Rebirth of Yi Nanhuai

The author has something to say: first take up a place for Fanwai, and Chapter 145 will be today's content.

I didn’t finish the extra episode, so I wrote it later, because I think the text is too long, and it’s not appropriate to put all the extra episode at the end.

Episode [-], The Death of Sansang

There is a tree in this yard. It is so big that it covers half of the sky in the yard, making the already narrow yard even more cramped.

This courtyard is too small, it is hard to imagine that Linyuan, the majestic Demon Realm, has such a small residence. It seems that in order to humiliate themselves, the people of Linyuan Palace have taken great pains.

Shen Sang sneered, bitterness was suppressed in her lavender eyes, a bitterness that she herself refused to admit.

However, this is actually what Shen Sang thought. No one in Linyuan wanted to humiliate her specifically, and no one even gave her a second look.The reason why this courtyard is not grand enough is because the remaining land area is too small when it is built to this place, and the devices inside the courtyard are all exquisite and precious, because Linyuan Palace is very powerful and there are no broken places , It's also because even if she is a prisoner, as the former saint of heaven, Linyuan does not hesitate to show her basic respect.

Fortunately, Shen Sang soon realized this.

No one came, no one came, and none of the scenes that San Sang expected appeared.

There was neither a dedicated person to torture her, torture her, nor a villain to bully others, to watch the once high-ranking saint become a prisoner to satisfy her ridiculous psychology.

Nothing at all!

This yard is too quiet, except for the rustling of the leaves by the wind during the day, the only sound is the chirping of insects at night. At night, Sansang would rather close his eyes and meditate than go out into the yard, so he listened inside the house, separated by a wall. , the sound of the insects was weakened, but it seemed to be quieter.

Linyuan has never been short of food and supplies for sang sang, and she even delivers food on time every day. Her cultivation base is already high, and there is no problem with eating wind and drinking dew. Usually, these things are used more for warming and nourishing the saint. Lin Yuan would specially give her such dispensable things, as if to show off something to herself.

San Sang sneered disdainfully.

She always looks at the people who bring things in with a sneer, but these people never look sideways. After a long time, it seems a bit silly to always do this, and even love themselves...

So Sam Sang began to ignore everything.

She refused to speak, and Lin Yuan didn't kill her, so naturally he wanted to get something from her, however, she was sang, and she would never join the demon cultivator!

Means are just means. When Shen Sang gradually felt empty, she sat under the big tree in the yard, and while she believed so firmly, she explained arrogantly to herself.

Loneliness can make people suffocate, Shen Sang finally couldn't hold on any longer, she was eager to know the situation outside, and what Lin Yuan would do with her.

She would rather be beheaded by Linyuan Palace directly than waste time in this small courtyard.

This courtyard is decorated with many magic circles, and also engraved with Dao Dao runes. In it, she can't protrude out of her consciousness, and she can't make attacks. In fact, this is a cage where she doesn't need to wear shackles.

She began to feel irritable.

Anyway, she admitted that Linyuan's method was successful, and she said to Linyuan's handyman who came into the yard every day to deliver things: Tell your master, the deity is willing to talk.

But the handyman seemed deaf and blind, he ignored her at all, put down his things and left.

Being ignored, Shen Sang was very angry, and even blushed a little, so she pursed her lips again and stopped talking.

However, she didn't last long. The second time she communicated with the handyman, she still didn't get a response.

she spoke for the third time