The villain's pet apprentice sister is not to be trifled with

There was endless darkness before my eyes, and suddenly a strong light fell from the dome.

Si Qingyu and Ying Tianxing squinted their eyes slightly because of the glare. After a while, they opened their eyes slightly and saw the situation in front of them clearly.

Even though the person they were holding was their Chi Baobao, Si Qingyu and Ying Tianxing still felt a pang of pain in their hearts when they saw the once young boy's limbs pierced by chains.

They tried to do something, but finally realized that they were just a shadow in this world.

Ying Tianxing wiped his tears and snot with his sleeves while stubbornly explaining to his junior sister, "I didn't cry, it's just that the light was too dazzling."

Si Qingyu was already in tears: "Yes, the light is too dazzling!"

Around Turtle Seventeen stood many turtles, all of whom were covered in scars and had heavy shackles on their hands and feet.

What just covered the sky and the sun was the huge body of a dragon.

At this moment, the dragon transformed into a human form, wearing a black robe, slowly landed on the ground, and stood a few meters away from the turtle clan.

When the surviving turtles saw the black dragon approaching, they subconsciously trembled and retreated continuously to make way for him.

The Dragon King was very proud to see that the turtle monsters were afraid of him.

There was only one female turtle. She was covered in wounds and her legs were bloody, but she still struggled to crawl towards Turtle Seventeen. However, every move was very painful.

That is Madam Lingjia.

She murmured, "Seventeen! My son, don't... don't hurt Seventeen."

The Dragon King kicked Madam Lingjia far away, making all her efforts seem like a joke.

Madam Lingjia fainted.

Then, the Dragon King walked up to Turtle Seventeen, sneered, and said, "These stupid turtles don't even realize how powerful and precious blood is flowing in your body.

They actually think you are a turtle demon and their son. This is really ridiculous!"

Seeing that Gui Shiqi slowly raised his head, he asked anxiously, "Who am I? What am I? You know, right?"

This was the first time that Si Qingyu and Ying Tianxing heard Chi Baobao speak so many words in one breath. His tone was not dull, enunciating each word, but rather it was filled with ups and downs of emotions, a desire to get to the truth.

Turtle Seventeen stared at the Dragon King without blinking.

The Dragon King took a few more steps forward and gently ran his fingers across the chains that nailed Turtle Seventeen's demonic veins all over his body. His voice was gloomy, like a ghost calling for his soul, and the devilish sound lingered in his ears.

“There is no such thing as Turtle Seventeen in this world!

Even you don’t know it, you are the descendant of a true dragon, a reincarnated Bixi.

The ancient mythical dragon Bixi is of boundless power. Its blood of a real dragon can revive the dead and turn bones into flesh and turn decay into magic.

You should belong to the Jiaolong clan, which is the closest to the real dragon.

Tsk tsk tsk, look at how pitiful you are. It seems that the turtle tribe cannot protect you.

I heard that they treated you very badly, even hurting you, humiliating you, eating your flesh and blood, and treating you as an alien and evil monster. Why don't you follow the will of heaven and kill them all?

These short-sighted, ignorant turtles should not live in this world."

Boom! The Jiao King swung out his magic power, and many turtle monsters were blown away.

The next moment, the Dragon King's five claws fell on Seventeen's head, and demonic power flowed out from Seventeen's body and was continuously absorbed into the Dragon King's body.

The Dragon King laughed ferociously and wantonly, then transformed into his original form and flew away.

And his voice still echoes in this space.

"You lowly turtle, do you want to live? The one in front of you is a truly dragon-blooded being who has no chance of defending himself. He is injured and bleeding.

If you drink his blood, you will be able to survive, your wounds will heal, and your cultivation will increase dramatically. Isn't this what you want?"

Most of the turtle monsters were still hesitating, but a female turtle had already walked towards Seventeen.

She is Nineteen’s mother.

"Seventeen, I'm sorry, but Nineteen is seriously injured. I want my son to live."

After saying that, Nineteenth Lady pinched Seventeen's wound hard, bent her hand into an arc, scooped up a handful of Seventeen's blood, and fed it to Nineteen.

With the first one, there will naturally be more monsters following.

"It was you who harmed the turtle clan. If you were not of true dragon blood, our turtle clan wouldn't be in this situation! You owe us this!"

"It's just a few drops of blood, you won't die!"

"Seventeen, we will remember your contribution and sacrifice to the turtle tribe."

Madam Lingjia crawled on the ground and never drank a drop of Seventeen's blood. She just cried in despair, watching these scenes one after another, with Master Roshi's prophecy echoing in her ears.

At first, everyone just squeezed his wounds, licked his blood, and recovered from their injuries.

During this period, the Jiao clan repeatedly attacked and severely injured the Turtle clan, as if they were playing a trick on them, making them feel hopeful and then desperate again and again, torturing them over and over again.

The turtle clan began to go crazy in this dark and inescapable prison. After the dragon hurt them, they would hurt Seventeen and take crazy revenge to suck his blood.

He was even afraid that other members of his tribe would suck his flesh and blood dry and pounce on him and bite him directly.

Seventeen cried out in sorrow, "No, no! It hurts. It really hurts, don't do this!"

But the turtle demon never paid attention to his calls for help and sucked his flesh and blood wantonly. Gradually, Turtle Seventeen became more and more silent and dull and no longer uttered a word.

However, when those turtles approached him, he would have a hint of resentment and hatred on his face, and that emotion became more and more intense with each continuous torture.

The Jiao clan would come regularly every day to bring some food to Seventeen and feed him. Those were all precious spiritual foods from the demon clan, which were used to maintain his life.

Seventeen was struggling between constant pain and recovery, and the curses and bites from the turtle tribe gradually made him fall into despair.

Finally one day, he slowly raised his hands, wanting to end his life, but his hands were pulled by the chains and he couldn't even reach his neck.

He didn't know how many times he tried, but even though he was once extremely strong, he could not withstand the chains that were now covered with scars and cast by the Dragon King.

The voice of the Dragon King echoed in Turtle Seventeen's ears again, full of temptation, "You are so useless that you actually want to end your life.

You are a real dragon!

Why don't you kill the turtles who have hurt you so much? They eat your flesh and blood every day, kill them, kill them to avenge yourself, this is what you should do! "

Turtle Seventeen's body was always moving slightly, but every time the Dragon King spoke, the resentment in his eyes would deepen.

Si Qingyu was thinking that his third senior brother later became insane and possessed by a demon, and perhaps the Tower of Ten Thousand Demons was just a trigger.

The real inner demon was planted earlier, when he was imprisoned in the Jiao clan.

Most of the body of the dying Lady Lingjia had been rotten beyond recognition.

Perhaps it was because of guilt, or perhaps it was because his fellow tribesmen did not want to face the fact that there was a monster in the turtle tribe that could resist the temptation of the blood of a real dragon, so when Madam Lingjia was unconscious, he fed Madam Lingjia the blood of Turtle Seventeen.

When Madam Lingjia regained consciousness and saw that her injuries were almost healed, she understood everything.

She closed her eyes in despair, then walked towards Gui Shiqi, smiling gently, as if they were meeting each other for the first time as mother and son.

Her fingers gently brushed over Turtle Seventeen's scars, with a faint healing effect of demonic power, and she said, "Child, I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well.

My poor child, how can I let you let go?

Hatred itself will make you very miserable.

If I could, I would like to bear this for you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Madam Lingjia hugged Gui Shiqi.

The embrace was still as warm as before, but the gentle mother's figure gradually became blurred in front of Gui Shiqi's eyes, turning into fine golden rain that sprinkled all over Gui Shiqi's body.

That was her burning source of power.

A turtle demon's demon pill from a great demon in the fusion stage was shattered into a layer of invulnerable golden armor that covered the body of Turtle Seventeen under the effect of a mother's voluntary sacrifice at the cost of her soul never entering reincarnation.

Gui Shiqi's eyes moved slightly, and the space around him began to twist and rotate continuously.