It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. Lan Yue barely stops her tears and let Xiao Jingyao lean on her.

"Before leaving, there is another important thing to do."

As she said that, Lan Yue turned her eyes on Cong Xianhua, who was unconscious on the ground.

Lan Yue knew how powerful the origin of thunder was. Cong Xianhua was just like her in the Mahayana period and could not bear it at all.

But she couldn't die so easily!

Lan Yue waved his right hand suddenly, and a fairy-bound rope flew out of the storage bag, hanging Cong Xianhua up.

Xiao Jingyao turned around and glanced at the cold light on Lan Yue's face, but his heart felt warm.

He knew that his master was venting his anger for him.

I saw Lan Yue with a move with her right hand, and all the purple needles scattered on the ground flew back to her.

Lan Yue did not hesitate. With a wave of her jade finger, the first purple needle flew into Cong Xianhua's Danzhong point.

Cong Xianhua's whole body trembled slightly, and her long eyelashes moved, but she still did not wake up.

Lan Yue's mouth curled, but her eyes were still cold.

It's okay, take it slowly, she can't escape any of what she puts on Yao'er!

Lan Yue tweaked her right hand and the purple needle pierced into Cong Xianhua's body one after another. The position was exactly the same as that on Xiao Jingyao's body.

Ten...twenty...

When the 21st purple needle flew into her body, Cong Xianhua screamed and finally woke up.

Her body was in a severe pain, and the origin of the thunder wandering inside her body seemed to be gnawing on her flesh and blood all the time.

The scene in front of him gradually became clear. When he saw the purple needles lined up, Cong Xianhua's eyes widened and only fear remained on his face.

"You...what do you want to do!"

"Oh? Finally woke up?"

Lan Yue turned her head, her tone was as casual as if she was chatting with her friends.

"Wake up, otherwise I'll have less fun."

As soon as he finished speaking, another purple needle quickly pierced into Cong Xianhua's body.

"ah--"

A shrill cry sounded, mixed with indescribable fear.

"I can't stand it anymore? It's only the twenty-second one."

Lan Yue chuckled lightly, and her tone suddenly became cold and stern.

"There are eighty of the ones you used on him just now!"

With a soothing sound, twenty purple needles flew over one after another. Cong Xianhua screamed loudly and struggled violently, but each purple needle was accurately pierced at the position he should be.

In the dark secret room, the wailing sound was creepy, Cong Xianhua was sweating coldly and had already started begging for mercy.

"Enough is enough... Don't torture me anymore, the pain is too much to bear!"

Cong Xianhua has always been arrogant and surrounded by slaves. He cuts some skins on weekdays and has served the best elixirs in time. How could he have suffered such a hardship?

She was really afraid, afraid of pain, and even more afraid of death.

But this time, Lan Yue’s heart was stronger than anyone else!

When she saw the scarred Xiao Jingyao, the hatred in her heart was enough to tear her apart!

The purple needle did not stop, and Cong Xianhua quickly changed from begging to screaming curses!

"What a cheap thing you are, how dare you hurt me!"

"I am the young leader of the Cong family, the future head of the Cong family! If you hurt me one point today, I will repay you a hundred times in the future!"

"Ah--Go to die! Go to die!"

...

Cong Xianhua was hysterical and almost crazy, as if he wanted to use this to relieve his pain.

Lan Yue stood there quietly, looking at her ugly face, just hugging Xiao Jingyao beside her tightly.

With only sixty purple needles, Cong Xianhua was already confused, which shows how unbearable the pain was.

But Xiao Jingyao crushed countless pains and hid it in his heart without saying a word.

It was this tolerance and strength that made her feel distressed to her bones.

Feeling the strength of her waist, Xiao Jingyao's lips slightly raised.

His eyes lingered on Lan Yue from beginning to end. Seeing her angry and venting for him, he felt a heart waving high, and all the pain was insignificant.

"The eightyth one..."

Lan Yue murmured softly, watching the purple needle pour into Cong Xianhua's body, and she was so painful that she could only hum.

Cong Xianhua is not stupid either. She picks up eighty-one flowers and moves her whole body with one hair. The more she struggles, the more she will struggle, the more violent she will be.

At this time, Lan Yue was playing with the last purple needle in her hand, just like Cong Xianhua just now.

"Cut the grass without eradicating the roots, the spring breeze will grow again..."

A cold murderous intent flashed in Lan Yue's eyes, and she had already made up her mind.

Cong Xianhua is backing the entire Cong family. Once she escapes, she and Yao'er will be chased by the Cong family endlessly!

A woman’s kindness will eventually cause trouble. This grudge will end in this secret room!

Lan Yue raised her right hand and the 81st purple needle flew out, rushing straight into Cong Xianhua's eyes!

Use his way to give back to him!

Cong Xianhua, who was already in a daze, vaguely heard the four words "cutting the weeds and roots", trembled all over. When he raised his eyelids, he saw a sharp purple light coming. The murderous aura at the tip of the needle was icy, making her feel like she fell into an ice cave!

"No! You can't kill me!"

Cong Xianhua shouted shrillly, and Lan Yue's face was calm and unshakable.

The purple needle enters the eyes, nine and nine return to one, and the thunder breaks out!

"ah--"

The dazzling purple illuminated the entire secret room, and Cong Xianhua's body subconsciously curled up, and at this time, a dark golden color suddenly flashed in Lan Yue's cold eyes.

The next moment, the mutation broke out!

Dark golden light burst out from the dying Cong Xianhua, and the unimaginable shocking pressure came overwhelmingly, directly forcing Lan Yue and Xiao Jingyao to retreat three steps!

Immediately afterwards, a thick fury suddenly sounded.

"Who dares to hurt my son!"

Lan Yue suddenly looked up, and the unparalleled power of judgment undoubtedly showed the identity of the master of the voice.

That was Cong Xianhua's father, Daluo Xuanxian, who was like an emperor in the fairy world, and Cong Wuhan, the head of the Cong family!

At this time, Cong Xianhua had completely lost consciousness. She lowered her head and could vaguely see the winding blood extending down from her right eye.

Behind her, a dark golden phantom was holding her firmly in her arms.

Lan Yue's face was cold. After experiencing the initial surprise, she quickly realized that this was not Cong Wuhan's personal visit.

It should be the life-saving trick he left to Cong Xianhua, which will only be triggered when life and death are at stake.

Even so, Cong Wuhan, who was far away in the Cong family, had already known Cong Xianhua's situation and could not be delayed anymore!

Xiao Jingyao obviously thought of this, so he suddenly stood up, his ghostly aura was already surging.

Seeing this, Lan Yue hurriedly stopped him and said, "Yaoer, this power of judgment has a strong suppression effect on the ghost energy. You are seriously injured now, so it is not advisable to take action. I'll do it!"

After saying that, before Xiao Jingyao refused, Lan Yue flipped her right hand and Yao Hua was already in hand!

Her eyes were terrifying and she looked straight at the golden light.

Just a projection, not to be afraid!

The next moment, Lan Yue rushed up, and the power of sanctions in his body surged out, entangled with the power of judgment!

At the same time, the Cong family thousands of miles away let out a shocking roar, causing the mountains to shake the earth!
Chapter completed!