Fantasy: I became the villain of the plane

In the small room, it was as silent as death.

Chu Yang's words made Mu Yun feel like being struck by lightning.

Face full of disbelief.

Then his face gradually turned pale.

How did Chu Yang know my real name?

Soon Mu Yun fell into a flash of reminiscence.

The name Mu Yun is so far away from him now.

Almost forgot even.

When he was young, his whole family was slaughtered by Yan Mozong, one of the six great demon sects.

He has been wandering abroad for more than ten years.

For revenge, he took away hundreds of people from the Lingwu world.

Up to the owner of the Demon Heart Palace, down to the servant of the sect.

He had already sealed the name "Muyun" in his memory.

I only hope that one day, I can complete my revenge.

Finally, in front of the dying enemy, say this name.

Only in this way can he get out of this shackles and welcome a new life.

Unexpectedly, this person from the upper world could call out his real name.

How could this not frighten him?

He said slowly, "How do you know?"

The voice was trembling.

Being called by Chu Yang's real name, plus Chu Yang's weird behavior when they first met.

He has understood.

When Chu Yang saw him for the first time, he saw his true nature.

"Muyun's mood is damaged, and his luck is -300. His own luck is +300."

Hearing the system's reminder, Chu Yang didn't answer Mu Yun, but moved with his spiritual thoughts.

In an instant, he cut off Mu Yun's right hand with sword energy.

It made Mu Yun scream again and again.

Then he said with a smile: "I don't know how many people you have taken away, but you are very valuable for research."

Studying this word made Mu Yun's heart tense.

Thinking of all the cruel methods in some demon gates, he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

He has worked in the magic gate for many years, and he knows many methods of torture.

Sure enough, Chu Yang continued: "I'd like to see how many times your eyes can recover. Every time you recover, I'll cut off something on your body."

Then he scanned Mu Yun's whole body with his eyes, and said coldly: "This time it's the right hand, next time it's the left hand, and next time it's the lifeline."

After speaking, Chu Yang left the room.

Mu Yun with a miserable face was left behind.

Without his legs and right hand, he has no hope of escaping.

Besides, Chu Yang was already guarding against the recovery of his eyes.

It is also impossible to win the house successfully.

Just like now, he used his divine sense to check around the room and found that there was no one at all.

In his world, he is the only one left.

.........

In the great hall of the Star Meteor Gate.

Chu Yang hugged Liu Bingyue.

Tasting the green tea that came over with her fragrant tongue.

But he was thinking about Mu Yun in his heart.

Looking at it like this, taking down Mu Yun should be a sure thing.

Of course, it is estimated that it will take a while.

Previously, he deliberately arranged for a maid to serve Mu Yun, just to let him feel a little comfort in despair.

For this reason, he even did not hesitate to risk the maid being taken away.

But he didn't care about these people, so he took the house away.

Anyway, Mu Yun will come to him in the end.

Now remove everyone from the room, in order to make Mu Yun feel lonely and suffering.

This gap must have dealt him a big blow.

Hanging him out like this for a few days can break his nerves.

At that time, it is time for him to harvest.

5000 luck points, according to the previous situation, there should be 400 points.

.........

Three full days passed.

In the closed room, there was a stench.

Mu Yun lay on the bed ashamed.

For three days, no one came.

Even the right hand that was cut off by Chu Yang was not healed.

It all depends on his recovery from the soul-leaving realm.

Mu Yun felt as if his soul was about to return to the west at this moment.

The most important thing is that he is just a monk in the state of leaving the soul.

Still have to eat and drink Lazard.

Because of this, he suffered even more in the past three days.

Three days without food left him hungry.

Even his own flesh looks delicious.

Not to mention the uncleaned wound and the body that hasn't bathed for three days.

And I can't stand the urine and feces on the bed...

Let the present room be like a purgatory on earth.

No matter who it is, they can't help vomiting when they get close to this place.

Not to mention Mu Yun who was in it.

Even though the Demon Eye of Duoshe had recovered, Mu Yun, who knew he had nowhere to use it, was not happy at all.

He even had suicidal thoughts in his heart.

However, the hatred for Yan Mozong and Chu Yang stopped him from thinking about it.

As long as people are alive, there is hope.

At that time, he must make Chu Yang regret not killing him.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Yun heard the sound of long-lost footsteps.

It made him hopeless.

But it soon dimmed again.

Isn't Chu Yang the only one who will be approaching here at this time?

It must have come to continue to humiliate him.

"Brother Mu, how have you been these two days?"

Before the person approached, the voice had already arrived.

Except for the title, this sentence is exactly the same as three days ago.

However, Mu Yun's state of mind is quite different from three days ago.

At that time, he still had the thought of seizing Chu Yang in his heart.

He wanted to lure Chu Yang into the room to seize the house.

But now, he has long since lost the will to resist.

So he just kept silent, as if he didn't hear Chu Yang's words.

Chu Yang gradually walked to the door and asked, "Brother Mu, I'll give you two choices: either beg me to kill you now, or stay here and slowly starve to death."

Hear what he says, even though you know it's wrong.

But endless joy still rose in Mu Yun's heart.

Tears flowed down his face, and he begged, "Please kill me quickly..."

As soon as these words came out, he felt something shattered in his heart.

Then keep repeating this sentence.

These few words of Chu Yang completely destroyed his psychological defense.

He has long understood that his previous idea of ​​not committing suicide for revenge was just deceiving himself.

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that he would definitely die this time.

Just for the sake of a little dignity in my heart, I don't want to commit suicide.

This time Chu Yang's proposal made him feel like a long drought meets sweet rain.

It gave him an excuse to die.

At least, dying at the hands of Chu Yang is more glorious than committing suicide by oneself.

It wasn't that he committed suicide cowardly, but was killed by Chu Yang in an upright manner.

Thinking of this, a relieved smile curled up on the corner of his mouth.

"Mu Yun has the will to live and die, and his luck is -1000. His own luck is +1000."

Hearing Mu Yun's begging, Chu Yang smiled slightly.

The torment of the past few days seems to be very effective.

Now his luck has surpassed that of Mu Yun.

That being the case, let's give Mu Yun a good time.

Chu Yang didn't say a word, his eyes were fixed.

A burst of sword energy shot into the room, beheading Mu Yun in an instant.

"Successfully eliminate a protagonist, luck +3200, points +400."

"When your luck reaches 5000, you will be rewarded with a lucky gift bag."

Host: Chu Yang

Cultivation: Mid-stage of Transforming God Realm

Kung Fu: Eight Gods Thunder Kung Fu, Yuan Yang Zhen Jue, Duan Kong Jian Jue, Wind and Thunder Transformation

Luck: 7220

Points: 400

Item: stand-in straw man

I don't care about the lucky gift bag for now.

Opening the system panel, Chu Yang was extremely happy.

With his current luck, he will meet an ordinary protagonist again.

There is no need to engage in so many detours.

Kill it and it's over!