Ding You choked his throat, as if he was tied up and negotiated the conditions, not Feng Ruyuan.

His voice finally became sinister: "Today, I will only kill one person. From tomorrow, I will kill three people in one day. The Blood Sect has some methods that make life worse than death. Feng Daojun is knowledgeable, so I guess Ding doesn't need to explain it in detail one by one."

Feng Rugu said unmoved: "What does Sect Master Ding hope that Feng Er can do?"

"You can choose Feng Daojun, whether to save them?" Ding You smiled with a smile, "A piece of meat on Feng Daojun's body will be exchanged for a life. Is this a good deal?"

Sure enough, Feng Rugu raised an eyebrow, as if he was surprised.

However, before Dingyou could be proud, he heard Feng Rugu say, "Dare you ask about such a cost-effective transaction, why does Master Ding start from tomorrow? Do you have to give me one night to consider?"

Ding You thought he would at least be spit on his face, and his proud expression was already ready. Hearing this, his expression stopped.

"I want to hear them begging me? I want me to sleep all night?" Feng Rugu reasoned reasonably, "I still want me to scold you? What a heroic figure in Sect Master Ding, wouldn't he be so mean, right?"

When Dingyou was speechless, Feng Rugu said again: "No need to think about it overnight, I promise you now. You can leave."

He successfully mixed up a life-and-death threat without any slightest taste, causing Ding You to burst into a dark fire again, but he could not find a reason to vent.

Ding You was almost suspicious, and Feng Rugu planned to commit suicide tonight, so he agreed so readily.

He sneered and pushed Feng Rugu away the barefoot that was stepping on his shoulder, and stood up: "Mr. Feng, be silly, be silly if you want to die, don't make yourself half-dead, it's even more sad."

While the young Taoist surnamed Xiao was unbearable and tossed and turned, Feng Rugu smiled and said, "Sect Master Xie Ding reminded me."

After saying that, Feng Ruguru's toes moved suddenly.

Dingyou suddenly felt a wind in his ears, and the sharp ears tingled for a while, as if something hard was flying out against his ears.

He looked back in shock and anger, and found that the boy named Xiao stopped pondering hard. A bone mixed with red in the white twitched for a while, muttering a few words that no one could understand, and finally broke his voice.

A small stone was completely penetrated from his forehead.

His blood and brain marrow had already flowed all over by the torture of blood poison, so no filth was flowing from the black hole.

Under Ding You's gaze, Feng Rugu's expression was extremely calm.

As early as when he stepped on Dingyou's shoulder, he clamped his toes with a small stone.

The stones made him feel very painful, and thanks to this pain, he kept calm enough when facing Dingyou.

When he came into contact with Ding You's cold gaze, Feng Rugu narrowed his eyes and smiled sweetly.

"Seeing laughter, please rest assured, Sect Master Ding, this stone was not for you. Feng Er no longer had spiritual power, so he naturally knew that this trick of throwing stones could not do anything to Sect Master Ding." Feng Rugu said, "But letting a dying person die cleanly is enough... Now you owe me thirteen lives."

Feng Rugu is well aware of his words when he speaks them with a provocative meaning.

Dingyou no longer wanted to get entangled with him and left with a smile.

Before leaving, he whispered to the bloody disciples below to watch Feng Rugu tonight and come to report it immediately if there is any abnormal movement.

But this time, Dingyou was really worried.

Feng Rugu didn't plan to die.

He even had the leisure to use his feet to gather the straw he could reach and made a soft and wet mat for himself.

Someone whispered: "Feng Daojun, you don't have to..."

"No need for anything?" Feng Rugu said, "If you don't need my help, you will call Dingyou back immediately, and it's still time."

If it was half an hour ago, at least half of these teenagers would feel relieved and refused to let others suffer for themselves.

But as soon as Feng Rugu said this, none of the fellow Taoists made a sound when they looked at the dead body on the ground that they didn't even know whether they were looking down or not.

They didn't even dare to say a nice word.

Feng Rugu saw another young face from one young face, and couldn't say that he had any expectations in his heart, so he naturally had no disappointment.

Feng Rugu rested his head on the cold wall, and looked at the light leaping light above his head, his eyes became more and more black and white.

Finally, someone broke the embarrassing silence: "Feng Daojun, I..."

Feng Rugu looked at him.

The disciple who seemed about two or three years older than him mustered up great courage: "If you want a happy life, I can-"

In such circumstances, this is already a great kindness.

Feng Rugu finally felt a little warm in his eyes: "Thank you."

The disciple lowered his head in shame.

Feng Rugu saved their lives many times, but now the only thing they can do is to give him a good death.

He dragged his injured right arm and was about to get up when he heard Feng Rugu say, "...but I don't want to die."

The disciple is anxious.

He knew that Dingyou had three swords that day, and he planned to torture him with a slow sword.

Tomorrow and the next day, the Feng Ruyuan may still be able to bear it.

What if it's been a long time?

No one can save them, no one can know how long the scabbard will last.

Perhaps, when someone came to help, Feng Rugu had already become a skeleton.

And Dingyou had enough ability to make him live in stagnant life at that time.

Feng Rugu knew the disciple’s worries.

Because he knew everything, he didn't think about it and just stared at the light above his head.

After watching for a long time, there were more afterimages in front of me. The afterimages looked like a little man in green clothes and long hair, sitting there delicately, with big words written one by one.
Chapter completed!