Men wear women, and Lu Ding is forced to marry

If one relies on one's cultivation to break the formation, then the sinking boat will definitely not be able to break it.

But he had another solution.

Although he had not yet become a god when he discussed the Dao on the Heavenly Ranking, the tempering of his body had been more than half completed.

The blood in the body now is not much different from the divine blood.

Chen Zhou drew a talisman with blood, and the talisman broke through the layers of barriers. Finally, there was no obstacle at the exit of Yingxue Cave.

*

It was already noon when Ying Siqian was taken to the punishment platform.

She hung her head and showed no reaction, but the blood all over her body showed that she had suffered great torture in prison.

The monks holding the divine whips on the left and right sides had indifferent expressions, while the monks below became noisy and excited.

Chen Zhou pushed his way through the crowd in a hurry.

After using countless teleportation arrays to forcibly reach the Beast Taming Sect, he was already exhausted, but he just needed to go faster and faster.

A majestic and distant bell rang.

On the punishment platform, there is a scene of hell.

"...privately stripping the demon seeds caused them to spread, bringing disaster to the common people, and causing a great mistake. His sister fled for fear of punishment... However, anyone who made a mistake should be punished to correct their behavior. In order to comfort the world, today's execution is specially carried out to show everyone. All major sects have jointly decided to jointly solve this disaster. I hope everyone will be at ease and not worry."

Thunder and lightning gathered above, and the divine whip was dark and cold, flashing a creepy glow.

The first whip fell heavily.

There was a snap.

The man on the ground let out a sharp gasp.

The lightning struck straight down.

"slow--"

A pair of hands behind him covered his mouth directly, and Shen Zhou was strangled by the throat. The cold mask pressed against his neck, making him tremble.

The crowd overwhelmed him.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and he vaguely saw a familiar figure.

The man supported the unconscious man and quietly retreated from the crowd.

*

When I woke up again, everything around me had changed.

The sky was dark, and the spirit boat was surrounded by layers of dark clouds, blocking most of the light and making it difficult to see clearly.

The air was turbid, making it difficult to breathe, and the demonic energy weighed on my chest like a heavy stone.

There is almost no spiritual energy.

Chen Zhou moved his hand. His finger had been bandaged and it was obvious that the bandaging technique was very skillful.

The air was filled with a light black demonic aura that was eerie and murderous. Outside, there was the sound of the wind howling, but other than that, there was no other sound.

Chen Zhou's wrists were tied with a rope and a handkerchief was stuffed under his wrists as padding.

Although he woke up, he didn't even have the strength to speak. Just moving his fingers made him sweat.

The door was pushed open and a person stepped in.

She held a tray in her hands, squatted down beside him gently, and untied the bandage on his hand.

The wound was almost half healed. Chen Zhou's hand was held by her and the cool ointment was applied on his hand, which quickly seeped into the skin.

After changing the medicine, she brought a bowl of unknown liquid and pinched Chen Zhou's jaw to feed him the liquid. His consciousness gradually became confused and he soon passed out again.

*

When I opened my eyes again, I didn't know how much time had passed.

Chen Zhou staggered out of bed. The sound of waves, thunder and lightning, and howling gale, everything was extremely unfamiliar.

There is no one outside the thin window.

He opened the window, and the black waves on the sea seemed to be very close, and the fierce wind blew directly into the entire room.

Squeak.

A very light sound.

A hand reached out from behind and closed the wooden window again.

Chen Zhou and the masked man met each other's eyes, and neither of them moved.

There was a stove burning in the house, and unlike the biting cold wind outside, it was so hot that it made people sweat.

The masked person turned around without saying a word. Chen Zhou looked at her back, and something flashed in his eyes.

He took one or two steps towards her: "...Ling Yun!"

The person with his back to him froze, and she opened the door and was about to leave.

Chen Zhou grabbed her directly and said, "It's really you."

He raised his hand and took off the mask on the other person's face.

Ling Yun's face was completely exposed, the magic patterns on it disappeared, and was replaced by a cold and sharp expression.

Chen Zhou: "Where is Ying Siqian?"

Ling Yun frowned slightly.

Chen Zhou kept staring at her, totally unable to connect her with the Endless Sea Demon Lord who had once played tricks on him.

The most urgent matter was not what he was concerned about. Chen Zhou asked again, "Where is Ying Siqian?"

Ling Yun: "...I don't know."

"You didn't save her?!"

"..."

It was an angry question. Ling Yun finally turned around and faced him: "Why should I save her?"

Chen Zhou felt cold all over and murmured, "Why did you save her..."

Yes, saving people cannot be forced.

He angrily asked, "Then why did you take me away?!"

Ling Yun closed his eyes.

The atmosphere in the room was very depressing.

Her face was a little pale, and her expression was cold with an inexplicable sense of oppression.

The footsteps were barely audible.

Her approach forced Chen Zhou to step back until his back was against the cold wall.

There was a thud at the back of the head.

"Why did I take Master away?"

She repeated in a flat tone.

Ling Yun held his wrist and pressed him close, and with her other hand she took off his glasses and clamped the temples between her knuckles.

Then the hand grabbed his waist, pushed him and squeezed him against the cold wall.

Without giving Chen Zhou time to react, Ling Yun lowered his head and kissed him, pressing his lips against Chen Zhou's and using the tip of his tongue to pry open his teeth.

At that moment, all the blood in Chen Zhou's body seemed to freeze.

He opened his eyes blankly, and the face so close to him made him completely dazed.

The sticky sound of water came through his tinnitus, and after excessive lack of oxygen, he finally gasped violently and rapidly.

Chen Zhou slapped him in the face, Ling Yun grabbed his wrist and held it, pinched his jaw with the other hand, and squeezed his tongue in again.

As soon as it invaded, the stimulation spread throughout my bones.

She almost squeezed Chen Zhou into the corner, making him get closer to her.

Chen Zhou was trapped by her and had difficulty breathing. His chest heaved violently and even his breath had to be interrupted several times before he could catch his breath.

He struggled desperately, and Ling Yun pinched his chin until it bled. The forced kiss on his face obviously frightened and angered him.

"Are you sick?! I asked you why you took me away!"

He was lifted up by a great force and pressed on the table. With his weak limbs, he was no match for Ling Yun. Ling Yun twisted his hands behind his back and slapped him hard on the buttocks.

Chen Zhou almost cried out in pain: "Ye Lingyun! You are a bastard who betrayed your teacher and ancestors——"

Ling Yun pulled off his trousers and robe, turned him over, and pressed her hands into the red flesh. She breathed heavily, "Did Master ask a question to his disciple after he woke up?"

Chen Zhou was panting, his body trembling slightly, and his eyes were a little empty.

How could he remember this?

Ling Yun's eyes were heavy, her body pressed against Chen Zhou, feeling a little hot, burning his skin like a ball of fire.

Her breath flowed down his neck, as if she was sniffing the fragrance of the furnace on his body. It felt like a beast holding down its prey that was about to be eaten, discerning the smell with satisfaction.

A shudder ran through Shen Zhou's body.

"But, but, I..."

Ling Yun saw that he was speechless and had no expression: "It turns out that Master also feels guilty."

She exerted a little force with her hands.

"Let me go...Ye Lingyun! You bastard, you are such a traitor--"

Chen Zhou was suppressed roughly and unable to move. Ling Yun was unmoved by his abuse. Chen Zhou's body was very sensitive. Just a few touches and his breathing kept rising and falling, and his body was shaking violently.

While struggling, he bit Ling Yun, but Ling Yun was totally unaware. He leaned over to smell his waist, breathing in the fragrance between their skin and flesh.

This fragrance was like a hallucinogenic drug. Ling Yun buried her nose in his flesh and breathed. She could not hear the sound of the sinking boat. Everything seemed to be isolated by the sea, dull and silent.

The door was pushed open with a clang, and a masked man walked in, complaining lazily, "There's no one in the Sword Sect. I made this trip in vain—"

"...Brother?" She came closer and was surprised when she saw the posture.

The man who was blocked by Ling Yun had disheveled black hair and his clothes were undone. He lay on the table like a soft white fish waiting to be slaughtered.

Ling Yun looked at her coldly and said nothing.

"You, a piece of wood, can also be enlightened."

The visitor's eyes met Ling Yun's, with a frivolous look.

She took off her mask casually and pinched Chen Zhou's slender, cold fingers: "Long time no see, brother."

Chen Zhou's gaze fell on her face in a trance, as if he had been hit hard.

That person looks exactly like Ling Yun.