105: kill

Nan Qingyue stepped forward, getting closer and closer to the monk.

And right at this moment.

The monk was clearly somewhat nervous; he sucked in a cold breath, trying hard to calm himself down.

"What are you doing?" the monk asked in terror.

"What am I doing? I am treating you exactly how you treated me earlier." Nan Qingyue curled her lips, sneering.

The monk's heart trembled; these words felt like a heavy blow.

The monk only felt his head spinning.

"What? Don't come any closer, don't come any closer!" the monk exclaimed.

Immediately.

Nan Qingyue forced the monk to retreat step by step.

Nan Qingyue smirked, her Face darkening, revealing a ferocious expression.

"Why not? You were so happy hitting me just now! Weren't you very happy beating me up?" Nan Qingyue clenched her fists tightly.

Recalling the scene just now.

Nan Qingyue still felt pain in her Face; she reached out and gently touched her cheek.

Afterward, Nan Qingyue raised her hand and slapped the monk fiercely on the Face.

Slap.

With a crisp sound.

A bright red handprint was immediately left on the monk's Face.

The monk felt a burning pain on his Face; he reached out and gently touched his cheek.

"Damn, you actually dare to hit me?" the monk showed an expression of surprise.

He never expected that Nan Qingyue would actually make a move.

This slap had landed squarely on his Face.

And at this moment.

Li Changfeng smiled satisfactorily and slowly walked forward.

"Is that it? I feel the force wasn't enough just now. Qingyue, go and give him another slap." Li Changfeng's Face was gloomy, revealing a serious expression.

"Yes, Master." Nan Qingyue smirked.

Weren't you very arrogant just now?

Watch me kill you!

Damn!

Nan Qingyue raised her hand, this time putting all her strength into it!

Slap, slap!

Two more crisp sounds rang out.

Nan Qingyue's slaps landed fiercely on the monk's Face.

Suddenly, the monk saw stars, and he sucked in a cold breath.

It was obvious that the monk couldn't take it anymore; his body began to sway unsteadily.

"dead baldy, I'll let you hit me! I'll let you hit me!" Nan Qingyue's Face was dark; those few slaps weren't enough to vent her anger.

Nan Qingyue raised her hand and slapped him one after another.

This was exactly how she vented the anger in her heart.

If there was a chance.

Nan Qingyue would definitely beat the monk to death.

In just a moment.

The monk's Face became red and swollen, and his eyelids were puffy.

"I say, can you stop hitting? Don't hit the Face when fighting; I also need Face." The monk was so helpless.

After a long while.

The monk finally stammered out these words.

And right at this moment.

The monk slowly raised his head, his bright eyes looking at Nan Qingyue.

He was using this method to beg for mercy.

If he kept getting beaten, the monk was afraid he would really be beaten to death.

"How did you hit my Face just now? I am still a young girl, and you still slapped me! You shameless thing, only now do you care about Face?" Nan Qingyue said disdainfully.

"dead baldy, today, I will let you taste the feeling of being slapped!"

"I'm so pissed off!"

Nan Qingyue stepped forward; she hadn't had enough yet, so she raised her hand and slapped him a few more times.

Slap, slap.

The crisp sounds continued to ring out.

A cold glint exploded in Nan Qingyue's eyes; she was filled with hatred for this monk.

Such a lecherous thief, who knows how many girls have fallen into his hands.

Living in the shadows for the rest of their lives.

Nan Qingyue wanted to avenge these girls!

"Young lady, stop hitting. If you keep hitting, I won't have a Face left." The monk begged bitterly.

But at this time.

Nan Qingyue couldn't listen at all; her Face was dark, and a cold glint exploded in her eyes.

Nan Qingyue slowly raised her head, staring fixedly at the monk not far away.

If there was a chance, she would definitely kill this monk.

"What do you need Face for? You don't even count as a person." Li Changfeng held his head high, watching this scene quietly.

"Qingyue, go, keep beating him!" Li Changfeng said coldly.

Li Changfeng's gaze focused, staring fixedly at the monk.

This monk only knows how to bully the weak and fear the strong; he really deserves to die!

Moreover, the monk was a lecherous thief, which made Li Changfeng even more angry.

Having lived for over twenty years in his previous life, he was still an old virgin, and he couldn't even compare to this dead baldy.

This is truly comparing people and getting angry!

"Yes, Master, don't worry, I guarantee I'll beat him until he only has one breath left!" Nan Qingyue's eyes lit up, and she chuckled.

Nan Qingyue kept walking towards the monk.

In this scene, Nan Qingyue looked like a god of death from Hell; every step was to claim a life.

"Don't come over! Don't come over!" The monk's pupils shrank fiercely, showing a look of terror.

And right at this moment.

Nan Qingyue raised her hand and slapped the monk's Face without hesitation.

Slap!

With a crisp sound.

Blood appeared at the corner of the monk's mouth, and a bright red handprint was left on his Face.

"Young lady will teach you a good lesson! Don't move around, be careful." Nan Qingyue curled her lips, revealing a triumphant smile.

The monk's Realm was not low, at least at the Fifth Rank.

If not for Li Changfeng using immortal power to restrain him.

The monk wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous.

If it were truly a one-on-one between Nan Qingyue and the monk, Nan Qingyue would be no match at all.

It's just a pity that Nan Qingyue has a backer like Li Changfeng, and a powerful one at that.

"Stop hitting! Help!" the monk shouted.

But even though the monk's cry was loud, no one came to this small alley.

Just as the monk said at the beginning.

Here, even if you scream until your throat breaks, no one will come!

"Stop shouting, stop shouting, it's annoying." Nan Qingyue's Face was dark, revealing an ugly expression.

A cold glint exploded in Nan Qingyue's eyes; she stared fixedly at the monk.

And right at this moment.

Nan Qingyue actually drew her Sword, turned her wrist, and placed the Sword against the monk's neck.

"For someone like you, even if you die, it counts as removing evil for the Jianghu!"

"Killing you should be quite satisfying."

Nan Qingyue curled her lips, staring at the monk.

"Don't kill me, I'll agree to whatever you want me to do!" The monk showed a look of terror.

"Not kill you? On what grounds?" Nan Qingyue said disdainfully.

This dead baldy has harmed so many girls; even if he died a hundred times, it would be deserved!