Report to the Lord God, the Demon King has the ability to read minds

"Your Majesty, I heard that the silver-haired and silver-eyed woman you are looking for saved all the students from the participating academies." The person who came in was her personal maid Chunzhi.

"Have you found out her identity?" Li Jiaole's eyes turned cold.

"not yet."

"Listen, you have also seen Mo Xin. If that person is really her, just send someone to kill her. Send more strong men. Mo Xin is different now. Bring the body back to me!"

"Yes, ma'am."

Chunzhi responded and went downstairs.

A smile appeared on Li Jiaole's face again. She leaned over and lay on Long Qingyun, gently stroking his handsome face with her bare hands.

"Your Highness, I know you can hear me. I just want you to hear the news of Mo Xin's tragic death. I just want you to hear me personally ordering someone to kill your savior.

Your Highness, don't blame me for being cruel. Who made you obsessed with her? Who made her want to take you away?

We are already husband and wife, and you still want to marry her with the whole world as a betrothal gift? How can I allow her to snatch you away?

You should be mine, and you must be mine only!"

Her voice was full of resentment and unwillingness, but her hands were extremely gentle, as if Long Qingyun was her most precious treasure.

There was a madness flashing in Li Jiaole's eyes, and a sound that sounded like laughing and crying came from her throat.

After Chunzhi left, only Li Jiaole and Long Qingyun were left in the room.

Long Qingyun lay quietly on the bed, his eyes closed, his face normal, but his brows tightly furrowed, as if he was suffering in pain even in his dream.

Long Qingyun shouted angrily in his heart: "How dare you! Li Jiaole, you vicious woman, if you dare to touch Ah Qin, I will grind you to dust when I wake up!"

Li Jiaole gently held his hand and whispered, "Your Highness, don't worry, I will never let her go."

As she spoke, a hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes.

......

But let’s talk about Mo Xin.

After separating from Di Feiqing, Hei Yan and the others that day, she came to the place the system mentioned alone.

The crows were calling "wa wow". Some of the crows that were eating carrion noticed that someone was coming. They immediately flew to the tall trees and tilted their heads to look at the approaching humans.

Even someone as cold-hearted as Mo Yin couldn't help but feel extremely angry when he saw this scene.

There was a foul smell in the air. I didn't know how many days these people had been dead, but it was at least six or seven days.

I'm afraid all the villagers are here.

Mo Xin felt very depressed.

Mo Xin took out the retrospective mirror and replayed what happened in the past few days.

This village is a relatively remote, poor and backward village.

There are only old people, women, children and some uneducated and uneducated people in the village.

Most young people go out to work to make a living.

Everything was going on as usual, but two wounded people came to their village.

They had not yet entered the village, they were just passing through.

But it was here that they were blocked by the evil cultivators.

These two people look like a couple at first glance.

The two men fought stubbornly, and many demon cultivators died at their hands, but they also suffered a lot of injuries.

But it seemed as if the demon cultivators could never be killed, they kept coming one after another.

This time, the evil cultivator had no intention of letting them go.

Even the village behind them was not spared.

The two knew that they could not defeat them.

But they couldn't just sit there and watch the village behind them suffer an unexpected disaster.

"Stop! Let them go and we'll let you do whatever you want. Otherwise, we'll die together! Don't you need us to threaten my son? If we die, do you think our son will still work for you?!"

The two men looked desperate, yet resolute.

The leading demon cultivator agreed, and the two gave up resistance and were controlled by the demon cultivator.

But the demon cultivator did not keep his promise.

No one in the village escaped death.

They burned, killed, looted, raped women, and committed all kinds of evil.

Blood flowed like a river, dyeing the entire land red.

There was thunder and rain in the sky, as if the actors were crying and roaring in anger for this cruel and tragic scene.

And all of this was watched by the two men.

The two men's eyes were red with anger.

"We are demon cultivators. Your God of Credibility cannot control us."

"Hahaha......"

The man laughed sadly, and a line of blood and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

He stared at those evil cultivators with hatred.

"Yes, our God of Credibility cannot control you, but we can make you pay for their deaths! Your plan will definitely fail!"

Then, the two men blew themselves up in full view of everyone.

All the demon cultivators did not escape.

"This is a sacrifice of the soul..."

Originally, with the existing star spiritual power of those two people, even if they self-destructed, they would not be able to become a demon cultivator.

They increased the power of the self-explosion by sacrificing souls in order to kill all the evil cultivators.

And they have no remains left, and even their souls have dissipated in the human world.

This place is remote and backward, and no one noticed that the people here had been dead for several days.

Mo Xin closed his eyes with a heavy heart, unable to bear to face this tragic scene.

"Ah'xin, I feel so uncomfortable..." Tongzi's voice was muffled.

Mo Xin knew that all this was the fault of the demon cultivators, and they had to pay the price for it. Her heart was filled with anger and determination, as if a flame was burning, and she was determined to punish all the demon cultivators.

"The evil done by the demons must be repaid with their blood.

I will never let any demon cultivator survive in this world." Her voice was cold and firm, as if she was declaring war on the demons.

Mo Xin worked for a long time and finally found a place to bury all the corpses.

There was no trace of the two men's bodies left, and she only found a few pieces of clothing at the place where they blew themselves up.

Mo Xin burned the letter for them, as if it was his final farewell to them.

"Your son loves you very much."

Mo Xin's figure gradually disappeared in the distance.

Long after she left, a young man in ragged clothes came to the entrance of the village and stayed there for a long time. He couldn't believe what he saw. The doors of every house were open, and the air was filled with the smell of death. He walked into the village step by step with his eyes wide open, as if he was looking for something.

His heart seemed to be torn apart, and endless sadness and anger surged in his heart. He looked at the ruins in front of him. That was once his home, his village. Now, everything was destroyed, everyone was dead, and he was the only one who survived.

His tears could not stop flowing, and the grief in his heart was beyond words. He wanted to shout loudly and ask something, but his throat could only make hoarse sounds.

Life is already so difficult, yet there are still people who can't bear to see them live in this world.

He came back alive, but what he saw was not the villagers who were struggling but still trying to survive, but a ruin.

He grew up eating at many people's homes, and those kind and simple people were willing to share their food with him even though their lives were difficult.

But now, everything is gone.

He felt like his world was falling apart and nothing made sense.

The beautiful vision of the world that I had built up in this village since childhood was completely shattered.

His heart beat fast, his thoughts became confused, the pain in his heart was like an invisible hand, tightly grasping his heart, and he felt that he could not breathe.

I have lost everything.

The happiness and joy he once had have now vanished.

He kept opening every door, trying to find a glimmer of hope, but there was no living person. He kept calling everyone's name, but the only response he got was dead silence.

His tears flowed down, his body trembled. He felt that he could no longer bear the pressure, he wanted to escape, but he seemed to be trapped in a cage, with nowhere to go.

Until he saw the two tombstones, his eyes slowly turned red and tears blurred his vision.

He knelt on the ground, hugged the tombstone, and cried bitterly. "Grandpa Village Chief, everyone, I'm back..." His voice was full of despair and helplessness, as if the whole world had collapsed.

He fainted in front of the tombstone until he could no longer shed a single tear, his body trembling, as if he could not escape this cruel reality even in his dreams.

......

"Master Di, you have always been with my master. Do you know where she has gone and why she hasn't come back yet?"

The students in Class 91 of Tianzi have been very sad recently.

Their commander disappeared.

Alas, I can’t see my teacher and I miss him.

"Your commander will be back soon. I hope you will be mentally prepared when you see her."

The students in Class 91 of Tianzi didn’t understand, but they were obedient.

In the gorgeous mansion, a gorgeous and charming young man suddenly opened his eyes, and the strong hatred in his eyes seemed to turn into substance.