The third world does not cross the demon

I don't know what it is, and it stirs wantonly in my mouth, reaching the depths of my throat, emitting a disgusting taste.

humiliation!

Unwilling!

anger!

Filled with Young Master Lian Yue's brain!

But at this moment, his body was like a lump of mud. What else could he do besides being at the mercy of others?

The most frightening thing was that under the effects of the "beauty drunk", his body reacted instinctively!

These are constantly encroaching on Mr. Lian Yue's fragile nerves at this time...

Finally, after the last layer of his underwear was roughly torn off, Mr. Lian Yue's consciousness completely collapsed!

He finally closed his star-like eyes and gave up struggling as if resigned to his fate...

The unscrupulous laughter of the Seventh Prince sounded in his ears, and even the exhausted panting of those strong men...

Young Master Lian Yue clenched his teeth, a tear flowed from the corner of his eye...

Sad!

Unexpectedly, his innocence, which he had defended for 16 years, would be given by these lowly people today...

"Namo Amitabha!" Just when Mr. Lian Yue thought that the whole world was dark and dark, a sonorous and powerful Buddha's chant sounded in his ears.

This Buddha's name seems to come from the salvation of the soul!

Young Master Lian Yue's already collapsed consciousness suddenly ignited hope again!

"Monk?!" Young Master Lian Yue suddenly opened his eyes, but he didn't know that at this moment, he was so eager for him to stand by his side and protect him.

"So it's you smelly monk again!" The Seventh Prince immediately jumped up to Lao Gao, stretched out his pointed nails, pointed at Monk Budu, and screamed like a pig: "Kill! Come on! Kill me quickly!" he!"

After hearing this, the twelve strong men surrounding Young Master Lian Yue immediately turned all their attention to the white-clothed monk who suddenly appeared at the gate of the secret room and dungeon.

His originally pure white cassock was covered with shocking bloodstains, like blossoming red plum blossoms in the snow.

Young Master Lian Yue's heart trembled. How many injuries did this stupid monk suffer, so that he could see the knife wounds and sword wounds on his body through his ragged monk clothes...

Some of these wounds have solidified into black and purple scars, and some of them are still seeping blood from the scars...

The most glaring thing was the arrow wound on the monk's left shoulder. Young Master Lian Yue's vision gradually blurred, but this shocking arrow wound still stabbed his eyes.

Young Master Lian Yue felt a pain in his heart, how could he forget!This arrow wound was left by the monk to protect him.

The remaining rationality always reminded him that although this stupid monk looked as tall as a mountain, judging from his disordered breathing and the scars all over his body, he was already at the end of his strength at this time.

Young Master Lian Yue's lips trembled a few times, and he wanted to speak, but he didn't even utter a word.I don't know if it's because of the poison of "beauty drunk", or because my heart is really tight, I can't say...

This stupid monk Budu was already seriously injured, so he didn't take the opportunity to run away, but instead killed him here, and died in vain just to save him...

Is this stupid monk mentally ill...

Soon, Young Master Lian Yue's mood was brought back to reality by the sound of fighting in front of him...

The monk Budu who was originally full of compassion, unexpectedly in order to save him, held a butcher knife, like a killing god in hell, mercilessly hacked at the twelve strong men in the secret room.

"Have all the people outside died? Come on! Come on! Come on! Kill this crazy monk for me!" The Seventh Prince jumped and shouted towards the outside.