I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

The girl who said she was sorry was already silently controlling the other four flying sword cages.

One to the head.

Two of them are facing the chest.

One on the left breast and one on the right breast.

It was so rigorous that he wanted to applaud and praise it.

Another was aimed at something between his legs.

"..."

He didn't dare to move at all.

But even so.

Ning Ruan didn't let him go either.

A slight twist of the wrist.

The sword rotates.

"Ugh—!"

The cultivator at the twelfth level suddenly let out an extremely shrill scream.

When he saw his good brother being beaten by Ning Ruan's fist and unable to fight back, he was secretly thankful that it was not him who was beaten.

but now……

He would rather be knocked unconscious by Ning Ruan's fist than suffer this torture here.

The intense pain made his eyes go black, but the physical strength brought by the twelfth level of cultivation prevented him from fainting.

"Ning Ruan...if you want to kill me, just kill me. Why torture me?"

"I can kill you if I want to, and torture you if I want to." Ning Ruan raised the corners of her lips slightly, but there was no smile in her clear eyes. "Do you have any objections?"

She twisted her wrist slightly again.

The tip of the crimson flying sword stirred viciously in the flesh of his waist and abdomen again.

"Ah--!" The cultivator at the twelfth realm was convulsing in pain, cold sweat instantly soaking through his clothes, and all his tough words were crushed by the piercing pain.

"No... no objection!" He squeezed out a plea for mercy through his teeth, fear completely drowning out his rationality, "Forgive me... I'll give you the storage ring... I only ask... to spare my life!"

He was really scared.

How does this look like a human cultivator?

This is a devil in human skin!

Ning Ruan seemed satisfied and finally slowly drew out the flying sword.

The blood splashed onto the ice on the ground and quickly solidified into dark red ice crystals.

The cultivator at the twelfth level endured the severe pain in his waist and quickly took out several storage spiritual artifacts and handed them over.

"The storage spiritual artifacts are all here, can you really let me go?"

"Of course, we humans don't like to kill people."

Ning Ruan nodded.

But he had in his hand the storage spiritual weapon detector that he had used before.

Produced by Master Brother, although it is not aggressive, its practicality is really indispensable when going out.

"Stand still and don't move."

Twelfth Realm cultivator: "..."

He wanted to move.

If you have the guts, move the sword away.

He held his waist and covered the wound to prevent continued excessive blood loss.

The detector check was quick.

Just as he glanced over her head, he saw a strange light coming from next to a bead on the other person's headdress.

Ning Ruan smiled but didn't smile.

He took off the beads with one hand.

"Tsk, it's hidden quite carefully. I can't sense any spiritual fluctuations. There must be a lot of restrictions, right?" Ning Ruan pinched the seemingly ordinary brown bead with two fingers and turned it on his fingertips. The light emitted by the detector became more and more obvious when it got closer.

She raised her eyes and looked at the pale, sweaty Twelfth Realm cultivator in front of her. The corners of her lips curved slightly, "Is this what you meant by 'it's all here'? It's hidden so carefully, is there something good inside?"

The monk's lips trembled and he wanted to explain, but he couldn't utter a word.

The severe pain in his waist and the girl's all-seeing gaze in front of him made him unable to muster up the courage to lie.

And, what the hell is this thing?

Why can we still find the storage spiritual weapon?

Although this thing is also called a spiritual weapon, once the restrictions are set, no one can see anything unusual except for strong people with a huge gap in cultivation level.

Which psychic engineer came up with such a disgusting thing?

He could only suppress his heartache and watch Ning Ruan skillfully accept the beads.

"Is it still available now?" Ning Ruan shook the detector in his hand and asked seriously.

“…” My instinct was to say no.

But what’s the point of saying it?

The weird thing in Ning Ruan's hand could obviously detect all the storage spiritual weapons on him.

Rather than continuing to lie and waiting to be found out one by one, it is better to hand it over all at once.

Man is a swordsman, he is a fish.

Cooperation still offers a glimmer of hope.

If you don't cooperate and really anger the other party, you will be dead.

I regret it right now. I shouldn't have dug this hole today!

If I hadn't met Ning Ruan, nothing would have happened.

The cultivator of the twelfth realm looked desperate and found several spiritual storage tools from places on his body where it seemed impossible for them to appear.

Even in the shoes...

Ning Ruan: "..."

She was silent for a moment.

Looking at the storage magic weapon respectfully handed to her by the monk in front of her with a desperate look on his face, she suddenly didn't want to reach out to take it.

The Twelve Realms... maybe, but there aren't many good things there, right?

That is, spiritual fruit...

But the spiritual fruit... Ning Ruan still couldn't accept it when she thought about taking it out of a shoe.

Forget it.

Anyway, she has obtained a lot of storage magic tools for the Jindan stage, but she still can't open them. She can only wait to find someone to break the restriction later.

"Forget it, I don't want it anymore."

She took two steps back and said, "Since you're so cooperative, I'll just take the bead."

"I won't kill you."

"?"

The cultivator at the twelfth level suddenly looked up, his pupils shrinking violently due to extreme shock and disbelief.

What did he hear?

She... doesn't want it anymore?

Just want that bead? Are you really willing to let him go?

Can such a good thing happen?

Is he hallucinating because of excessive blood loss?

Or has this demon thought of something even more cruel?

"Are you...are you serious?" His voice was hoarse and dry, trembling uncontrollably. "You only want that bead? You really don't want these...anything else? And you're letting me go?"

"When did I say I'd let you go?" Ning Ruan's face was practically covered with the words 'You're dreaming!' "You wanted to kill me, and I let you go so easily. How easy am I to talk to?"

"..."

I never thought you were easy to talk to.

You are a devil!

The cultivators of the Twelfth Realm did not dare to speak out loud.

I could only look at him tremblingly, "But you just said you wouldn't kill me..."

"Yes, I won't kill you." Ning Ruan nodded, speaking as if it were a matter of course, "But I didn't say I'd let you go."

"Did I say that?" She turned her head to look at Mo Feng who was already stunned.

The latter came back to his senses, his eyes full of admiration, and nodded repeatedly, "No, I can testify!"

Ning Ruan then withdrew his gaze and looked at the pale and frightened face of the twelfth realm cultivator, "Don't be afraid, if I say I won't kill you, I definitely won't kill you."

"As long as you behave and help me clear a path under the ice, it will be fine. You should be quite good at this, right? Judging from how skilled you are in snatching spiritual weapons, this must not be your first time breaking through the hole."

“…” The cultivator from the twelfth realm remained silent.

Ning Ruan tilted her head slightly and looked at him with a smile, "Don't you agree?"