The favor of heaven, followed by all beasts, the abandoned daughter, she tortured the scum and becam

It can be said that Yan Zhiqing brought the blame on herself today.

The coldness and anger in Yan Xue's eyes were overwhelming. She closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened them again, she regained her calm expression.

Yan Zhiqing's eyes were full of resentment, and her eyes were fixed on the woman in front of her who was causing trouble for her again and again.

"I have no enmity with you, why do you want to harm me, why do you want to disfigure me!"

Even though her heart was full of anger, she still had that tender and loving look on the outside, and shed tears of injustice appropriately.

But what she didn't know was that she was wearing such a disgustingly ugly face.

Even if she cried her eyes out, she wouldn't be able to make people feel the slightest sympathy. Instead, she would feel a little disgusting.

Yan Xue curled her lips sarcastically, and words came one after another, "Yan Zhiqing, do you know that you look disgusting now? I advise you to cry less, so as not to dilute the medicine on your face and blame my poor medical skills."

As soon as these words came out, everyone who had only half understood it now understood.

"I didn't expect that this girl in the realm of a great spiritual warrior really knows some medical skills."

"It's a disease that even ghost doctors can't cure. Who knows if she's just doing whatever she wants?"

"I see that this girl is in such pain. It doesn't look like she is being treated. Instead, it looks like I am deliberately torturing her."

……

Yan Zhiqing gritted his teeth, a cruel look flashed in his eyes.

This group of idiots really believe whatever others say.

The wound on his face has been restrained. How can a simple bottle of medicine heal it?

If the restriction is violated, everyone here will die!

They were all buried with her!

Thinking of this, Yan Zhiqing's lips curled up into a sneer, and the wounds on his face didn't seem so itchy anymore.

Yan Xue glanced indifferently, "Since the wound is no longer itchy, let's move on to the next step."

There is actually a next step!

God knows how many ways this person will come up with to torture her!

Yan Zhiqing's bloodless face turned even whiter now, and he stared at her with gritted teeth.

But the people around him didn't think so. They stared at Yan Xue's figure in surprise, with more admiration in their eyes.

The woman next to the Ghost King actually has two brushes.

No wonder the ghost doctor and ghost king were so confident that she would take action.

Who is she?

Within one stick of incense, Yan Xue went back and forth and asked Yan Zhiqing to try more than a dozen medicines.

All of them caused her unbearable pain and torture, but the wounds on her face that were bleeding and bleeding were indeed getting smaller and smaller to the naked eye.

Yan Zhiqing couldn't hold on to Yan Xue's mistakes, and couldn't tell her the pain.

She could only grit her teeth and silently endure this inhuman torture, and her heart had already broken Yan Xue into thousands of pieces.

When Yan Xue clapped her hands and straightened up, she put away the storage bag with satisfaction.

She already knew the properties and toxicity of the strange medicine jars given by Xu Linghe.

I was worried that there was no one who could test the medicine, but I was so lucky today that I bumped into Yan Zhiqing.

But at this time, Yan Zhiqing was too weak to speak a word. His lips were as pale as a dying person, but his eyes were still glaring at her with hatred and evil.

Yan Xue met her eyes directly, and a pure smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I've had enough fun, now I can start to unlock the restrictions on you."

Play?

The inhumane torture just now was actually just her play!

Hearing this, Yan Zhiqing was so angry that he wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood. Hatred welled up in his heart, and his beautiful features became ferocious and ugly.

Yan Xue's eyes condensed, and all the spiritual energy in his body instantly condensed in his eyes, which were coated with a light purple light.

The restrictions placed on Yan Zhiqing were easily seen by her.

People with more advanced cultivation levels immediately saw some clues and exclaimed, "This is the Purple Star Eye Technique!"

Zi Shu had a look of astonishment on his face and lowered his voice, "She is only in the realm of a great spiritual warrior, but she has actually mastered the Purple Star Eye Technique! What a talent this is!"

Xu Linghe was also a little surprised. Soon, his eyes showed admiration and pride, "There's nothing to be surprised about. After all, it's her."

After a long while, Yan Xue closed her eyes, raised her eyebrows, and a hint of amusement flashed in her eyes, "The restrictions on you can only be transferred, not broken."

As soon as he said these words, Yan Zhiqing showed a look of disdain and sneered, "Just because you are not good enough in cultivation and can't break this restriction doesn't mean that the ghost doctor can't break it. Stop pretending, it's really disgusting."

Yan Xue looked at her condescendingly and sneered coldly.

In front of everyone, she walked up to Zi Shusi and bowed slightly, "Master Ghost Doctor, the restrictions on this person can only be transferred but not lifted. Am I right?"

Everyone's attention shifted to Zi Shusi, with expectations and curiosity...

Zi Shusi nodded slightly, "Yes."

His words undoubtedly slapped Yan Zhiqing in the face.

"Impossible!" Yan Zhiqing widened his eyes in fear and shouted almost hoarsely.

Yan Xue narrowed his eyes and said, "I have a way to unlock the restriction, but can your body bear it? Can you, a mortal with no cultivation, endure the pain of peeling bones, cramping, and pulling away your soul?"

"I..." Yan Zhiqing bit his lower lip unwillingly, but did not open his mouth to argue.

"Since you can't bear it, choose someone to bear the pain of this restriction for you." Yan Xue raised his eyelids indifferently and stared at her.

The look in Yan Zhiqing's eyes was dark and unclear, like an endless abyss with no bottom.

She had no choice but to find a scapegoat.

She must live, get rid of the name of trash and practice again. She must go to the fairy world and be superior to others.

Suddenly.

Yan Zhiqing turned around suddenly, knelt down in front of Yan Fuming, and kowtowed heavily.

"Dad, my daughter is unfilial!"

"Zhiqing, what are you doing?" Yan Fuming's face was full of eagerness, and he leaned over to help her up.

But Yan Zhiqing knelt on the ground with determination, his face full of tears, "My daughter can't do anything harmful to others. This prohibition is on me. I'm afraid I will die within three days."

"May Daddy atone for his sins. My daughter is unfilial and can no longer be by Daddy's side!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Xue burst into laughter.

This Yan Zhiqing knows how to control Yan Fuming's three inches best.

Knowing that if she wants to live now, she must find someone willing to transfer the restriction. She used her own life as bait to force out Yan Fuming's rare affection that was unique to her.

She wouldn't seek death at all.

Even her biological father was just a stepping stone on her path to cultivation.

She has no heart.

As expected, Yan Fuming burst into tears after hearing her words.

"Zhiqing, dad only has you as a daughter, and you are the pride of my Yan Fuming. Just transfer this restriction to me. As long as you rise to success and become famous, just don't forget dad."

Yan Zhiqing was moved to tears and kowtowed three times to Yan Fuming.

No one noticed the flash of contempt in the deepest part of her eyes...