Chapter 2189: Straighten your tongue

Look at what it looks like, in addition to the fragments of the tongue, there are also some fragments of teeth and lips...
This is the consequence of disobedience...
At first, I just cut my tongue altogether, and at most I suffer a temporary sin.
But now, full of trauma...
"woo woo woo woo……"
The tongue was shattered, and the master of the Qi Yao Pavilion at the moment, Shan Jue, was muttering.
"Who is making trouble here!"
From the front of this large flying battleship, a plump and beautiful woman walked over. With a word, the scene was silent...
The identity of this person in front of us is extraordinary, and everyone naturally dare not make a mistake at this moment...
"It's Master Murong who is here..."
"Hush hush hush... Don't talk nonsense, Master Murong will naturally take care of everything..."
"Master Murong is here, who dares to make trouble?"
"Both... are low-key..."
"Hehehe... This time there is a good show... This wave of the young man in the sky-high sanctuary is probably going to be unlucky..."
"The young pavilion master of the Seven Luminaries Pavilion of the Seven Luminaries Sanctuary was beaten like this, and he has to set an example..."
"Don't talk anymore, don't be caught by someone with a heart..."
"Yes, yes, it's true that it is true, and I should be more concerned."
...
Murong Yu strode over from a distance. At the beginning, she followed the smell of blood. When she smelled the smell of blood, she felt something was not right, and it turned out that it was indeed the case...
Someone dared to make trouble under her nose!
She is the actual controller of this battleship at the moment, and her task is to safely bring the examiners of these third-class sanctuary to the Guangming Academy in the sky sanctuary...
If there are casualties, it will still affect her more or less...
In the crowd, she caught Fang Fan at a glance.
At this moment, Fang Fan is leaning on the little girl slave Xue Ling, and leisurely slaps Erlang's legs...
This guy is so eye-catching!
At this moment, many people's eyes are focused on Fang Fan, so it is not surprising that Murong Yu can stare at Fang Fan at a glance...
"This thing has something to do with this guy?"
"It seems that he is not injured..."
"It's quite enjoyable!"
Murong Yu's gaze glanced at the little female slave Xue Ling beside Fang Fan, and then looked at Fang Fan's complacent look. I don't know why, there was an inexplicable discomfort in his heart...
She is ready to train Fang Fan as her male slave, and her male slave leans on other women...
Hmm... It feels a little bit awkward.
"woo woo woo woo……"
At this time, the master of Qiyao Pavilion, Shan Jue, hurriedly climbed over with trembling lips, his body was already contaminated with blood, and blood was spitting out from his mouth...
"What do you want to say!"
"Straighten your tongue!"
The red-clothed archbishop Murong Yu, the third poinsettia of the first-class Guangming Alliance Temple, said grimly.
But immediately, she discovered that the tongue of the master of the Seven Lights Pavilion, Shan Jue, had already been shattered, and it was a blessing to be able to make a sound at this moment...
"Ooo...oooo..."
At this moment, the master of Qiyao Pavilion, Shan Jue, felt that he had a great grievance stuck in his chest and couldn't vent. The whole person was trembling with his eyes, his eyes flickering...
Various ideas gathered in my mind, and the sound of inhalation was vividly displayed!
I can only say...too real!