Quick Transmigration Live Broadcast: The Villain Boss is the Female Emperor!

  Chapter 750 Supreme Demon Fairy: Dao Chief, please stay! 40

   "Junior sister, where are you going..." A male disciple smiled wretchedly and walked over to block her way.

  Zhong Lingxiu gritted her teeth and endured the pain, trying to reach out and grab her spirit sword.

  The other disciple kicked the sword away, stepped on her wrist and ran it hard.

   "Ah——" Zhong Lingxiu screamed, her pale face was as pale as a ghost, and tears flowed from her eyes.

   "She was crying... Brother, please be gentle, don't trample our beauties, wait until she cooperates for fun..."

  A male disciple squatted down, raised Zhong Lingxiu’s chin with his hand, and looked at her pure and beautiful face.

   "It's so beautiful, brother, Min Qinghe can really enjoy it, accepting such a beautiful female disciple to wait on her side..."

   "Bah." The tall male disciple spit out water, kicked Zhong Lingxiu's abdomen, and knocked her against the rock.

   "Min Qing and the thing with the human face and animal heart secretly had an affair with his apprentice, and lost the face of our Lingweizong, hahaha, today we will also have a taste of his female apprentice..."

  Two of them grabbed Zhong Lingxiu's arm, and the other threw on her, pulling apart her collar.

  "Let go of me——Let go of——" Zhong Lingxiu stared in horror and yelled desperately: "Master, help me...help me..."

   "Hahaha, just shout, shout louder, the boundary here is remote, no disciple will come..."

  Zhong Lingxiu struggled madly, an abnormal blush appeared on her pale face, only feeling soft and soft, and despair was born in her heart.

why!

  Why on earth

  She did nothing. She hates this kind of harm!

  The male disciple saw that she stopped speaking, but instead slapped and slapped her over: "Bitch girl, call me, are you serving a man like this! Hurry up and shout loudly!"

  Speaking, he tore off Zhong Lingxiu's collar completely, revealing her collarbone and belly pocket.

  Zhong Lingxiu closed her eyes and wept, and gritted her teeth fiercely. If she is still alive, these people must be killed.

  The male disciple saw her appearance, he was very angry, and cursed: "Bitch——"

  The male disciple who was holding Zhong Ling's hand swallowed and reminded: "Brother, hurry up, it's time to leave the sword grave later..."

   "Hahaha, what's the hurry, I'm so cool, I have your share..." The man's hand stretched out to Zhong Lingxiu's chest.

  Suddenly——

   "Ah!" The man screamed, his pupils shrank sharply, staring at his hand incredulously: "My hand—my hand is broken—"

  He rolled to the side in pain, clutching his right hand and wailing.

  The broken hand rolled to the side, the blood stained Zhong Lingxiu's white clothes, and at the same time it splashed on her face.

   "Who!" The two male disciples hurriedly stood up with their swords.

  Zhong Lingxiu had never felt the smell of blood so good, and opened his eyes to look at the dark sword mound sky.

  Someone came to rescue her, finally someone came!

   "You are—" The two male disciples looked extremely ugly, and said, "Elder Qingdai, why are you here?!"

  Chong Ao pulled out a sword from the mountain wall and smiled gently: "Can't I come here?"

  "Elder Qingdai, you must have never seen anything today, otherwise..." The male disciple threatened: "You will not be able to stay in the Lingwei Sect."

   Chong's red lips slightly hooked, and there was a cold glow in the middle of her eyes, and said: "I never like to be threatened..."

   "Also." She pointed the sword at them: "My name is Hehuan ancestor."

  (End of this chapter)