The villain who defeated the son of destiny was my father

Qu Qingyan looked at him as if he were a fool, with a faint arc on the corner of his mouth, "I don't know. If you want to know something, go and check it yourself."

[If I could find out, I wouldn't have to ask you, the host. The plot is not omnipotent. There are some things that are not in the plot that I can't find out. Host, please help me and tell me everything about your father's life.] The youngest boy almost begged.

Qu Qingyan picked up a cup of tea and drank it. The mist covered her cold eyes, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, but I wasn't close to my father in the past, so I don't know much about his life."

After that, she talked about a few things in a nonsensical way.

Having not received any useful information, Xiaoyaoer was disappointed. He looked at his almost transparent body and urged: "Host, I have used all my remaining energy to treat my injuries. You must complete the task quickly. Otherwise, if you cannot replenish your energy, not only me, but also you, the host, will be implicated."

"I got it. I'll go tell my father about it in two days when I calm down." Qu Qingyan put down the teacup impatiently.

It's really wishful thinking to try to get information about my father from her.

Ever since she found out that the dog system was biased towards the hero and heroine, she wished that the dog system would disappear immediately!

Hearing this, the little one finally breathed a sigh of relief.

[Host, I no longer have any energy and my ability is limited. Everything in the future depends on you. Please don't let me down.]

There was a hint of warning in his words, but it made the woman next to him completely cold. "What do you mean?"

[Host, don't misunderstand me. I'm just reminding you out of kindness. I'm worried that you've forgotten your mission. However, the host is a smart person and won't be stupid.] After saying this, Xiaoyaer disappeared into thin air.

Qu Qingyan sneered in his heart.

……

The handsome man looked anxious as he strode towards the dungeon.

"See you, Prime Minister!"

Everyone who came and went knelt on the ground to pay homage.

Qu Honglin went straight to a dungeon compartment. When he got there, his sharp and murderous eyes fell on the man who was tied up and covered in blood. "Is there any unusual movement?"

"My lord, this guy was unconscious all night last night and there was nothing abnormal." Prophet Liu looked at the man who had his head lowered and had not yet woken up, and answered truthfully.

Qu Honglin sneered, "Really?"

The slender fingers pinched the bound man's jaw and lifted his face, only to see two bloody eye sockets with crisscrossing bloodshot veins.

His eyes narrowed, but an expected smile appeared on his lips, "Interesting! It looks like it won't be long before his eyeballs grow back."

"What? He..." Upon hearing this, Prophet Liu hurried over. When he saw the new flesh and blood growing in his eye sockets, he was also shocked. "I thought he could recover from his injuries, but I didn't expect that he could actually grow back his eyes. This person is too rebellious. If we don't get rid of him, he will definitely bring a threat of destruction to our dynasty."

Such a person who goes against the will of heaven must not be allowed to remain in this world!

Qu Honglin looked at the man he had captured with great effort, and then thought back to what had just happened, and the brutal murderous intent in his heart surged out.

He picked up the branding iron beside him and branded his face hard.

For a moment, the smell of burning flesh mixed with shrill screams filled the entire cell.

"You bastard Qu Xiang, I, Wu Xinkui, will remember today's shame. One day, I will make you pay with blood!!!" The tortured man on the wooden frame, who was almost dying, roared angrily.

Unfortunately, he was blind and could not see his enemy, but his body was struggling on the wooden frame, trying to break free.

Qu Honglin suddenly laughed, threw the branding iron aside, and drew the soft sword from his waist.

The silver blade pointed at the man, but Wu Xinkui sensed the danger and said fearlessly: "You bastard, if you want to kill me, do it quickly! I, Wu Xinkui, will never blink an eye!"

Does he still have eyes?

Prophet Liu next to him touched his nose and said nothing.

Qu Honglin repeated with interest, "You want to kill me or chop me up? Well, I will grant your wish! It will also be a good opportunity to see how tough you, the leader of the martial arts world, are."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of silver light appeared and several pieces of the man's flesh were cut off.

"what!!!"

Wu Xinkui's roars continued, and he no longer had the arrogance he had just now.

The sword was covered with white flesh as thin as a cicada's wing, and a trace of blood could be seen faintly on it.

Everyone standing nearby looked at this scene with admiration and respect.

The Prime Minister's swordsmanship is truly unrivaled in the world, and no one can compare to him.

"Go and present this to His Majesty. His Majesty will surely be pleased." Qu Honglin shook the sword, and saw the slices of meat falling into the plate next to him like fallen leaves in autumn.

The people below immediately picked it up, obeyed the order and left.

Qu Honglin did not stop, but attacked again with the soft sword in his hand.

After being skinned alive, the man on the wooden frame was breathing out more than breathing in, and had already fainted.

Apart from a head, there is not much flesh on the body.

Qu Honglin knew that he would not die, after all, he was the "Son of Destiny".

"Sir, what should we do next?" Seer Liu was also shocked by the powerful vitality of the Son of Destiny.

Qu Honglin shook off the pieces of white meat, picked up the wine jar next to him and cleaned the soft sword.

"Someone! Let him go!"

When these words came out, Prophet Liu was shocked, "Sir, no, since you already know that Wu Xinkui is the son of destiny, letting him go now is tantamount to letting a tiger go back to the mountain, which will cause endless troubles.

After going through so much trouble to capture a child of luck, are we going to let him go just like that?

Qu Honglin said calmly: "I will make my own decision."

"But as for His Majesty..." The old emperor is old, and his dragon energy is declining. He is relying on absorbing these sons of luck to change his luck. If he lets them go now, he might be furious.

Qu Honglin said nonchalantly, "It's okay." He put the soft sword on his waist like a silver belt.

"Yes!" Xianzhi Liu called a few people and wanted to release the man.

Qu Honglin stopped them and waved his hand, "Don't worry, leave them here, someone will come to rescue them. Then we can catch them all in one fell swoop."

"Could it be someone from the martial arts world, or could it be Qu Xinzhu?" Liu Xianzhi guessed that those people from the martial arts world would definitely come to rescue Wu Xinkui, the leader of the martial arts world, but Qu Xinzhu and Wu Xinkui were both sons of destiny, so they would definitely not sit idly by.

Qu Honglin did not reply, his mind was filled with what had just happened.

He said that he would never let his daughter take any risks, and that he would do all the dangerous things.

He will never let go any person or thing from another world who dares to hurt his Yan'er.

He wanted to eliminate all dangers ahead so that his daughter could live a safe and smooth life.