The villain forces me to commit suicide every day

After that, the two went to many places, but Huancheng was always the starting point.

Everything was going smoothly until Zhou Li met the captive demon clan in the world of immortal cultivation.

Coincidentally, that demon clan member was a member of Zhou Li's family.

That little clansman still has black horns on his head, and he has not degenerated yet. He is equivalent to nine years old!

At this moment, he was on the street, being whipped and insulted by the monks, as if the demons were beasts, and everyone who passed by could be whipped with a whip.

Zhou Li saw it, his pupils were scarlet red, he clenched his fists, and magic lines spread on his face.

Fortunately, Qin Fengyu returned to his home. Otherwise, seeing Zhou Li like this, he would probably break up on the spot...

Those monks were still cursing: "You bastards and demons! You should die -"

"The demons are born as bastards, they only know how to be barbaric and vulgar. Look at the horns on the heads of the demons, how disgusting they are."

"Brothers! In order to avenge our compatriots who were harmed by the demons, should this demon be killed?"

"killed!"

"We must kill! Under the leadership of the leader of Zhengjian Pavilion, we will definitely wipe out all the demons!"

This group of monks kept saying they wanted revenge, but they only targeted children who were weak and had never even killed anyone.

The Zhou Li clan was born with black horns. The reason why they were in such a miserable state was because they were not strong enough and even had a kind heart, so they were ostracized by the demons.Everyone in their clan yearns for the atmosphere of the world of immortality.

But now...

Zhou Li trembled and wanted to step forward to stop him.

The beaten tribesman recognized him. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen. His thin body was curled up. He stared at him with scarlet eyes, shed a drop of blood and tears, and shook his head weakly.

Can't be saved.

This is the territory of the world of immortality. No matter how powerful Ren Zhouli is, it is simply impossible to take him out when his identity is exposed.

Moreover, this small clan member had already been beaten to death and was on the verge of death. There was no way he could be saved.

In the end, Zhou Li watched helplessly as his clan members were pierced with swords by these monks, venting their anger, kicking, humiliating, and scolding them.

This feeling of powerlessness lingers deeply in my heart.What are you hoping for? Can the two races have peace?I'm afraid we can only make peace with blood.

Suddenly, a monk took out a piece of yellow paper and said, "Did you see it? I found a new thing. It is said that it can be used by reciting the formula."

Zhou Li's pupils widened angrily, it turned out to be something Qin Fengyu had been studying for a long time.

I saw the monk stumbling and reciting a mantra. Suddenly, the talisman burned. Then he smiled cruelly and suddenly struck the corpse of the small tribesman.

The raging fire burned his body, and looking at the speed of the ashes, one knew how powerful this talisman was.

They burned the bodies of the tribesmen in the street, causing everyone to cheer.

How ironic.Zhou Li even thought that Qin Fengyu's research could be less powerful, so that he could at least bring the corpses of his small clan members home...

Everyone left with satisfaction, waiting for Zhou Li to silently approach the pile of ashes.

A gust of breeze blew away the last proof of existence.

Zhou Li stayed still for a long time, not only because of the death of his clan members, but also for future considerations.What should I do? How should he protect the clan? Is he not worthy of being the clan leader at all?

How can you, can... can.Forget it, it's impossible, and you shouldn't expect it.

That night, Zhou Li came to the residence of the initiate. With scarlet eyes, he opened the door directly.

The monk was frightened and screamed: "Ah ah ah - you, you, you are a demon!?"

Zhou Li grinned: "Don't worry, I just broke your neck alive."

Before the monk could react, Zhou Li rushed directly in front of him, grabbed his neck, broke it violently, and pulled it off again, blood spraying on his face.

He held up the bloody head, sneered and murmured, not knowing who to tell: "Mingjun, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it anymore."

"In this world, the outcome can only be determined with blood."

...

After an unknown amount of time, the demon clan continued to fight, and Zhou Li had to go back to join the war, leaving only the two saplings, waiting for Qin Fengyu's response.

However, he never received the letter, and he eventually became disheartened and concentrated on his career.

One of the kings of the Demon Clan is Red Horn, a symbol of strength. All he thinks about is killing, and he is currently killing the leader of the rebel tribe.

The bloodthirsty drink their plasma as the trophies of victory.

The king wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sharp claws and looked at Zhou Li with satisfaction: "I didn't expect that you, such a waste, could be so useful."

Zhou Li bowed his head respectfully: "Serving your Majesty is an honor for your subordinates."

The king waved his hands impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense. I will start a war on the world of immortals in the near future. Damn those bastards. They took advantage of the chaos of the demons and frequently made trouble. If I don't kill them, I can't swallow this breath!"

"Ah, by the way, is there a rebel furnace that is imprisoned? She is also the most beautiful woman in the demon world." The king stuck out his tongue and licked it erotically, "What is it called?"

Zhou Li lowered his eyes and replied quietly: "Yan Yu."

"Yes, yes, that's her. Why don't you bring her up quickly? Instead of practicing double cultivation, your skills will be greatly improved." The king said anxiously.

Zhou Li dissuaded him: "Your Majesty, Yan Yu has a fierce personality. If you have sex rashly, your Majesty will be hurt."

The king became completely impatient and immediately wanted to take action against Zhou Li. Suddenly, a soldier rushed towards him from a distance.

"The monarch is in trouble!! Those monks are attacking again!"

"Damn it!" The king turned around and rushed out, smashing many buildings along the way.

Zhou Li narrowed his eyes and looked at the retreating monarch, flashed murderous intent, and sneered.

Then he came to a hidden dungeon, opened the cell door and walked in, and saw a gorgeous existence in a room. No matter how bad the environment was, she was like obsidian, slowly glowing.

She was Yan Yu, who was later Qin Shijin’s biological mother.

Yan Yu wore heavy makeup and flaming red lips, dressing herself up to be extremely glamorous. She raised her red lips and said, "Why, are you taking me to serve that cruel king?"

Zhou Li squinted his eyes and smiled: "You are beautiful."

"Oh, thank you." Yan Yu didn't care and didn't care.

"You are safe for the time being, but the king will remember you at any time." Zhou Li rubbed his wrist, his meaning already obvious.

Hearing this, Yan Yu stood up with a chuckle, walked to the dungeon bars, and with a breathtaking look, she blew a breath and said, "Why, you want to open your bud for me so that I can survive?"

Zhou Li's face turned dark instantly, and the air suddenly became cold. He looked down at her and said coldly: "I have no interest in you."

"Hand over your clan's secret scroll and the nine-turn blood skill."

Yan Yu was startled, narrowed her eyes and said, "How do you know this?"

Zhou Li: "The demon clan's most powerful forbidden technique can always be found as long as there are some clues."

"I won't give it to you. This secret scroll is too powerful and evil. The last turn requires the sacrifice of the flesh and blood of your closest relatives. You...you don't look like a family person." Yan Yu kept backing away, fearing that he would make a move. Force her to say.

"Then how can you have a child?"

When Zhou Li heard this, his emotions did not change at all, and he said: "Then, give birth to any one. Sacrifice."