Quick Transmigration Live Broadcast: The Villain Boss is the Female Emperor!

"Junior sister, where are you going..." A male disciple smiled obscenely and walked over to block her way.

Zhong Lingxiu gritted her teeth and endured the pain, trying to reach out and grab her spirit sword.

Another disciple kicked the sword away, stepped on her wrist, and crushed her hard.

"Ah—" Zhong Lingxiu screamed, her already pale face was as pale as a ghost, and tears flowed from her eyes.

"She's crying... Senior brother, please be gentle, don't trample our beauty, it will be fun to have her cooperate later..."

A male disciple squatted down, raised Zhong Lingxiu's chin with his hand, and looked at her pure and beautiful face.

"It's so beautiful, Senior Brother, Min Qinghe can really enjoy having such a beautiful female disciple by his side..."

"Bah." The tall and strong male disciple spat out his saliva and kicked Zhong Lingxiu's abdomen, knocking her against the rock.

"Min Qing and that human-faced beast-hearted thing secretly had an affair with his apprentice, and lost the face of our Lingwei Sect, hahaha, today we will also taste his female apprentice..."

Two people grabbed Zhong Lingxiu's arm, and the other threw herself on top of her and tore off her collar.

"Let go of me—let me go—" Zhong Lingxiu stared in horror and shouted desperately, "Master save me... help me..."

"Hahaha, just shout, shout louder, this place is remote and no disciple will come..."

Zhong Lingxiu struggled frantically, an abnormal blush appeared on her pale face, she just felt weak and despair was born in her heart.

why!

why exactly

She didn't do anything, to be hurt like this, she hates so much!

When the male disciple saw that she was silent, he slapped her and slapped her: "Bitch, call me now, that's how you serve men! Hurry up and shout!"

As he said that, he tore it open, completely tearing open Zhong Lingxiu's collar, revealing her collarbone and apron.

Zhong Lingxiu closed her eyes and wept, gritted her teeth fiercely, if she was still alive, she must kill these people.

When the male disciple saw her like this, he was very angry and scolded, "Bitch—"

The male disciple who pressed Zhong Lingxiu's hand swallowed his saliva and reminded: "Senior brother, hurry up, it will be time to leave the sword mound later..."

"Hahaha, what's the hurry, I have a good time first, it's your share..." The man's hand stretched out to Zhong Lingxiu's chest.

suddenly--

"Ah!" The man screamed, his pupils shrank sharply, staring at his hand in disbelief: "My hand—my hand is broken—"

He rolled to the side in pain, clutching his right hand and screaming.

The broken hand rolled to one side, and the blood stained Zhong Lingxiu's white clothes, and it also splashed on her face.

"Who!" The two male disciples hurriedly stood up with swords.

Zhong Lingxiu has never felt the smell of fresh blood so good, opened his eyes and looked at the dark sky of the sword mound.

Someone came to save her, and finally someone came!

"You are—" The two male disciples said with extremely ugly expressions, "Elder Qingdai, why are you here?!"

Chong Ai pulled out a sword from the mountain wall and smiled gently: "Can't I come here?"

"Elder Qingdai, you have never seen today's affairs, otherwise..." the male disciple threatened, "You will not be able to stay in Lingwei Sect."

Chong Ai's red lips were slightly hooked, and there was a cold glow in her squinting eyes, and she said, "I never like to be threatened..."

"Also." She pointed her sword at them: "My name is the ancestor of Hehuan."