Disaster practice view

Only then did he face Shen Zhuo squarely.

"I have never experienced what is called liking. I don't know what it is? But, you are not like this to me, I just helped you when you needed it most. If it is someone else, probably Same."

Lowering his eyelids, "But if you are willing to stay, I am willing to take you in."

"My kitten."

"However, you have to know that you are not safe at all by my side. I may kill you at any time."

Shen Zhuo took his hand and put it on his cheek, seriously, "If Hua can be by your side, this life is for you."

"Xiao, can you tell me your previous story? I want to know what you were like in the past?"

Shen Zhuo's eyes were full of sincerity.

"You really want to know?" Yan didn't pull back that hand, but put the other hand on it, pinching Shen Zhuo's face.

"My story is not about a gifted scholar or a beautiful woman. There is no romance. Do you still want to hear it?"

"Of course." Because I want to know everything about you. "Okay, then let me tell you, this seems to be the first time I've told someone that I used to be." Yan pressed his forehead.

Yang glanced at the cage he set up, and the cage disappeared in a flash.

"I'll take you to see it."

Xie stretched out his hand and held Shen Zhuo's hand, covering her eyes with the other hand.Shen Zhuo felt the blinding light, even though his eyes were blocked.After a while, "Open your eyes now."

The two of them appeared in a not-so-wide room with no windows, and the only door was made of iron bars. The light source here was the dim light of candles.

There was a bed in the center of the room, and a boy who looked like a boy was tied to it, his clothes were torn, his limbs were locked, and he couldn't move.

Xie was silent, Shen Zhuo only saw people coming over and feeding the boy on the bed with various pills.He squeezed his throat, forced his mouth open, and stuffed it in.

A young man is like a fish on a felt board, but in fact he is not as good as that fish can jump up and struggle a few times, what about him?

The young man was submissive, but in fact, there was no other way. It had been too long, and he yearned for sunshine extremely, but the sunshine could not reach every corner.People in the dark can only move forward alone.

"Actually, there's nothing to look at? The person on the bed is me when I was a child." Xun's tone was very calm.

"It's not too young to say it was a child. It's also hundreds of years old. It was tied up from the age of seven."

"Those people fed me the Soul Cultivation Pill. It's my fault. I have a rare treasure, but I don't have the ability to protect it." For the weak, owning it is even a fault.

"After my soul is taken out, after some sacrifices, it can erase the traces that belong to me. It can also be used to repair the broken souls of those people."

"There will always be some disadvantages when using the soul nourishing pill on those people, but using my soul to mend it is almost perfect."

"So, I was tied to that bed the whole time."

"At that time, I didn't have much cultivation. Those people asked me to live, so they gave me those pills and bigu pills to improve my cultivation."They're all here.

"I've been imprisoned on that bed ever since it was discovered that my soul can be used to repair someone else's soul."

"Everything was repeated, my soul was sequestered from me and taken elsewhere and sold to other people."

"Wait until the soul is almost repaired, and then cut it again. Oh, I have to say, those people's techniques are really good, and the weight is almost the same every time." Shen Zhuo didn't know what kind of mentality he used to say that the difference was almost the same. words.

This is cutting one's own soul a hundred billion times.He can only hug the cat.

The two looked at the boy on the bed, their bodies trembling constantly, and their souls were divided again and again.

The look in his eyes is always dull, it seems that living has no meaning, but indeed, living has no meaning to him.He had wanted to try death for a long time, but no one would let this cash cow go.

Time passes day by day.

The young man's cultivation is getting stronger and stronger.Although those were all piled up with pills, he clearly felt that he didn't seem to be cut off from his soul directly.

He can feel those souls that have been separated from him, and in those people, he can even call those people, secretly manipulating their bodies when they are not paying attention.

It was as if he had billions of bodies.He can even look up the memories possessed by those bodies.

Most of the people who can buy his soul to restore their bodies have a certain status, and those memories are priceless.

His excited blood was about to boil, but he didn't dare, he waited.

There was no way, he just continued to lie on that bed until, he felt, he could succeed.

At that time, those who are not living are not born, and those who are dead are dead.The souls of those surviving ancestors were almost all repaired with his soul, and he felt that the time was almost up.

He has tried countless times to manipulate those people to act.None fail.

On that day, he let the person who often tore his soul apart because he was close to the water, and how many of the guards beside him didn't spy on his soul, and dismissed the people around him.

Walking to his side, he untied the ropes on his legs and hands.It took him a long time to sit up on the bed.He manipulated that person to help him up, trying again and again.

Let him rub his hands, arms and legs.

He has not stood up for too long, this world.

The person he manipulated led him outside.At the same time, they are also controlling those, the masters are rushing here.

Someone kept trying to stop him.Being dealt with by those who were more powerful than him, blood was spilled on the ground again and again.It starts to solidify, layer by layer.

One night, people belonging to this dark room kept coming and dying, and the corpses began to be listed.Blood flowed wantonly.Yan sat on the pile of people in the middle of the palace, surrounded by broken walls.The clothes were already covered in blood.

Standing around are those immortals called ancestors, those people who are usually high above them.

Tried over and over again, reading the memory from those heads.Those who used to hurt him.

When everyone in this palace is slaughtered, completely.Xi finally walked out of the hall, he faced the sun, the sun was really dazzling, but it was also so warm, it made him want to shed tears.

He raised his hand and slightly covered his eyes until his eyes finally adapted to the sunlight outside.

Green, red, beige, this color is so beautiful.At that time, I was silent.

Yes, beautiful, but what does this have to do with him?He just wants to kill!

He manipulated those who had used its soul, and wiped out batch after batch of human beings in this world.

Massive city towns, dead, caused panic.Countless human beings began to go into exile, just to live longer.But this is only a one-sided massacre. Human beings have no way to resist immortal cultivators.

Calamity on the top of the mountain, watching the wailing everywhere, this is really the most beautiful sad song.he likes.

Just like that, watching through the eyes of those people, seeing those people lying in a pool of blood, with corpses flying everywhere.