Chapter 1300: She can't help but scare

Fang Xi Yan Qiao's face became increasingly white. She was not very afraid of death, but she was afraid of being alive before death. And all these death methods provided by Feng Xiaoxun were the cruelest, comparable to the top ten tortures in Qing Dynasty— —
Those kinds of methods of death made me feel cold. Although Fang Xiyan was a senior exorcist, he was very young and did not experience any big storms. He was frightened by him, and his body was stiff, and his breathing increased. The heart almost sank into the abyss, and despair drowned the apex like a wave—
Finally, the matter of white tofu was temporarily left behind ...
She had been seriously injured at the beginning, and she had just been supported by her breath. She was frightened by this time and again. She couldn't hold her breath anymore, her eyes were dark and she fainted again ...
Oops! Terrified!
Feng Xiaoxun finally shut up and looked down at her.
Seeing her eyes closed slightly, her pale little mouth was stubbornly tight, and there was a drop of tears on her eyelashes.
He sighed softly, his heart softened, and the girl was still so scared.
He likes to torture, and naturally there is a room for torture. There are all kinds of torture equipment in it. As long as he can think of it, he can find it in his torture room ...
I remember when he concocted a traitor in the torture room. She inadvertently broke in and was stunned by the scene. Her face was even paler than those who were sentenced—
The frightened look made him unable to carry on any more. He simply executed the traitor with one hand, then quickly picked her up out of the torture room and slowly soothed him.
Probably the scene was too exciting. He comforted her for a long time and couldn't stop her shivering. He had a fever that night, talking nonsense all night, letting him take care of her for a night ...
Since then, he has forbidden her to approach the torture room again, and he has never tortured anyone in front of her--
Her kung fu is a lot higher than before, but her mind does not seem to change much.
Good-hearted, easy-hearted, afraid of pain, afraid of suffering, but also likes to take risks, likes to gossip ...
He held her in one hand and lifted up the other gently, brushing her fingers over her slightly wet eyelashes, feeling the itchy touch, and sighing lowly: "Feier, should it be you? It's just-previous life You love me so much, but you were afraid of death, but you blocked the sword for me. At that time, there was only one me in your eyes. Why don't you remember me at all in this world? Why worry about an irrelevant man— — "
The low sigh was soft and long, with a trace of vicissitudes and frustration.
Then the woman in her arms just lay softly in his arms, her little hand still unconsciously holding his front placket, giving him a moment of nagging.
Has his daughter returned to his arms?
There was a faint sound from the bottom. He looked back. The original house had disappeared. Nine rays of light were interweaving below. The shape of a lock faintly locked the green light there, the green light. You can't break the control of the lock with a left and right burst ...
Feng Xiaoxun showed a hint of ridicule on his lips. The Scorpion King still ignored the enemy. He did not know that the disciples of Zilianmen might be vulnerable, but what they were best at was setting up a formation. Once the formation was formed, ordinary demons would break through stay home!
It took him a lot of effort to break the battle, not to mention this scorpion king?
The demon power of this poison scorpion is about one-third of his year, and he doesn't know how to break the battle.