The cinnabar mole that became a god after escaping from death

The hall of the holy court was full of people of various colors, staring at the young man standing on the black and gold cashmere blanket, whispering and looking suspiciously.

Pei Chu walked in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to change, he was still wearing the striped hospital gown.

The wide hem of the blue and white clothes made his body, which had been in a coma for a long time, even thinner and thinner.

Pei Chu didn't seem to notice it, and stood quietly in the center of the hall, his face was pale, and he seemed to be walking in a daze.

Nearly a thousand people stood on the steps of the main hall, bustling with each other, full of resentment, anxiously waiting for the verdict of the holy court.

Bishop William looked at Pei Chu coldly, summoned the people around him to give some instructions in a low voice, and then looked gloomyly at the figures in the audience.

In just a few days, Pei Chu's impression in the eyes of everyone has changed directly from a stunning and talented purifier to an evil monster who is in the same league as the Fallen God.

Wu Zhan's scalp was numb from the overwhelming malicious sight, he took a breath, then lowered his head and said, "Master Kolando, I'm here."

At the end of the black and gold cashmere blanket, on a high platform sat an archbishop in a red robe.

He slowly opened his eyes, with a childlike face and white hair, holding the scepter in his hand, looking at the center of his eyes, and said softly, "Pei Chu, is your body recovering well?"

Pei Chu raised his eyes silently, without saying a word, his eyes were quiet.

In fact, he doesn't understand many human beings. He obviously wants to say and want these things, but he just wants to whitewash the peace and deceive himself and others with useless words.

Korando looked into his clear eyes, paused, stood up, and said, "Bishop William suspects that you and that Fallen Angel secretly colluded to kill the Purifier. Do you have anything to explain?"

Pei Chu was a little dull, and after reacting for a while, he shook his head slowly: "I didn't do these things."

Bishop William immediately drooped the corners of his mouth, with a haughty and sinister expression, and snorted coldly, "What you said is not credible, do you have evidence?"

Pei Chu turned his gaze away and looked up at him quietly: "Why can't what I say be trusted? Because you often lie, do you think everyone else will lie?"

His tone was soft and clean, as if he really just asked a question.

Bishop William was so suppressed that his face turned red, but he couldn't even utter a word of rebuttal.

He was so angry that his expression was distorted and he clenched the scepter in his hand. He almost failed to switch back to Z state dialect. He didn't dare to beat around the bush and asked directly: "Be honest! Are you collaborating with the tree of life and trying to deceive the holy court to continue to help?" He inspected the restricted space?!"

The charges were cleared, and the discussion on the stage immediately buzzed. Countless eyes fell on Pei Chu, with anger, suspicion, and indifference.

Xin Rui frowned quickly, and just about to speak, his wrist suddenly tightened.

He turned his face away in astonishment, and the Lancaster Patriarch beside him closed his eyes and slowly shook his head.

The high windows in the main hall were closed tightly, and the light was dim, blurry and damp.

Pei Chu didn't care about those various gazes, and just opened his eyes calmly, with pure and clear eyes: "I don't."

As if anticipating that he would resist, Bishop William sneered and said darkly, "I still don't admit it."

Above the main hall, he suddenly and heavily lowered his scepter, raised the corners of his drooping mouth, and ordered in a cold voice: "Bring people up!"

In the next second, the closed door was opened, and the dazzling sunlight outside the door rushed into the dim palace.

Everyone on and off the stage squinted their eyes and frowned at the light.

The person brought in by the teacher was a half-grown boy with disheveled hair describing fear and a nervous expression. He was pushed and shoved and stumbled to the center of the hall.

He was still wearing the blood-stained clothes, embarrassed and dirty, curled up beside Pei Chu, not daring to look up at him, his lips trembling.

It wasn't until he heard his heavy and panicked breathing that Pei Chu slowly realized that there was someone beside him, and looked sideways.

He blinked, and recognized that this was the little purifier of the Louis family who was finally rescued from the mouth of the python before he passed out. There was a slight surprise in his eyes, and he smiled: "So you are still alive."

Unexpectedly, when the other party heard his words, he sat down on the ground in fright, his face was pale and trembling,

His expression was terrified, as if he heard the whisper of a demon, he screamed in a low voice, kicked his feet on the ground, and moved back desperately.

Pei Chu was taken aback, and just about to ask another question, Bishop William suddenly interrupted him and sneered, "Didn't you think that Albert didn't die from the belly of a snake?"

After he finished speaking, he glanced condescendingly at the slumped teenager on the ground, and said with disgust, "Mr. Albert, the Holy Court will protect your safety. Now please tell everyone honestly what happened that night."

He paused, with a strange smile on his face: "...and, the true identity of the purifier in front of you."

Pei Chu was taken aback for a moment.

The boy on the ground looked terrified, huddled in the corner, and said incoherently: "I don't, I don't know... so many snakes... so many snakes... white... so many tails!!"

Not only Pei Chu, but even the people on the stage were a little puzzled, and started discussing in whispers.

Bishop William didn't expect him to be such a waste, he was so scared that he was half crazy and half stupid, and suddenly became a little irritable, and asked: "Whose tail?"

The young man was silent for a moment, his eyes were dull: "Pei Chu, it's Pei Chu, he has so many tails... so many, the snake is going to swallow me alive, I can't breathe..."

He seemed to recall that black and smelly bloody mouth again, his face was so pale that he screamed in horror, holding his head and curling up into a ball.

Everyone in the Louis family standing on the stage showed resentment, their eyes were burning, and they glared at Pei Chu who was still calm.

Seeing that his confession was muddled, William immediately stepped forward anxiously, and asked forcefully, "Quickly tell me! Did Pei Chu—"

"Enough." The bishop of Lance standing on the stage finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He stood up, frowned and looked at William: "Bishop William, I have made it clear since I reported to the Holy Court that Pei Chu's real body is not a human, but a cat demon. Now I want to use this reason to accuse him, is it right?" Isn't it too forced?"

William's expression cracked, he turned his head, and snorted coldly: "You also know that he is a monster. Since he is a monster, he will definitely be affected by the tree of life. How can you guarantee that the strange purifying spiritual power on Pei Chu's body will Wasn't it created by the Tree of Life?!"

His eyes were dark: "After all, the tree of life is a god—"

"Okay!" There was a sudden reprimand from outside the door.

Everyone immediately looked up.

The voice was very familiar, Pei Chu was stunned, slowly turned his head, and raised his face: "...Master."

As one of the only five or six first-level purification masters in the world, there was no one who didn't know Mr. Lin, and they all frowned in surprise when they saw him appear.

The old Taoist was still wearing his tattered Taoist robe, his face was so old that it was almost wrinkled.

He turned his head to look at the young apprentice who had lost a lot of weight, and said angrily, "How did you make yourself into this?"

Pei Chu stared at him blankly, without making a sound, his eyes were moist.

"Mr. Lin." Lance breathed a sigh of relief.

The old Taoist nodded to him reluctantly, then raised his head to look at Ke Rando in the middle of the high platform, and nodded in salute: "The archbishop."

Ke Rando's expression was as gentle as ever, and he said, "Why is Mr. Lin here?"

The old Taoist glanced at Pei Chu who hadn't recovered, and said, "I'll take our little apprentice back."

William immediately interrupted him anxiously: "No! You can't leave! As a purifier, if Pei Chu is really in collusion with the tree of life, how dare the Holy Court trust his spiritual power of purification?!"

Someone on the stage reacted and said anxiously:

"Bishop William is right!"

"That's right! People must stay!"

"Since you are a purifier, you can't have any stains!"

There was a chaotic quarrel on and off the stage, as if he was almost killed by Qing Xing in the finals with resentment, spitting loudly at Pei Chu.

The old Taoist raised his head and glanced at the silent archbishop, then looked away again.

He stared at everyone on the field, suddenly snorted coldly, and sarcastically said: "Who said that he will continue to be a purifier?"

In the next second, the noisy voices in the hall stopped instantly, and everyone froze in shock with anger on their faces.

Xin Rui immediately frowned, feeling very anxious.

Most of the people who clamored to force Pei Chu to prove his innocence were low-level purifiers who were not selected.

At this moment, while they were ecstatic, they were also surprised that the old Taoist dared to give up his status as a purifier and stared at Pei Chu's expression.

But he actually laughed.

Pei Chu raised his face, his fluffy hair fell on his eyelashes, his eyes were quiet and soft: "Yes, I am no longer a purifier."

Hearing this, William was suddenly shocked and angry, his face twisted, and he stared firmly into his eyes.

No!no!In order to prevent any possibility of the tree of life being completely purified, Pei Chu must die!

Lance felt a little regretful, sighed, and sat back in his seat without saying a word, listening to the shocked and low-pitched discussions of the other bishops around him.

For a moment, all eyes in the hall were focused on Pei Chu's face, full of astonishment.

Ke Rando also looked at him, and said softly: "Pei Chu, have you thought about it carefully... If you give up your status as a purifier, the holy court, including all purifier alliances, will expel you forever."

Pei Chu looked at him and nodded calmly: "I give up."

Kolando then had nothing to say and nodded.

The old Taoist immediately laughed and patted the top of his head: "Let's go."

Pei Chu took one last look at Xin Rui, hummed, then turned around without hesitation, and followed him towards the entrance of the main hall.

Thousands of eyes behind them were dead silent, and everyone stared at the backs of the two of them, watching them leave.

The heavy door of the main hall was closed again, covering countless complicated and dark thoughts.

At the foot of the Big Demon Mountain, there was a mist.

Pei Chu sat quietly in the courtyard of the Taoist temple, propped his face, and looked at the top of the Great Demon Mountain in the distance.

There were birds sitting on the tall trees in the courtyard, their singing was crisp and melodious, like singing, Pei Chu looked up and laughed.

Just as he was about to pull out a spiritual thread to tease, his wrist suddenly ached.

Pei Chu paused and looked down.The spirit vein line at the wrist was shallower than yesterday, and the red color was dull.

As if being hollowed out and dried up by the overload of the previous finals, it takes a lot of reluctance to store up a little spiritual power precariously.

In fact, when he just woke up a few days ago, Pei Chu already found that there seemed to be some problems with his body, but he didn't expect it to be so serious.

But he didn't care much about it in his heart, he pressed the bright red lightly, and looked up into the depths of the Big Monster Mountain, his eyes were blank and calm.

The old Taoist shouted loudly from behind: "Come on, boy, it's time to eat!"

Pei Chu quickly recovered his senses, ran over to pick up the small bench, twitched the tip of his nose, and laughed: "How did you cook so many delicious food today!"

"Replenish your body," the old Taoist rolled up his worn cuffs and looked at him with disgust, "You're too thin, eat more!"

Pei Chu smiled and rolled his eyes, without saying a word, he lowered his head obediently and tried his best to eat two more mouthfuls of rice.

...but the spirit is about to die, how can it be replenished by eating.

The author has something to say: Tomorrow night will be listed in the favorites, so I will update it in advance today~ Tomorrow night at [-] o'clock will be even bigger! _(:з」∠)_The comment red envelope of this chapter!

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[Black Heart Lotus Gong X Slutty and free-spirited double-wearing book]

After the demon king Xie Lishen died, he woke up and found that he had transmigrated into a novel about a modern wealthy family that seemed to have no cp, but was actually a stallion.

The male protagonist is He Yu, the only son of a certain boss who is wandering outside. He happens to have the same name and surname as the Son of Heaven who died with him in the previous life.

The "Xie Li" in the book is a vicious villain, who not only dared to grab the protagonists, but also used the name of relatives and friends to take him in, and bullied the young male protagonist all the year round.

The ending is naturally to be killed by the male protagonist, the family property is ruined and died with hatred, he is just like a scum cannon fodder.

After receiving the full text of the message, Xie Li expressed his disdain, and prepared to forget about the plot and waste his life without any worries.

However, the timing of his passing through the book was too unfortunate, "Xie Li" had just brought the hero back home.

The young He Yu looks almost exactly the same as his old enemy in the previous life, but he has no memory of his previous life. He stares blankly at the noble and handsome man in front of him, and shows his affection to him every now and then.

Xie Li narrowed his eyes immediately, feeling bad: Very good, anyway, you delivered it yourself.

However, He Yu, who had lost his memory, was obedient and gracious, and Xie Li took care of him, gradually becoming more and more sincere.

It wasn't until one day that he accidentally discovered that at some point, He Yu had already recovered the memory of the Son of Heaven, and played with his tenderness in the applause.

On the day of the showdown, He Yu took off his disguise, looked up at himself, and said in a cold and sarcastic tone: Master Xie, are you having fun?

Xie Li smiled lazily: Thank you, I'm just generally happy.

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He Yu will always remember the person who killed him in his previous life, and he was full of obsession when he was dying.

God was so lucky that he was allowed to meet Xie Li again.

He was extremely vigilant and was about to preemptively strike, but he saw the famous Mozun in the past calling his name lovingly with a smile on his eyes.

He Yu was amazed and disgusted, so he sneered and played a scene with him, wanting to see the angry and remorseful look of this man at the end of the play.

But he didn't expect that the play was only halfway through, but his heart was moved first.

What was even more unexpected was that before he could make a move, Xie Liren slipped away.

On the contrary, He Yu gritted his teeth and endured a group of protagonists crying "You give me back, brother Xie Li!", frantically looking for people all over the world.