Also known as "Did I kill the Taoist couple today?" They really have a big hatred.
There is a famous young master in Zhenyuan Mansion. He is not only highly talented and fast in cultivation, but also good-looking. He has the bearing of a cultivation family. Every move he makes can be described as an uproar and a high standard. It is described as being like a jade mountain, sitting and lying down like a coiled pine tree.
The entire cultivation world unanimously commented on him: a good person, a great person. In the world of cultivation, a noble person with such an evaluation has not been eaten to pieces to the bone. He must be either capable, fake, or both.
The immortal is outside the world, the wind is bright and the moon is bright. Even if the eldest son takes action, he can only deal with evil heretics. The only pure white moonlight in the hearts of everyone in the world of cultivation cannot tolerate any stain, so who did the disgraceful thing? It was a demon servant beside him. This demon servant is also a powerful person. He has done many unspeakable and shameful things to the high-ranking cultivators of a wealthy family, and yet he is still alive today despite being a member of a non-human clan. However, the senior elders of all the forces agreed that the eldest son would abandon him sooner or later, and the reason why he has not abandoned him yet must be that the noble man is comfortable with using this sword!
The key point is that the demon servant has obviously done something beneficial to its master, and when others come to criticize it, this aloof and respectable young master will always punish the demon servant personally in front of everyone.
Their blood contracts are the most overbearing. Even if the master tortures the demon servant to death, restrains the soul and refines the soul, or even destroys the body and soul, it will not cause any harm to the master.
The eldest son only needs to move his fingers slightly, or even use his fingers, but only needs a slight thought, to force the cruel and perverse demon servant to roll on the ground in pain, unable to survive or die, until he is dying, and the fine blood mist has soaked his clothes. But the demon servant never begged for mercy. When the punishment was enough, he didn't dare to stop for a moment and got up and knelt down, as silent as a dead thing. Even though his hands and feet were weak and his whole body was shaking, he relied solely on his will to maintain his humble posture. At that time, the eldest son would lightly sneer and say in a low voice: "It's not worthy of being on the table." After hearing this, the demon servant would often hit his forehead heavily on the ground, kneeling deeply and not daring to get up.
As time passed, everyone in the Immortal Sect knew the status of this demon in the eyes of the eldest son: just a thing. It is said that Potian is just a useful gadget.
The demon servant was very quiet, even when he was in bed, although he didn't understand why the eldest son wanted to get involved with... Something like him. The eldest son always commented on him like this, and he also described himself in this way. Although he was weird, he was not a human but he still had a race. He felt that the eldest son could definitely call him a monster.
But every time, I couldn't find a good piece of flesh on my body, the scales were peeled off, and the coffin was completely messed up after the excitement. Every time, my mind went blank, and even my pupils were dilated. He thought that no girl from a good family in the world of cultivation would let him be tortured like this. He had already found the answer in his heart. Only someone like him who didn't care about life and death would be so unscrupulous. Most people in the world of cultivation had no doubt that the eldest son would kill him sooner or later. He also had no doubt that crushing his soul with a palm would be a relief compared to now.
He knew that the young master didn't like the sound he made, even in bed, but he liked his catering. He twisted his waist and moved to please the young master. The eldest son was happy and said many hurtful words with a smile.
"Xiao Qi, I'm just playing for fun, are you serious?"
He thought for a moment, then replied slowly and seriously: "I don't dare." The eldest son squinted his eyes and thought: This guy seems to have been spoiled by his own tricks, and has become dull and frustrated. Once, he put a long knife into his body, and it even pierced his internal organs and he didn't react. He still moved according to the frequency of the impact. Fortunately, he has a high level of cultivation and cannot die easily.
Can't you die easily...? The eldest son's spiritual thoughts moved slightly and pierced into his spiritual platform. Even if he did not encounter any resistance, he wreaked havoc within it until the sea of consciousness was torn into pieces. He watched indifferently as the person beneath him couldn't restrain his body from trembling and spurted out a mouthful of blood. He couldn't hold back his shape and his scales were exposed. He was a little at a loss, and even wanted to pull up the quilt regardless of the pain, fearing that the eldest son would see his wet appearance.
I saw the eldest son lingering on his scales that were difficult to retract with a gaze that was so focused and affectionate that it was terrifying. He gently raised his hand to press on the largest and hardest scales on his chest. Xiu Ran raised his eyes and smiled at him. It was like a morning dew on a spring mountain or a sea of clouds forming a building. It was a very beautiful smile.
While he was dazzled by the smile, the eldest son used force with his five fingers, digging his fingertips deeply into the gaps between the scales, and pulled out his heart-protecting scales unprepared.
He endured the pain of dying when his heart-protecting scales were pulled out, gasping for air. When he opened his eyes to the maximum, all he could see was a twisted black and red, and he temporarily lost his vision due to the severe pain. The eldest son looked at the heart-protecting scale he had just pulled out, and the blood beads were still rolling freely on it. There was blood on his chest, and his beating heart could be vaguely seen through the fist-sized cavity. It seemed that the eldest son just thought it was fun.
The eldest son's hand slowly reached into the open cavity of his chest and firmly grasped his heart. His already chaotic breathing was suffocated.
I thought: The Zhenyuan Mansion is as rich as any other country, the eldest son is extremely talented, and the road to cultivation is smooth. It's just that a big demon with a high level of cultivation is detained and tortured continuously as a slave and maid. This idea is not even considered an introduction in the world of cultivation, and it is not even considered playing him to death.
He was very scared, but he still trembled and raised his chest to let the eldest son hold it more comfortably. A red silk thread passed through his chest and hung him on the bed beam. He was hung in mid-air with nowhere to use his strength, and the weight of his whole body fell on the wound on his chest. He still endured it without asking for mercy, but cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and it hurt.
The eldest son seemed to be in a happy mood and left, leaving him alone on the bed beam. After hundreds of years, the eldest son's mood had really improved.
He killed more than ten million people in the two states of Zhenyuan Prefecture, and almost all the direct descendants of the Qi family were lost. The eldest son kept him for a long time, and it was not easy to skin him, remove his tendons and bones.
Purpose: Chasing her husband to the crematorium and trembling like crazy