilarating...

At this time, the old nun's Taoist robe was messy, her Taoist hat was skewed, and the hair stuffed inside the Taoist hat was scattered, and she was in such a mess that it was almost unsightly.

Lin Qingran frowned, walked to the old nun's side, squatted down, and smiled innocently, but his subordinates pulled out the fragment inserted into the old nun's trachea with lightning speed. , blood spattered everywhere, fell to the ground, revealing a coquettish red.

She took off the old nun's Taoist hat with a smile, and lifted up her silky, waterfall-like blue hair. As soon as she felt it, she knew that the old nun had spent a lot of effort on this end of her hair.

A sly but icy smile flashed in Lin Qingran's eyes: beauty—isn't it exactly the seven inches of this poisonous nun?