The few people who were originally glaring at this time, Qi Qi's faces were blue and white, and his eyes were filled with fear and anger, but he no longer dared to blame and scold him.

In their eyes, the boy in front of him was no longer the cowardly and timid rabbit he used to be, but a real, cruel and ruthless jackal.

Tear the person into his stomach, but he still looks innocent and weak.

"My senior brothers have nothing else to do, so go back and prepare for the assessment." Dongliu smiled faintly, "Master said that those who fail the assessment will be thrown into the basin on the back mountain to feed poisonous insects and snakes. You'd better be mentally prepared."

When several senior brothers heard this, their faces turned pale as snow.

Roll the basin?

Several people thought of the various poisonous snakes, scorpions, poisonous insects, and poisonous centipedes that were constantly wriggling in the pit. The blood was almost coagulated, their scalp was numb, and the skin under their clothes was covered with goose bumps.

Dongliu smiled softly and turned around and walked towards Yilan Palace.

After bathing, Donghua always leaned on the brocade couch to read books. His handsome eyebrows and eyes, noble and abstinent temperament, exuded a pure aura of holy and noble as a banished immortal.

Unfortunately, what is completely inconsistent with his holy appearance is the cruelty, cruelty, evil and ruthlessness in his bones.

Although he is a holy and flawless high priest, his actions are more like a demon from hell, making people feel scared from the bottom of his bones.

Dongliu walked over with a cup of tea, and placed the tea cup on the table. He stood obediently beside Donghua, pinching his shoulders and neck.

"There is nothing else to do?"

The evil and dark voice sounded in my ears, causing Dongliu's back to tremble in a thin and unpredictable way. Then I lowered my eyes and stared at the shoulder of the person in front of me: "Isn't it my duty to serve Master?"

Donghua sneered, put the book in his hand, slowly picked up the teacup and sipped it, and then waved to him.

In the perspective that Donghua could not see, Dongliu frowned slightly. He didn't like his actions of summoning kittens and dogs, but he still took a step forward obediently and knelt on his legs.

Donghua raised his chin and stared at his handsome little face that was obviously hidden in an unfashionable but extremely well-behaved manner. The curve of the corners of his lips was more interesting: "Dongliu."

"Master."

"I will give you a task for you."

Task?

Dongliu wondered: "What mission?"

"After the assessment of magic and cultivation, go to Rouran and tell King Rouran that his missing daughter is Nan Si, the right prime minister of the Celestial Empire, who disguises himself as a man."

Dongliu's expression paused slightly, and his eyebrows couldn't help but frowned: "Why?"

"You don't need to know why."

Dongliu is silent.

"What?" Dongliu pinched his chin, "I want to disobey?"

Dongliu closed his eyes, covered the unpredictable color in his eyes, and suppressed uneasiness in his tone: "Will Master be unfavorable to Nan Si?"

"What do you think?"

Dongliu pursed her lips, and her soft facial features also showed a stubborn meaning: "King Rouran had been to the Heavenly Kingdom before, but Nan Si did not want to recognize her ancestors and return to her hometown. I don't want to cause unnecessary trouble to her."

As the words came to the ground, the temperature in the air seemed to drop suddenly.

Dongliu had already expected the consequences of saying this, so when the fierce slap fell on his face, he was not surprised at all.

Accompanied by a loud slap, Dongliu's slender body turned sideways due to gravity, blood oozing out from the corners of his mouth, and bright red blood looked particularly eye-catching while his fair skin.

"A few days have passed, and I forgot the pain of my flesh?" Donghua's eyes showed a cruel and ruthless luster, and his voice was even colder, "Disobedience? I really admire your courage."

Dongliu lowered his head and knelt down, and the clear fingerprints on his wooden face were swollen like bloodshot. The pain was no longer the most important, but the rebellion hidden in his heart was aroused.

Dongliu couldn't help but wondered hatefully, when will such a day end?

Why did he live a humble and compromise?

Just because he is his closed disciple?

But he doesn't want to be his disciple anymore. He wants to return to normal life and be an ordinary person. After becoming an adult, he will marry a wife and have two children and live a stable life. Don't worry so much. Can you be a low-key person all day long?

What is the case when talking about a closed disciple, it is actually a sacrificial bag, a favor, and a humble slave.

He beats him whenever he wants, scolds him whenever he wants, tortures him whenever he wants, and really thinks he is a baby with no temper?

Even a doll without temper can't be so inhumane, right?

Dongliu kept protesting in her heart, and even wanted to throw these words on the man's face, and then shouted with great confidence: "I won't serve you anymore! Who do you like to go to whom you want? There are so many idiots outside waiting in line for you to come!"

However, when the slender and cold fingers pinched his chin and forced him to look up, facing the cold and cruel eyes, all his backbone and rebellion disappeared in an instant.

Dongliu's face was pale, and his eyes were instantly replaced by panic and anxiety. If he listened carefully, he could still hear the sound of slight fighting between teeth.

"I'll ask you another question, Rouran, are you going or not?" His voice was cold and gloomy, and he had a sense of danger and coldness that could not be ignored, "Hmm?"

Dongliu was very scared in her heart, but she forced herself to restrain her fear and was unwilling to compromise on this matter: "Master...Master, I won't--"

As soon as the word "no" was released, he slapped him again on the right cheek.

Bang!

The sound was crisp and loud, without any mercy.

Dongliu's fair right face soon showed red and swollen five finger marks.

"Don't want to?" Donghua's lips raised a curve of evil spirit, and the eyes were as cold as a cold pool. "Old rule, I'll hold my mouth."

Dongliu's heart sank, but he didn't even hesitate at all. He raised his hand and slapped his face, his straightforward movements were like he was slapping his face.

For a moment, except for the crackling sounds echoing in the hall, there was no other sound.

Donghua leaned back to the brocade bed, picked up the teacup and took a casual sip, then put down the teacup and slowly closed the dark and cold eyes.

A face was only a little bit in total, with dozens of slaps coming down, and the cheeks on both sides were already red and swollen, but Donghua did not stop, so Dongliu could only keep hitting him.

Even though bloodshots on the corners of the mouth kept overflowing, even if the cheeks had gone from red to purple, even if the originally soft face could no longer see the original facial features.

The pain goes from sharp to numb, just like the fear flowing eastward to the extreme, and then gradually grows into a rebellious and unruly heart.

Every time the pain was sober, he forced him to recall all the pain and torture he had suffered under this man's hands, and then he felt more and more that life was really worse than death.
Chapter completed!