Tsundere Empress: Immortal Supreme? Just a Provocative Disciple

She took a step forward and stood beside Yue Qingling.

The little immortal is now as fragile as a begonia that has been beaten by a storm.

He said with a defeated look: "Stop, I won't cooperate with you..."

"Not cooperating? Haha, Channu~"

Leng Feiran shouted proudly.

"exist."

Yue Qingling's soul was created to obey the master of the Qingyue Sect.

If Yue Qingling can't control it, then he is Leng Feiran's subordinate.

"He didn't want to cooperate with me."

"clear."

Channu mechanically mobilized the body's functions according to the Zhiyang Zhigang Jue.

Yue Qingling inexplicably began to recite the "Zhiyang Zhigang Jue". This Shadow Immortal Lord's most proud spell was now used on herself.

The horse-riding Shadow Immortal Lord, all the gadgets found in your cave are now being used by Leng Feiran!

Wait for me to go out. Do you think I can dig your grave?

In this secret adventure, who is working hard and busy for whom?

But this point of reason has also been diluted.

He has adjusted his condition and is ready to die at any time.

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Leng Feiran said with great satisfaction: "Your adventure in the secret realm was really fruitful."

Yue Qingling regained her senses: "..."

This is the first time I have heard of digging a hole for myself.

Leng Feiran stood up, opened a picture of a beautiful woman, and asked calmly.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, do you admit defeat?"

"Demon sect witch..."

Huang Xinning was already broken. She didn't even need to guess, she already knew what Leng Feiran was doing just now.

"Hey, have I become a demon sect witch again? That's okay, Qingling, your new master doesn't love you, so I'll love you."

Leng Feiran put away the pictures of beautiful women again, which made people feel uncomfortable looking at them.

She entered Yue Qingling's spiritual platform again.

Afterwards, Yue Qingling began to writhe in pain on the ground.

The torture was comparable to torture.

"Qingling..."

Huang Xinning in the beauty picture is heartbroken.

She seemed to have a telepathic connection and could feel the misery of her sweetheart.

Leng Feiran must be torturing his soul.

How painful this feeling is!

But she could only look at the pictures of beautiful women, and nothing could help her.

Yue Qingling suffered a lot this time, and Leng Feiran seemed to be trying hard to let him know the consequences of running away.

It wasn't until he almost fell into coma that Leng Feiran came out slowly.

Yue Qingling had an idea at this time.

Whatever you say will be whatever, and he will never dare to resist again.

But Leng Feiran's target was not him.

She stood up slowly, took out a picture of a beautiful woman, looked at Huang Xinning, whose eyes were red and swollen from crying, and asked calmly.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, what do you think now?"

"Master Leng, I was wrong. All my mistakes are my fault. Please let him go."

Huang Xinning looked helplessly in the picture, and she finally spoke softly.

Leng Feiran smiled slightly: "Then I will make a condition with you."

"Just tell me, as long as you stop torturing him, I will promise you anything."

"Then I want Lingjing Sect to merge with our Qingyue Sect!"

Leng Feiran said seriously.

A hint of unbearability flashed across Huang Xinning's declining face. This was a sect that had been passed down for hundreds of years.

Will it be destroyed in her hands now?

But then, she thought of Yue Qingling's tragic situation, and smiled weakly.

The two of them are now meat on the cutting board and can be cut off as they please.

Now that things are like this, the only way to go is surrender.

Leng Feiran, you are worthy of being the Demonic Empress of Dongzhou, and you can use such methods.

Demon Cult, you have won.