Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Chapter 90 Struggling courage

Two brilliant rays of light passed through the sky, bringing a loud noise that was earth-shattering.

The water and moon collapsed, ice and snow mixed with gravel fell one after another, and the remaining monsters disappeared in the brilliant loud noise. When the dust cleared, Kong Muhua put away two huge colorful axes, then straightened her skirts, stepped on the lotus steps, walked into the cave softly, and said to Bai Zihao shyly and shyly: “Brother Zihao, find me well bitter.”

It was too late for Bai Zihao to escape, his face was ugly.

Back then, he didn’t understand the things of demon cultivation, and naively thought that this guy was a girl. Although he was a bit pretentious and acted a little bit, he was very cute and his personality looked good. Kong Muhua didn’t care about his past and pursued eagerly. He was so touched that he thought he felt more for women. Until one day after being drunk, he shyly confessed his heart. Then Kong Muhua coaxed him onto the couch and found that something was wrong. It was too late and was tossed hard all night…

After the incident, he just wanted to sacrifice the Frozen Miles to kill this shameless flower peacock.

He learned from it and didn’t want to have such a relationship with a man anymore, so he decided to stay away from Kong Muhua.

As a result, at the top of the immortal, everyone has witnessed the farce of Tianlei’s breakup, except for the gods, everyone else is watching the excitement.

“Brother Zihao, I’m not good,” Kong Muhua cried so pear blossoms rained, pulling him to apologize, “I gave you my innocent body, I want to live with you well, you can beat me and scold me, don’t Abandon me, when you went to bed, you said you wanted to marry me… You can’t go back on it.”

This peacock didn’t lie, he was indeed the first time, and he was indeed innocent…

Therefore, he didn’t even know the preparations and how to do it, so he came into chaos based on instinct and brute force.

Bai Zihao was in a trance by Kong Muhua crying for a long time, habitually wanting to hand over the handkerchief and say words of comfort. However, he shifted his body on the bed, and the long-lost soreness made his mind sober… Finally he walked out of Jinfeng Villa and got rid of the fate of being under the man. How could he run back by himself?

He ruthlessly rejected Kong Muhua’s unreasonable request and determined to break up.

Kong Muhua was very persistent. He chased Bai Zihao every day, acted like a baby and sold miserably, even crying and making trouble. All the sad heroines in the storybook were not infatuated by him. There were many ways to chase after thousands of years, but Bai Zihao could not handle it. Live, let him succeed several times after all…

Bai Zihao regrets every time he finishes it, and beats this shamelessly to vent his anger. Kong Muhua is a demon cultivator. He looks weak on the outside, but in fact he has strong defense. He doesn’t care about the fist and embroidered legs of human practice. However, he pretends to be miserable to make people he likes happy. He keeps begging and lying on the bed to play a serious injury. The patient, taking advantage of Bai Zihao’s unbearable, took advantage of him.

This incident was seen somehow and appeared in the tabloid of the Xiuxianjie.

As a result, Bai Xianzun became the most cruel and ruthless scum man in the world of cultivating immortals because he beat up his “weak” “female” friend. Kong Muhua became a scumbag who abandoned his dignity for the scum man, had no principles, and trampled on the true “stupid woman” at will. He also published many storybooks using two people as prototypes. Each story is about a scumbag and a bitch, with a deep sadomasochistic relationship.

Kong Muhua bought back all the scripts, read it with gusto, and recommended it to all his colleagues.

Bai Zihao suspects that these words are related to his evil taste, but there is no evidence…

…

Kong Muhua got used to his face, pretending to be invisible, and sticking over, clasping his arms, smiled, “Do you know? There must be a **** queen at the top of immortality, and the **** king is choosing a gift suitable for the **** queen.” He quietly swept away. The white Zihao’s surprised expression pretended to sigh, “The person that the gods looks after must be the number one beauty in the world, right?”

He deliberately prolonged the word “beauty” by half a tone.

Bai Zihao was stunned for a long time, and finally remembered the appearance of Yaowang Xianzun. He felt that Kong Muhua should have misunderstood something. He explained: “The gods do not like beautiful women, but men. I remember that looks are not very beautiful, but…”

“Don’t be jealous,” Kong Muhua interrupted him, comforting him with special experience, “You hurry up to give up to the gods, anyway, he is going to marry the gods, look at me more, although I am not as good as the gods, but I treat you Infatuated, we can learn from the day…”

At that time, the gods took Bai Zihao out of Jinfeng Villa and taught him for a period of time. After using a lot of cruel hands, Bai Zihao persevered. After he cultivated the golden pill, he began to take the initiative to remove some minor troubles for the gods. Now, the Snow Wind House he runs is an affiliate of the Top of Immortality. It specializes in bounty tasks. In fact, it is a killer under the command of the gods, who specializes in removing those mice that are hiding in ditches or in human skin.

Kong Muhua always felt that the gods were a little different to Bai Zihao, and he was more patient. For the same mistake, others will be punished severely, but Bai Zihao’s punishment is much lighter. Bai Zihao also has admiration for the gods, although he always said that it was just kindness, and had no other meaning. However, he smiles every time he talks about the gods, his eyes are a little envious…

He is a little jealous, but he can’t get jealous anymore. He can’t compare to the gods anywhere…

Kong Muhua struggled: “Are you really sad?”

Bai Zihao didn’t understand: “Why should I be sad?”

Kong Muhua emphasized again: “The gods have someone they like.”

Bai Zihao smiled and said, “He always has.”

He touched his right wrist quietly, and the lessons he had learned were in his heart, and no one could have wishful thinking.

…

Three thousand years ago, the gods of the immortal summit brought countless demons to Jinfeng Villa. The distraction power fell one after another, and the extravagant villas turned into a **** of blood.

He was Jin Feiyu’s Taoist companion at the time, and Jin Feiyu wanted to take him away. They tried many magical weapons and teleportation formations.

However, the flame barrier not only blocked the entire villa, but also spread to a hundred miles. There were huge weird vines under the ground, and the sky was full of red butterflies with a breath of death, and the spirit of God covered all places. Shenjun seemed to know Jin Feizhen’s methods well, and he counted every evacuation method clearly, leaving no loopholes.

Jin Feizhen was forced to fight, leaving Bai Zihao to hide himself.

However, Bai Zihao didn’t know where to hide. All his eyes were dazzling red. The broken limbs and the stench made his throat feel nauseous. He had never seen so many dead people, so tragic. In the scene, the demon cultivator on the top of the immortal is killing people, the monks of Jinfeng Villa are also killing people, and even the monks who live in the guest house transfer their resentment to Jin Feiqi when they are desperate, thinking that he is the one who caused the disaster and wants to kill. He and Bai Zihao vented their anger.

The beasts in this villa have lost their minds, letting go of their worst instincts, and the scene becomes more chaotic.

Bai Zihao noticed these terrifying thoughts, and was so afraid that tears came out.

His mind was blank, unable to think of anything, and finally ran to the yard where he lived when he first entered the villa. There is a small dungeon here to punish new slaves who are disobedient. Bai Zihao was disobedient when he first came and was locked in. I have been punished once and have a deep memory of the dungeon.

This dungeon is soundproof and light-proof…

Few people outside Jinfeng Villa know.

Bai Zihao smeared his face with blood, and then quietly hid in the yard. He found that most of the slaves here had run away in the chaos, and the remaining few squatting on the ground crying at a loss, he took everyone into the dungeon and locked them in. The slaves in the dungeon laid down, told them the situation outside, and then arranged a barrier to hide their breath. Everyone hid together and trembled, hoping to find a chance to escape after the killing subsided.

However, doom did not let them go.

Several monks found this dungeon and raised their butcher knives.

They dragged Bai Zihao out, saying that before he died, he wanted to taste the person on the cusp of Jin Feizhen’s heart, what it was like to have a single spirit root in the water system.

Although Bai Zihao has not been deprived of his cultivation, most of his energy has been spent on flower arranging, tea tasting, appreciation, painting and calligraphy and other elegant things. Jin Feizhi has also educated him, saying that he is too weak and is cultivating. There will be no progress on it, and it can only be piled up with a pill. He believed all the things Jin Feizhen said, and quickly recognized that he was a trash. Only by happily serving a man in bed can he make his life more comfortable…

Now, facing the atrocities, he doesn’t even have the power to resist.

In Jinfeng Villa, he had seen many slaves treated like this…

He didn’t dare to resist, nor was he able to resist, he could only close his eyes, pretend not to see, pretend that these things passed with tolerance and became comfortable after he got used to it.

Today, everything he has encountered is retribution…

Bai Zihao forced himself to close his eyes, softened his body, and let his robe be torn apart, waiting for the terrible things to come.

Nin Ren passed away. These things were the same as Cheng Huan, and slowly I would like it. Even if it was beaten or violently treated, he would adapt, Ren Ren passed…

but……

“I don’t want it!” Bai Zihao opened his eyes, exhausted all his courage, like a dying rabbit, madly biting his hand that he wanted to raging on his body.

How can such a thing be tolerated? !

His little resistance was useless, he was slapped heavily on his face, the tip of his tongue was bitten, blood was bleeding, his head was dizzy, and the courage he had accumulated finally disappeared, and then a beast grabbed it. He dragged his hair off the table and pressed it down, cursing a lot of disgusting words, saying that he was going to kill him here, and he continued to serve men on Huangquan Road.

Bai Zihao cried silently, he worked hard, but it was useless…

Don’t want to struggle anymore, just die like this.

When he gave up hope and was about to be merciless, a few beautiful red butterflies flew in, illuminating the dark dungeon, just like the gentlest scenery in hell. Immediately afterwards, he watched in a daze as the Red Butterfly fell on the heads and bodies of the beasts. The beasts’ bodies slowly rotted and wailed in pain… Bai Zihao slowly climbed up from the table in consternation. Looking at the scenery in front of you.

Shenjun slowly walked in from the main entrance.

The pure white Xueyu cloak was stained with a few drops of blood, the monster leather gloves were a little smudged, and under the heavy veil, the dark golden phoenix eyes with no emotions looked at him coldly.

Bai Zihao realized that most of his robes had been torn off, revealing the traces of being tossed on the bedclothes these days. He looked very embarrassed. He bowed his head and avoided the familiar pair in fear. Eyes, trembling all over. Jinfeng Villa was slaughtered. As the owner and Taoist companion, he had no chance to survive… He only prayed that he could die quickly, not to suffer too much, not to endure terrible things.

He dare not look at anything…

The king turned his head and left, letting the demon repair behind him take him and the slaves away, and sent him to the main hall, waiting for the post.

On the way, a demon repair threw him a gorgeous golden embroidered robe, so that he would not be so embarrassing and conspicuous.

Bai Zihao did not dare to look up. He was afraid of staining other people’s clothes. He carefully wiped off the blood, put on his robe, and straightened his neckline, but the tears fell unsatisfactorily and fell on the embroidery, dyed with color. He apologized embarrassedly: “I’m sorry, I don’t seem to be able to compensate you…”

There was no one behind, only the sound of the wind piercing the wings, and a vaguely human voice said in the wind: “Fool.”