[Short article, Gemini.
In the entire Cangwu Nine Provinces, no one knows about Dongjun Qi Rangting.
Dongjun has a strange character and has been in the temple for a long time. Only a handful of people have seen his true appearance. The outside world always describes him differently.
The only point of tacit understanding is the crisscross scars on Dongjun's wrists.
——Because Dongjun Qirang Ting's natal magic is blood magic.
As long as you are stained with his blood, you can only become his puppet, dedicate your soul and cultivation, control for him, and die for him.
Qi Zhuo didn't know how many times he heard the monks around him sighing at Dongjun's methods.
They said to him with half fear and half curiosity: "I really don't know what happened to those who were manipulated..."
Qi Zhuo said nothing because he could feel the coldness slowly overflowing from every inch of his meridians. It was as if someone was hugging him gently in the void.
A familiar light and sickly voice sounded in his ears, with an icy smile: "Why don't you answer them?"
"Don't you know best? Brother."
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In this world, he hated Qirang Ting's blood technique the most.
I hate that they share the same blood, and I hate that Qi Rangting can control him since he was born.
The noble and dark god attacks × the arrogant and arrogant younger brother suffers
ps:
Shuangjie rushed to him in both directions.
It's not really orthopedics, it will be rounded later...
Intention: Seeing you is like seeing spring
