Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

Once a cultivator's Tao heart is broken, not only will he lose all his magical powers, but he will also be punished by the Heavenly Law as a punishment for his unstable Tao heart.

Since ancient times, there are only a few people who have broken the way and can withstand the punishment of heaven and survive, and if they don't die, they will be disabled.

Under the black veil, bells rang softly. Jiang Que supported the young man's waist and could roughly guess the reason for his action.

Their mission this time may be the same.

It broke his faith.

[Want to use the mind-reading cards? Listen to what he's thinking, maybe you'll know the answer.] The system popped up, giving a friendly reminder.

Jiang Que glanced at the young man who was frowning because of discomfort, and shook his head.

Yan Hui moved a little, but found it too painful and stood up decisively.

Seeing that Jiang Que's heart remained unmoved and he sneered, he knew it wouldn't be that easy.

It would be more satisfying to just stab this villain to death with a knife.

He pretends to be an immortal. To practice the ruthless way, one needs to abandon all emotions, but this bastard gets excited when he sees him.

WTF.

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[Dear, please pay attention to maintaining the character of the protagonist and do not express ideas that are irrelevant to the character, otherwise you will be punished.] Smile.

"..."

Grass! !

Destroy the character setting.

Disgusted and moody, he is going crazy every day.

He just sat on Jiangque in the previous second, and left in the next second because of the pain.

Before leaving, he patted Jiang Que's face and motioned him to follow.

The young man's red clothes were eye-catching. The sound of bells came from near and far. In the dim candlelight, he lifted the layers of black gauze covering the soft couch and went to the hot spring pool in the other direction of the bedroom to take a bath.

Jiang Que pulled up his trousers, hesitated for a moment, and followed.

The hot spring pool was inlaid with black jade. There were no candles lit because the surrounding walls were decorated with countless bright luminous pearls, which made the boy's face look even whiter.

The boy's bedroom had no decorations, but anything inside was priceless.

The hot spring was emitting white mist, but the black gauze was made of unknown material. Not only did it never let the light of the night pearl leak out, but even the vapor from the hot spring water did not flow into the bedroom to create a damp feeling.

Yan Shi took off his clothes and went into the water. The mist enveloped him and his figure was barely visible.

After entering the water, his red eyes, which had not yet dispersed, glanced at the proud immortal standing not far away.

Although Xianri's clothes were shabby, his posture was proud and his pair of indifferent eyes showed neither sadness nor joy, which made people want to pour some other emotions into them and sink with him.

The young man lay on the edge of the hot spring pool and waved to the immortal king whose figure was as straight as a bamboo joint.

Before the Immortal King could make a move, there was a sudden flash of weak light, so fast that even blinking was too fast for him to catch. The place where Jiang Que had just stood was empty, leaving only a faint fluorescent light.

Seeing the person disappear in front of him, the boy's expression suddenly darkened.

She rose from the pool with a splash, her dark hair spread out behind her, covering most of her scenery, and walked barefoot to where Jiang Que had just stood.

There was an unspeakable gloom all over his body.

"Shrinking Earth Formation." The young man's gloomy face suddenly sneered, his eyes were cold, and his left foot with a bell on it shattered the remaining light of the formation, revealing an unspeakable viciousness.

...

A white light flashed, and when Jiang Que opened his eyes again, he had returned to the Dusheng Gate from the Demon Realm.

In the long-lost daylight, the five elders of the Dusheng Gate were dressed in Taoist robes, looking very elegant.

In the hall filled with abundant spiritual energy, he cast a spell with the disciple's life card, using the tracking technique and the shrinking formation to forcibly recall the disciple who was captured by the demon tribe and used as a snack.

This method is very time-consuming, and unless it is an emergency, it is generally difficult to use the disciple's life card.

There were more than twenty people, but only seven or eight came back.

Those who didn’t come back proved to be dead.

Inside the bright Dushengmen Hall, the elder withdrew the formation and looked at the disciples below who were crying because they had escaped death. His experienced gaze finally fell on another figure who was wearing blood-stained white clothes, but looked proud and independent.

Be calm and keep stable emotions.

It's a good seedling.