Looking at the woman's resentful gaze again, as if she was looking down on them. The two looked at each other and thought that they could not lose face, so they immediately beat them together.

Wang Shuyue noticed the two of them at the first time and was shocked. This is a big deal to kill her!

"Master, I was wrong...ah!!!"

The woman's shouting and the beating of the stick sounded at the same time, and the screams resounded throughout the punishment hall, making people frightened.

With a loud "bang!", the door panel was split directly by someone, and the dazzling light shot into the dim punishment room, illuminating the surprised faces of the two punishment monks.

A tall and slender white figure stepped into the room, and the spotless white clothes were blown violently under the impact of the powerful sword intent.

The cold sword intent wrapped around this small space, as if there was a little abnormal movement, the sharp sword in the boy's hand would come over.

The boy in white raised his cold black eyes, and the supreme sword intent poured out. The decorations inside the house were trembling violently, and with a "bang", they were all cut in half.

The break was neat and neat, and a delayed sword energy had such power. Seeing the two torture monks rolling their Adam's apples, they swallowed their saliva secretly and did not dare to move.

I thought to myself, when will the Yunhe Sect have such a powerful sword cultivator come up with?

The boy did not mean to answer their questions. He walked closer, and his cold breath forced the two of them to subconsciously retreat.

He came to the middle of the house and stood in front of the punished woman. His cold eyes caught a glimpse of the fainting pale face, and his breathing was suffocated with heartache.

He reached out and carefully picked her up. The two torture monks reacted and hurriedly shouted:

"Stop! Who is coming? How dare you trespass into the punishment hall and rob people?"

The two of them surrounded him, and the young man turned his head slightly and hit the sword in his hand, with a bit of ruthlessness and revenge, forcing the two to take a few steps back!

They looked at the clothes in front of them that were cut by the sword energy at some point in their eyes, and then at the top magic weapon in the boy's hand that emitted a terrifying aura. They were weakly reminded:

"You can't take this person away."

The boy refused to respond, picked up Wang Shuyue with one hand and left with a sword!

The flying sword was extremely fast, and the two of them hurriedly chased after him, but they were about to catch up, but were swept away by the whisk in the hands of the Julu Shangxian.

"Supreme Elder!" The two of them looked at the blocker and exclaimed in surprise.

"I will report this to the head of the sect. You two will go back." After saying this, the white clouds floated away with the immortal Julu.

The two of them in the Punishment Hall looked at me, and I looked at you, hesitating and did not chase after you again.

In a coma, Wang Shuyue felt a heat flow constantly coming from behind and eased the pain in her body.

She vaguely heard someone shouting in her ear, "Uncle Master, Uncle Master, wake up!", as if it was the voice of the three ministers.

Well? Why was Sansheng in her room?

Wang Shuyue was a little confused. She just felt that the feeling of discomfort was fading. Someone seemed to have fed her a cold pill. After swallowing it, the pain disappeared.

Sleepiness came, and Wang Shuyue fell asleep.

In a daze, I felt someone wipe her forehead with a wet wipe, and the hot sweat came out of her palm, and the movements were extremely gentle and serious.

But soon, a fog appeared in front of her. She suddenly appeared in a small black house. Qing Yidao stood in front of her, grinning at her, holding a black iron rod shining with lightning in her hand, cursing:

"Serious disciple!"

He knocked her down with a stick!

She shouted, Master, I was wrong, turned around and ran away, not wanting to step into the black vortex, a strong sense of weightlessness came. Wang Shuyue screamed in surprise, and she flicked up from the bed.

Sansheng, who was grinding medicine outside the hall, heard the frightened scream, and hurriedly threw down his things in his hand and rushed into the hall.

Seeing Wang Shuyue sitting on the bed, he ran over in surprise, "Uncle Master, are you awake?!"

The beautiful face of the boy appeared in front of him. Wang Shuyue shook her head in a daze, and then she realized that it was a dream just now.

After memories were returned, she looked at the boy in front of her, then at the strange hall in front of her, and asked in confusion:

"Aren't I punished in the punishment hall? Has I been given three hundred and twenty sticks? Am I still alive? Where am I?"

"Wait!" She suddenly remembered something, and she quickly looked down at her hands and feet. Seeing that she was good at it, she raised her arms and legs, and smiled happily.

"Hehehe... It's okay, I'm not useless."

When the immortal Julu who came here heard the sound, he heard this silly smile and sighed helplessly: "Thanks to the child Sansheng rushed into the punishment hall to rescue you, you only suffered fifty-one sticks, and your hands and feet were naturally still good."

"However, external trauma is easy to treat, but internal trauma has not been cured. You need to rest for another half a month before you can practice luck."

Unexpectedly, it was Sansheng who rescued him. Wang Shuyue looked at the young man in front of him in surprise. Unexpectedly, he, who had always adhered to discipline, could do such a rebellious thing.

Sansheng lowered his eyes slightly, avoided her gaze, took two pillows for her to pillow, and stood up and said:

"I'll go and make medicine for my uncle."

After saying that, he left the hall as if he was escaping.

"The Immortal of Julu." Wang Shuyue bowed to Julu, and Julu Immortal waved his hand, "No need to be polite."

"With three provinces taking care of you, I will leave first. You don't need to worry about the leader, just take care of the injury first."

After giving instructions, Julu flashed and disappeared into the hall.

Wang Shuyue looked at the bright and quaint room in front of her, smelled the scent of medicine floating in from outside, leaned on the backrest, and breathed a sigh of relief.

This disaster should have passed.

Sansheng walked in with the hot medicine. Wang Shuyue leaned on the bed and looked lazily. Seeing the boy holding the medicine bowl, with an almost pious expression against the sun, a loneliness suddenly rose in his heart that could not be described in words.

In this completely unfamiliar world, I suffered the greatest corporal punishment in my life, and I could only swallow my grievances.

Because those who can comfort her are not here.

Perhaps, she needs a hug now.

When the boy approached, Wang Shuyue's heart surged and she leaned into the boy's arms.

She stretched out her hand to wrap her waist and buried her face in her chest that looked green but wide enough.

This sudden hug caught Sansheng off guard. If it weren't for the timely reaction, the decoction in his hand would have almost been sprinkled.

He looked down at the woman who was holding his waist tightly and buried his head in his arms like a child. His eyes were full of surprise, but his heart was almost jumping twice.

"Sir, uncle..."

"Don't talk, let me hold it for a while."

The woman's muffled voice came from her arms, and the exhaled heat penetrated through her thin clothes, making the boy straighten his body at a loss, stopped and stood in a daze.

The hands around her waist tightened, her face and clothes closer together. Feeling the warmth coming from under her cheeks, Wang Shuyue closed her eyes and quietly enjoyed the warmth of this moment.
Chapter completed!