Quick Wear: The Crazy Female Supporting Character Goes Crazy in the Crematorium

Chapter 42 42. The Merry Stepmother of the Demon Cult Leader (12)

Cheng Yue touched it softly, as if she was really savoring it.

"It's not bad, it's a good wine."

Shao Zhuoyi sneered, "I want to see how long you can keep your mouth so hard?"

Cheng Yueshu glanced at Fu Zhixiu: "Is this how Elder Fu goes to the theater?"

Fu Zhixiu frowned, and stood in front of Cheng Yueshu.

"I'll see who dares to hurt her!"

The Fifth Elder was Fu Zhixiu's half-brother, who had also been beaten up by Cheng Yueshu, so he couldn't help but stand up.

"Brother, don't be obsessed with it. This bitch is domineering with his blood-clothed magic skills. Does he really treat us as soft persimmons?"

"Although you are excellent in martial arts, there are too many people who want her life. Two fists are hard to beat with four hands. Even you can't stop it."

Fu Zhixiu took a deep breath, but still refused to budge.

"I promised my wife that I will take good care of her."

Shao Zhuolin tore his face, and said without any scruples: "Elder Fu is really infatuated, but you don't know that this bitch has just lost her husband, so she started thinking about me and hooking up with such a whore, be careful The green glow on the head."

Shao Zhuoyi also stood up, holding a sword flower with his long sword.

"Mr. Cheng, hand over the bloody clothes magic skills, and spare you."

The woman held her snowy cheeks, her eyes were smiling, as if in front of her was not a group of vicious people who wanted her life, but a clown jumping up and down at her birthday party.

"What a show."

Shao Zhuoer just felt it was ridiculous: "When you are about to die, you still put on a show, really thinking that Fu Zhixiu can protect you?"

He took two steps closer with the dagger in his hand, and pointed the tip of the sword towards Cheng Yueshu.

"After you destroy your attractive face, I'll see who else will help you."

Cheng Yueshu: "Tsk, you talk too much."

The woman stood up and patted the dust that didn't exist on the hem of the clothes.

"The villain is always like this. He seizes the opportunity to twitter and rub the camera, as if a mouth is rented. I'm afraid that if you say less, you will suffer."

Cheng Yueshu said with emotion: "It's really out of style."

Although Shao Zhuolin couldn't understand most of the words, his pupils constricted, his heart sank suddenly, and kept slipping.

"You...you didn't drink that glass of wine?"

Cheng Yueshu: "I drank it, but your father left me a lot of things. He has been preventing others from giving him the Hua Gong Powder. Many years ago, he did not hesitate to spend tens of thousands of gold to buy the antidote from the ghost doctor. Didn't it happen to be cheap for me?"

Shao Zhuolin was taken aback, Shao Zhuoyi and Shao Zhuoer's eyes widened even more, the elders looked at each other anxiously, unexpectedly Cheng Yueshu was already prepared.

Shao Zhuo quickly gritted his teeth, and said sharply: "Even if there is an antidote, so many of us, can't we beat her?"

Cheng Yueshu laughed loudly: "I just said you talk too much, come on, who will be the first?"

Everyone was hesitant and uneasy, and they were extremely afraid of Cheng Yueshu, and they wanted to make a move but were afraid that they would be the first bird.

Fu Zhixiu stood behind Cheng Yueshu, his eyes flickered as if he was thinking about something.

Cheng Yue Shu turned her head to look at the censer beside her.

"I forgot to say, my dead ghost husband really treats me kindly. The antidote of Hua Gong San is nothing, and there is Linglong Xiang in the ghost doctor school."

"Linglongxiang is similar to the fragrance in the goose pear tent. It is fragrant and fragrant. It is more unconscious than Huagong powder that needs to be placed in drinks or meals. It is easy to recruit people, even top experts."

While speaking, Cheng Yueshu looked at Fu Zhixiu.

"Elder Fu, do you think so?"

Fu Zhixiu's expression changed suddenly, only then did he realize that his dantian was empty, and his internal energy seemed to have been sucked out.

The rest of the people also inspected it one after another, and there were wailing sounds one after another. Shao Zhuolin plopped and sat on the ground, unable to believe that he had become a useless person.

Cheng Yueshu walked to the incense burner, opened the lid of the burner and gently fiddled with the Linglong incense, talking to herself.

"I really miss my dead ghost husband."

There are not many husbands in the world who leave a rich inheritance after death like this.

Of course, only a dead husband is a good husband, otherwise he would just use her as a blood bag.

"Madam spared me, I was just forced... Please give me the antidote, I am willing to be loyal to you."

"Bitch, if you want to kill or kill, you can do whatever you want!"

"Aniang...Aniang, listen to my explanation."

For a while, the hall was in chaos, some begged for mercy, kept shouting and cursing, and Shao Zhuolin was kneeling on the ground begging.

Fu Zhixiu was almost the calmest one among them, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Madam, I have been standing by your side from the beginning to the end, why don't you let me go?"

Cheng Yueshu looked back at him, as if surprised.

"It's already at this time, is it necessary to pretend to be so innocent?"

Fu Zhixiu clenched his back teeth: "Could I be wrong?"

"Tsk, you just want me to be your slave, don't make yourself so noble."

Fu Zhixiu: "But you are also willing, I think we are in love with each other."

Cheng Yueshu spread her hands: "Can I not? You are not a good person. If I refuse, I'm afraid I will die. A hypocrite like you is really disgusting."

Condescending, self-righteous.

"If you are starved for a few days and then thrown into the pigsty, you will probably compete with the pigs for food. Is it because you naturally like to eat pig food?"

Fu Zhixiu pressed on every step of the way, and insisted on beautifying it into a so-called love, Cheng Yueshu thought it was ridiculous.

"Every matter in the church has to go through your hands. You really don't know what they did today? You didn't say anything to stop it. It's just that I feel that my martial arts will be abolished, and I will be able to control it better. The plan failed and you plan to do it yourself, right? "

Fu Zhixiu also knew that winners and losers, so it would be at a loss to say anything now, but he couldn't figure out one thing.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

This woman wants to be the leader?
But now almost everyone's martial arts in the sect have been abolished by Cheng Yueshu, even if she becomes the sect leader, the Blood Clothes God Sect is almost finished, so what's the use?
Cheng Yueshu cleared her throat, raised the wine cup at the side, and suppressed the noise in the hall.

"Why are you arguing? The reason why we gather here today is for the birthday of my wife, the ex-religious leader. I wish our Bloodcloth God Sect will shine and shine from now on!"

Cheng Yueshu drank the wine and drew the long sword from Shao Zhuoyi's hand. Shao Zhuoyi was full of resentment but was powerless to resist.

Cheng Yueshu walked up to the Fifth Elder, and stabbed him through with a sword.

The blood splashed on the woman's cheeks, and the flowers on the brows complemented each other, which was shockingly beautiful.

The fifth elder fell on his back and said intermittently: "Why...why."

He didn't think he was the one who offended Cheng Yueshu the most, it was obviously Shao Zhuolin who drugged her.

Cheng Yueshu: "Your parrot doesn't talk festively. I feel disgusted when I hear it. I used so many tongues to feed it, and it's as stupid as your master. You can see that it's dull. Don't worry, I will let it stay with you after you leave. .”

The fifth elder closed his eyes unwillingly, Cheng Yueshu looked around, and everyone lowered their heads hastily.

A fishy smell came, and someone was so frightened that he peed his pants.

Cheng Yueshu walked up to the third elder, who was trembling.

"Madam, please forgive me, I am willing to give up all my wealth."

Cheng Yueshu tilted her head and looked at him: "You like palm dancing, so you kidnapped many young children and raised them in vases. When they grow up, their bones are narrower than ordinary people."

"It's a pity, this kind of dance is very ugly. I really can't appreciate it. I can only invite you to go on the road and see if Lord Yan likes it."

After speaking, a sword pierced the third elder's heart, and the man slowly lost his breath.

Cheng Yueshu's clothes were almost soaked in blood, and a circle of red dripped from the cuffs. Everyone saw her trembling like an evil spirit descended into the world.

The dancer who was kneeling on the ground next to the third elder boldly raised her head and peeked at Cheng Yueshu's blood-stained cheek.

It was so beautiful that it made her shed tears.

(End of this chapter)