The starry eyes in the night sky seemed extremely peaceful, and the scream under the silence seemed very abrupt.

Because the sound was so hoarse and shrill, Shen Lang couldn't tell who was screaming, whether it was a man, a woman, a man or a young man?

In the shrill sound, the pond in the distance rippled with ripples, and the fish swimming in the water dived into the bottom of the water in horror. There was no wind at this night, but the gardenia and crabapple around the cage were automatically rustled by the sound wave.

Shen Lang felt that it was like a ghost crying and howling, which seemed particularly terrifying in the quiet night sky, and he couldn't help but want to cover his ears. But when he wanted to raise his arms, he realized again that his hands were locked in the cage and could not move at all.

So he couldn't help but curse: "Damn it! Is this the turtle again? Will you let people sleep?"

At this moment, the doors and windows in the distance were broken with a bang, and a figure with disheveled hair broke through the doors and windows, and they beat several people in the grass like a dead dog thrown out.

Shen Lang only thought that someone in the room threw the guy with disheveled hair out, so he looked at the broken doors and windows curiously.

However, he looked for a long time but couldn't see the figure on the doors and windows. After a while, he realized that the guy with disheveled hair was not thrown out by someone else, but for some special reason, he broke through the doors and windows and rolled into the yard.

At this time, in the grass, the figures with disheveled hair were still rolling around on the ground like crazy, as if they were extremely painful. The shrill screams never stopped.

"Where is the madman coming out?" Shen Lang was a little confused. With the bright moonlight, he faintly saw blood in the grass. It seemed that the guy had injured himself unknowingly. Finally, he saw the true appearance of the figure and his expression became strange.

Because the madman with disheveled hair was Taoist Cang Jie. At the same time, he also thought of the reason why Taoist Cang Jie was crazy.

Taoist Cang Jie took the Demon Heart Pill, and as early as the prison of the Ancient Wild Clan of the Wild Clan, the addiction of the Demon Heart Pill had begun to appear faintly. It took seven or eight days before leaving the Ancient Wild Clan along the way, and it happened to be the time when the side effects of the Demon Heart Pill exploded.

"Hahahahaha! Retribution! I said you will suffer the consequences sooner or later!" Shen Lang couldn't help laughing, and even wanted to clap his hands and laugh.

I thought to myself that this guy once said something sarcastic during the day, but now I am at least comfortable, but your retribution comes first.

At the same time, what he thought of was that Leng Yanji's little girl was indeed a bit vicious. She should have known that Taoist Cang Jie was about to be poisoned and kept him by his side, but she did not give him an antidote, but she wanted to torture him like this...

This kind of thinking is really bad.

At the same time, this also once again shows that Leng Yanji's hostility towards the righteous monks is deeply rooted in the bones. Therefore, even if Taoist Cang Jie, the deputy hall master of the Zhengqi Palace, has defected to her, this little girl still has to torture the subordinates of the righteous path at any time.

However, these things have nothing to do with Shen Lang. Shen Lang would not give any sympathy to Taoist Cang Jie.

Because in his eyes, Taoist Cang Jie had long been a dead person, an inhuman walking corpse.

At this time, the pain of Taoist Cang Jie continued. Shen Lang watched him rolling on the ground, and saw him rushing into a tree like crazy. He watched him biting his arms and tearing his flesh and blood, as if he wanted to use his physical pain to relieve the pain in his heart.

But that kind of pain seems to be unsolvable.

Shen Lang was enjoying watching it and thought to himself: I am indeed a little unlucky, but when I was unlucky, I could still see such a powerful performance, which was considered a refund of the ticket price! Well... the only drawback is that I can't move, and there are no melon seeds or fruits around me. If I can watch while kneading melon seeds, it would be perfect.

Just as he was thinking about this, suddenly a tall and beautiful cold figure fell from the sky. It was Leng Yanji.

Leng Yanji originally planned to come to find Shen Lang directly, but before she could take a step, Taoist Cang Jie seemed to have seen a savior, like a dog who saw his master, and rushed over directly.

His movements were very fast, with an unconcealed desire and eagerness. However, when he approached Leng Yanji, he forced himself to stop his body because of a small look from the other party. His palms were tightly trapped in the soil, keeping three steps away from Leng Yanji, and he didn't dare to get close at all.

Because he knew very well that Leng Yanji had a cleanliness obsession. He looked dirty now. If the mud or blood on his body was stained with a trace of his body, he would not only not be able to obtain the Demon Heart Pill today, but his life would also be explained directly here.

"Saint... Sir..." Taoist Cang Jie endured the pain of the demon fire eroding his heart, did not dare to act randomly, did not dare to let the dust on the ground rise, forcibly calmed down, kowtowed and kowtowed and bowed, "Please give me the holy pill."

"Oh?" Leng Yanji raised her eyebrows lightly, looked at his pitiful look, and asked deliberately: "But why do I want to give a pill?"

The girl's voice seemed to be a bit cute and naughty, but Taoist Cang Jie couldn't help but tremble.

Why give pill?

As the saying goes, no reward is received without merit. What kind of contribution does he have? What reason can he get the saint to give the elixir?

Leng Yanji said again: "You seem to have done nothing during this period, and you have exposed your identity in the ancient tribe of the wilderness. Now you don't have much value to use."

Taoist Cang Jie was even more shocked. He was the chess piece placed by the saint in Lingyun Sect. But now Xue Qingwu knew that he had colluded with the Demon Sect, as well as many people from Shui Linglong, Hengdao Sect, and Giant Whale Gang already knew his true identity.

What's worse is that none of those people died. At this moment, they must have left the ancient tribe of the wilderness. In a few days, I am afraid that everyone in the world will know about his collusion with the Demon Sect. He cannot continue to hide in the righteous sect and help the saint do something.

Thinking of this, Taoist Cang Jie no longer dared to continue thinking and said in a trembling voice: "In the future, my subordinates will definitely work harder for the saint. Even if they go up the sword mountain and the sea of ​​fire, they will never regret it. I beg the saint to give him another chance."

"I will never regret it if I die?" As if because of the reason why I disliked the Taoist Cang Jie that it was too dirty, Leng Yanji did not touch the Taoist Cang Jie with her hands, but she stretched out her toes and gently lifted his chin, showing a devilish smile: "What if, what if I let you die now?"

Taoist Cang Jie's body trembled suddenly, and a strong sense of reluctance arose in his heart. His life was so bumpy. In order to keep climbing up, he even destroyed his human nature.

Death, of course he doesn't want to die.

But what if he doesn't want to do it? From the beginning of his choice to take this path, it is equivalent to giving his life to the woman in front of him. If this woman lets him die, he must die.

Feeling the increasingly painful feeling of the demon fire in the body, Taoist Cang Jie bit and pressed his head to the ground again, almost crying with old tears, saying, "Cang Jie is willing to die."

Leng Yanji raised her foot and stepped on her head gently, looking down at the person under her feet.

Taoist Cang Jie's forehead was sunk into the soil, and his body shivered from fear. Because he knew very well that with the strength of the Saint, he only needed to use light force on his feet, and he could stomp his head like a bed bug to death.

The night sky is silent, and this scene seems to be frozen. The tall and beautiful girl stepped on the man's head and bowed to the man's head. Under the bright moonlight, the noble and cold contrasting she is so noble and cool that she is now, she has a different kind of beauty and temptation.

But Shen Lang, who was watching the show in the distance, could not feel any other temptation, but a deep fear arises from the depths of his heart.

Because he understood very well that from this moment on Taoist Cang Jie's body and mind had surrendered to that woman.

How can a proud monk surrender and obedient to this extent not make people feel terrible? In terms of the strength of Taoist Cang Jie, he is indeed inferior to Leng Yanji, but from beginning to end, even if the saint wants him to die, he dare not have the slightest disobedience. It can be seen how high Leng Yanji's prestige is in his heart.

Looking at the righteous monk who surrendered to his feet, Leng Yanji smiled again. Even if she was a dead dog, she would always have some uses. It would be a pity to kill him like this. Finally, she glanced at Shen Lang in the distance, and didn't know what she thought of, and the regret in her heart was even more obvious.

So he raised his little feet that were stepping on the head of Taoist Cang Jie and said with a smile: "Although you are useless, I think it seems that it is a good thing to have a dog with the right way to beat, scold and relieve boredom when I am idle. So, would you like to be such a dog?"

Leng Yanji did not hide her hatred for the righteous path, nor did she hide her humiliation of the personality of Taoist Cang Jie.

However, after hearing the humiliating words, Taoist Cang Jie seemed to see the divine light in despair, and said repeatedly: "I am willing! It is my honor to be a dog by the saint."

"Look at you, you're so mean." Leng Yanji giggled, and suddenly turned her hands and took out a black dagger and said, "Since you want to be a dog, I, the owner, will of course leave some marks, otherwise how can others know that you are a dog?"

"Sign?" Taoist Cang Jie didn't understand what this meant for a moment.

"Raise your head." Leng Yanji ordered directly.

Taoist Cang Jie did not dare to disobey, so he quickly raised his head.

Leng Yanji used her hand to push away his scattered hair, and her movements seemed very gentle. Taoist Cang Jie looked obsessed, because this was the first time he had such an intimate contact with the Saint in a long time.

However, just when he was a little obsessed and moved, the sudden burning pain made him wake up. After the saint pulled away his hair, he left a trace on his face with the dagger in his hand.

The pain of the skin on his face being cut and the pain of the demon fire eroding the heart in his body, Taoist Cang Jie couldn't help but struggle and hide behind for a while.
Chapter completed!