The red and black whip shadow swept across the white cat's body. There was no scar on the white cat's body, but it was rolling in a low voice!

Ning Xuemo understood after being hit by this. The bastard woman's torture instrument is specifically targeted at the soul. She drew the soul, not this white cat!

The soul was so painful that it was almost cracking. Ning Xuemo was trembling slightly on the ground, but laughed: "Old woman, you are so angry that you are embarrassed! Hahaha!"

Ye Qingluan: “…”

Usually, if she whips like this, no matter how tricky the soul is, she will obey her orders and kneel down and beg for mercy.

Unexpectedly, once Ning Xuemo, who originally thought that the most well-behaved, would be furious and unpaid!

"Look at you being stubborn!" Ye Qingluan was so angry that she whipped one after another!

The white cat kept rolling on the ground.

It hurts! It hurts like being torn!

Ning Xuemo felt like she was about to be slashed into pieces by torture, and her soul could no longer hold on and slowly cracked...

Is this going to die completely?

This vague thought flashed through her mind.

Since she came to this world, she has been working hard to live. No matter what situation she encounters, she has never given up the opportunity to live and wants to survive.

But now, she longs to die...

Desire to be scattered immediately, ignorant and ignorant...

She used to rely on her unyielding spirit to support her, but now she is also collapsing.

Once the energy is relaxed, the souls that were originally well-combined can no longer be gathered and begin to float outward one by one...

"I can't stand it now? I want to give up now? I haven't had enough fun yet!" Ye Qingluan raised her sleeves, and a faint green light surrounded the white cat...

The slowly escaping souls were once again forced to close together.

Ning Xuemo felt that her body was forcibly twisted, and then she got up in groups.

The hands and feet are no longer in their original positions, and all joints are dislocated. The feet are installed where the hands are supposed to be long, and the head is forced to be installed on the part where the neck is supposed to be long...

The terrifying and indescribable pain felt.

After all, she was still a girl and had never suffered such pain in her life. When she was in a dizzy mind, she screamed loudly with instinct...

Her voice was naturally a shrill cat moaning in the cat's body, and her voice was miserable and frightening...

Ye Qingluan finally smiled with satisfaction, picked her up and walked towards the big tripod: "It will be better if you fry it from the oil pan like this... Don't worry, the oil in it is the oil from the Yin Realm. It will only fry your soul and will not hurt my baby cat..."

Putting the soul into the oil pan is the heaviest punishment for the soul.

She believed that after frying this bold little girl in a oil pan, she would almost die out.

I chased her for most of the day and was extremely tired. I had to ask my disciples to find a fresh soul to replace Ning Xuemo and enter the cat's body to live...

Then she can go to rest after she has dealt with Ning Xuemo.

Her thoughtful collections flashed in front of her eyes again... she clenched her hands hatefully!

She was about to throw Ning Xuemo into the oil cauldron when the door of the palace was pushed open with a slam. A disciple rolled in and rushed in: "Master, Emperor... Emperor is here..."

"What...what?!" Ye Qingluan's heart was as if she was hit by a big hammer, and the white cat in her hand fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!