My Formidable Beast-Controlling Consort Rules

"Can you refute the orders of this temple?"

Jiang Wuya put a hand on his chin, tilted his head slightly, and in his magnificent smiling eyes, there was an unquestionable absolute conceit and... the coldness of ignoring everything.

"Ah! Hum!" The big man who had broken his arm without begging for mercy issued a painful cry, his throat pierced and gasped, like the sound of a broken bellows, his face was painful and ferocious, and he tried to get out of his throat. There was a broken voice, "Hall... Your Highness... Forgive... Forgive... Sin.

Ba... Batu... know... know what's wrong! "

"Heh." Jiang Wuya snorted coldly and raised his slender index finger.

A purple morpho butterfly broke out of Batu's flesh and blood. After being full of blood, the purple butterfly swelled up a circle, and its color became brighter and magnificent, just like a morpho butterfly in a dream.

Just thinking that the purple butterfly had consumed human flesh and blood to become like this, everyone couldn't help feeling a sense of horror and physical disgust.

Shui Wu frowned while looking at him.

He has a warm temperament, and the elemental power understood by the advanced Tianyuan master is the water of clear spirits. What he pays attention to is the goodness of water and the treatment of others. The cruel and treacherous, indifferent means of Jiang Wuya really made him unable to have a good impression. .

A look of disapproval flashed in his eyes, and he slowly said, "His Three Highnesses are too hostile. If things go on like this, it will lead to catastrophe.

Your Highness should be calm and patient, and do more good deeds. "

Shuiwu's words seemed to have turned on a switch.

Jiang Wuya's face was slightly darkened, and the upward arc of red lips disappeared.

The face that couldn't see the whole picture but still saw the temptation of evil charm seemed to be covered with a thick black fog, which was very dangerous.

The breath on his body suddenly deepened, as if he broke free from the shackles of Huangquan Hell and stepped out to wash the common people with blood. The power of that moment, even Shui Wu felt a suffocating dullness for a moment.

But that breath came quickly and disappeared quickly.

When he looked over, Jiang Wuya was still the three princes of southern Xinjiang who were reckless and mysterious.

His purple eyes were fascinating, with a playful smile, and his thin beautiful red lips pulled apart a strange arc, which made his face ghostly, seductive, and dangerous.

He smiled and looked at Shuiwu, but he casually played with the flesh-eating purple butterfly in his hand. He saw his red lips slightly open, and his deep voice slowly sounded——

"Heh... let the temple do good?"

The corners of his mouth are curved and mocking, and there is a strange light in his purple eyes, like a demon in **** peeping at the fresh flesh and blood of the world.

"... Born to be evil, how to be good?"

The deep voice seemed to come across another dimension, like a whisper from purgatory.

It was obviously not loud, but it rang straight into everyone's hearts, resounding like a bell in the evening.

At that moment, at that moment, all people’s eyes were left with the mysterious and treacherous teenager in the black robe and mask, and his voice—

"... Born to be evil, how to be good?"

There is no self-deprecation, no ridicule, no helplessness, no feelings, just like a plain and straightforward narrative, but this is the case, but it is deeply imprinted in everyone's mind, lingering and unforgettable!

Shui Wu frowned, "How can one be evil in life?"

As long as you maintain a heart for good, you can be good! "