Chapter 682: Loser not lose

Sure enough, asking for others is better than asking for ourselves.
It's better to count on others than to trust yourself ...
Because Ye Feng had been running in circles in order to avoid Ye Qingyu's pursuit, the place where they were caught was not far from the general helm of the Ming religion.
Ye Qingying rode on the dying cat, carrying the dying cat, carrying Ye Feng, but returned to her old place in just half an hour.
Of course, she didn't make Ning Xuemo better along the way.
Whenever she saw that she was a little awake, she started tossing her.
Her technique is really powerful, and she can toss Ning Xuemo's soul without hurting the white cat's body. The feeling of discomfort that had just flooded her has not disappeared, and she began to taste the taste of almost being blown by the hurricane ...
Whenever her soul couldn't hold it apart, Ye Qingyu managed to gather her up again.
After a little stabilization, she continued to toss her.
Ning Xuemo finally knew that it was so difficult to die!
Finally know that there are still such penalties in this world ...
"Little girl, it seems that you don't know the heights and heights of this place. This seat will let you learn well!" When Ning Xuemo was half-fainted, he heard Ye Qingying.
The voice was as cold and noble as she usually was, but the words spoke with the cruelty of bloodthirsty ...
Ning Xuemo also said to her, "Old woman, aunt and grandma, wait and see!"
After this sentence, it was blasted with cool breeze again, and continued to taste the taste of the hurricane ...
...
When Ning Xuemo was awake again, she opened her eyes and found herself in a large hall.
She slowly turned her eyes and recognized the hall as a side hall of Ye Qingying.
There is not much in the side hall.
But each one looks weird.
There are red and black whip, light cyan nail board, and even a trowel ...
The most conspicuous is the big tripod in the middle of the main hall. Under the big tripod, a light blue flame is burning, and the boiling oil in the tripod is rolling.
This is like a torture chamber. The only difference between this and other places is that the torture in other places is real, but the torture in this place seems to be false.
All are shrouded in pale cyan, like silhouettes ...
"Little girl, you have the courage to dare! You dare to provoke this seat! This seat is still very good for you. Without letting you taste these punishments, you will be lawless ..."
Ye Qingchen lifted Ning Xuemo, looked into his eyes, and smiled softly: "You said, which one should you taste first? Have you heard of the eighteenth floor of hell? Go to the knife mountain, go to the pan , Two halves of a knife ... or taste the penalty whip first? "
After one round of flooding and several rounds of celestial wind splitting her body, her head was already stunned, and even Ye Qingyu's words were not clear to her. Just faintly heard what eighteen layers of ...
Her gaze was fixed on the whip, but she couldn't react for a moment.
This woman wants to whip her?
Ha ha, she's not afraid to up her baby cat?
She smirked, and when she was desperate, she was losing and not losing: "A who no one wants, you can let the horse over ... Look, I'm afraid of you!"
"Duck!" Ye Qingying's face changed, and this woman no one wanted stimulated her.
Throwing Ning Xuemo to the ground with one hand, the red and black whip fell on her hand, and a whip was drawn towards Ning Xuemo!