Wow, the husband I kidnapped is not a human

Jiang Congji sneered, "What a bullshit Emperor Venerable, he is just a beast, and he dares to seduce women. He deserves to die. Don't even mention plotting against me. I wish I could strangle him to death with my own hands."

"You bastard, you shemale are the beast, your whole family are beasts..." Jun Fuyao was furious and spat out another mouthful of blood. His already shaky body collapsed and he sat down on the ground dejectedly, gasping for breath, looking like he was about to die.

Jiang Congji walked forward slowly and said with a cruel smile: "Don't worry, this saint will not let you die. I will use all the top-grade medicines I have collected over the years on you, making you burn with desire every day, making you beg me to play with you like a dog, and making you my toy for life...hahaha..."

"You're dreaming. Even if I die, I will never be toyed with by a bastard like you!" Jun Fuyao said as she was about to take a deep breath and sever her heart meridians to die.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Congji quickly stepped forward, stretched out a finger, and tapped Jun Fuyao's forehead, instantly destroying her cultivation.

The next moment, Jun Fuyao fell limply to the ground, without even the strength to bite his tongue to commit suicide.

Jiang Cong looked at her with great satisfaction and said with a wicked smile: "Even if you are as cunning as a devil, you still want to drink my foot washing water. Wait, I promise to make you wish you could neither live nor die every day, hahahaha..."

Then, Jiang Congji squatted down and searched Jun Fuyao's body randomly, frowning and muttering as he searched: "Where is the magic weapon that hurt me? How come it disappeared? Little bitch, why is your body so clean, without any hair? Where is the magic weapon? Did you lose it..."

Having said that, he carried Jun Fuyao on his shoulders and went back along the way to look for the magic weapon.

That is a sword that can hurt a saint. Anyone who sees it will want it.

As for Jun Fuyao, her cultivation was destroyed, so Jiang Congji no longer worried that she would cause any trouble.

As Jiang Congji flew forward, he was still thinking of various ways to torture Jun Fuyao...

Jun Fuyao silently chanted in his heart: One, two, three, four, one more time...

The next moment, Jiang Congji suddenly heard a very familiar sentence...

"Die, bastard!"

Then, a sword light rose from his ribs again, following the same route as last time, piercing his body without any error, heading straight for his heart...

Then, the terrifying sword energy once again rose up in his body, exploded, and radiated...

Jiang Congji was stunned. Even at this moment of life and death, he was still stunned.

The same posture, the same words, the same sword light, the same sword energy...

Everything was a repeat of the last scene.

Jiang Congji looked up hesitantly, and even the beautiful girl was still standing ten feet away, looking at him with a look of vengeance in her eyes.

However, this time the other party did not run away, but said grimly: "Bastard, you are finished, this time, you are really finished!"

Blood rained down, but this time, Jiang Congji was no longer able to magically take it back into his body.

As the blood rained, Jiang Congji's body also fell. With a thud, Jiang Congji fell headfirst to the ground.

Until he landed, his eyes were still full of disbelief, and he even ignored the pain of being on the verge of death.

He couldn't believe it, and couldn't believe that he had been tricked by the other party twice within a quarter of an hour.

The first time, her female body was destroyed and half of her life was taken away. The second time, all her life was cut off.

I made the same mistake twice!

Jiang Congji recalled the whole process and made a horrible discovery: even if he did it again, he would still be fooled.

The girl opposite had a truly terrifying grasp on people's hearts.

"Jun Fuyao...you are really scheming!" Jiang Congji said in a low voice, moving his lips.

Jun Fuyao smiled and didn't answer him. Instead, he quickly dodged and swung the sword in his hand. Then Jiang Congji let out a shrill cry...

The tendons in his hands and feet were severed by Jun Fuyao.

……

As night fell, Chi Shengzhe, who had been enjoying himself outside all day, was walking back with good wine and delicious food.

In fact, when one reaches the level of a saint, one does not really care about the desire for food and drink.

But before that, three saints died when the Emperor Venerable dealt with a mere fourth-level Venerable. This sounded a wake-up call to the six people: even if they were facing beings with lower cultivation than them, they were not invincible.

Also, saints will die.

This also caused the six Chi Shengzhe to have no confidence in the upcoming battle with Master Jun Fuyao, and the end result might be that all six of them would be wiped out.

So the six of them planned to eat and drink well and live a good life every day.

The Saint Chi came to the place where he had parted with Jiang Congji before, and waited for a while. Seeing that he never showed up, he didn't take it to heart and went back to the cave first...

Seeing that only Chi Shengzhe came back, Chen Hao frowned and asked, "Where is Jiang Congji?"

Chi Shengzhe shuddered, put down the wine and food, rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, and said with lingering fear: "Not long after I went out, I parted ways with him. Staying with him, that feeling... is enough, I really don't want to experience it again."

"Hahaha..." The other five people laughed with glee.

"Don't worry about him. That guy must have gone somewhere to have fun. It's better if he's not around. We can eat more comfortably then." said Saint Cui with a smile.

"Not bad, not bad..." Saint Sa also laughed, and began to set out the wine and food...

After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere among the five people who were originally chatting and laughing gradually became heavy.

"Alas... this wine... the more I drink it, the worse it tastes..." Saint Sa put down the wine bowl and sighed.

Leng Tong, the cold saint of the Reclusive Sect, snorted coldly and said, "We shouldn't have come out this time. We exist to deal with the ghost ninjas and earth ninjas among the Japanese monsters. When did we have to trouble ourselves with such trivial matters?"

Chen Hao sighed and said, "This matter... is something that cannot be helped."

"Helpless? Bullshit helplessness?" Leng Tong slammed the wine bowl on the stone table and said angrily, "This is simply Mo Chenyan abusing her power for personal gain and seeking revenge for her own sister. The saints of our three holy places have become tools for others' revenge. It's pathetic, really too pathetic."

Chen Hao touched his nose and said, "Okay, okay, let's drink. Why are you saying these things to spoil the fun? Come on, continue drinking..."

Leng Tong rolled his eyes at her and said, "How am I a spoiler? If Mo Chenyan could do it, can I, Leng Tong, say anything?"

Leng Tong said, picking up the wine bowl and taking a gulp of wine, his eyes red as he said, “To deal with a fourth-level Venerable, nine saints from the three holy places were dispatched, and three from Dream Valley died directly here.

These are three saints. Don't you know what kind of impact this will have on the upcoming war against the Japanese? There are only a few saints in the three holy places. If they all die, how can we fight against the Japanese?"