Fairy, wait a minute

Chapter 404 Massacre 2
Jiang Lian walked towards the leading male cultivator. The male cultivator desperately crawled on the ground and wriggled forward, leaving traces of blood on the grass.She grabbed the male cultivator by his neck and lifted him up.

"Ah, don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me, I'll give you whatever you want, please don't kill me!!!" The male cultivator wailed, as if the air was leaking from his throat.

Jiang Lian's eyes glanced at his heart, where the ice thorn was stuck. The male cultivator was already on the verge of death, and he was still alive only because of his terrible desire to live.

Jiang Lian's curtain cap had fallen off, and her face was splattered with blood. She looked extremely terrifying. At this time, she slowly tightened her grip on the male cultivator.

"I'll give you whatever you want! Don't kill me! I'm valuable, I'm valuable!" The male cultivator felt suffocated, his face was pale, and he looked horrified.

Jiang Lian threw the male cultivator to the ground and said in a voice as cold as ice, "I want the map of Qianqi Sect."

The male cultivator was able to breathe and nodded quickly. Jiang Lian threw the Yunhe brush to her. The male cultivator quickly took it with both hands, tore off the hem of his own clothes and began to draw on it.

While painting, the male cultivator's hands were shaking, and he felt his pupils were trembling slightly, making it difficult to see the canvas clearly.

No, no, no.

He gritted his teeth, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, picked up the brush and kept drawing, his body was shaky, especially his heart hurt badly.

The male cultivator held his right wrist with his other hand, trying to stop his hand from shaking.

Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief after finishing the painting. He was able to survive. He could survive. As for the life and death of Qianqi Cult, what did he have to do with it?He just needs to live on his own!

"Pfft." He heard a sharp pain in his heart.The male cultivator looked at Jiang Lian in disbelief and saw a long sword piercing his heart.

There was a bloody smell of despair in his voice, and his pupils shrank sharply, "Didn't you promise me not to kill me! Didn't you promise me not to kill me!!!!"

Jiang Lian drew out his sword and looked at the male cultivator expressionlessly, "When did I promise you?"

The male cultivator's resentful and unwilling expression will always be fixed at this moment, with a hint of despair.

"Bang!" The corpse fell heavily.

Jiang Lian cut off his head and then picked up the Qianqi Sect's map from the ground.

She doesn't like any hidden dangers.

Jiang Lian's skirt was sticky with blood and blood clots. She wiped her face nonchalantly and looked at the map carefully. The male cultivator's blood quickly spread out and formed a pool of blood.

Chu Ming swallowed his saliva, took a step forward and asked, "Jiang Lian, are you okay?"

Just now Jiang Lian was killing like crazy, and he couldn't even intervene, so Jiang Lian just killed them all like a demon.

"I'm fine." Jiang Lian smiled lightly, then put the map in the storage ring, squatted down and groped around the male cultivator, and found a token and storage bag.

Next, she walked over to the other cultists, took away all their token storage bags, and even took off a few coats.

Jiang Lian put the pile of things in the water and rinsed them, and asked the little bamboo rats to smell them one by one to confirm that there was no tracking pollen or the like on them. Then he pinched a purifier and put it in the storage ring.

The casual cultivator whose hands and feet were tied had already been scared to death. Chu Ming untied him and smelled a smell of urine, which made him immediately jump to the side and cover his nose, "It's not how old you are. Isn’t it embarrassing to wet your pants?”

Are the physical fitness of today’s monks so poor?
The casual cultivator looked at Jiang Lian killing people like crazy and was so frightened that he collapsed. His buttocks were peeing, his hands were waving wildly, and he was whining, but he couldn't hear what he was saying.

(End of this chapter)