At that time, the demon hadn't grown up yet.

Yan Jinlan sat down by the bed, slowly took out a small blue medicine bottle from his sleeve, and shook it maliciously in front of him. The posture made Qiao Zhen feel cold all over, and the medicine on his arm Goosebumps on my skin.

"What is this?"

The things that were taken out from the Demon Palace were not very good after all. The Demon Palace was adjacent to the Poison King Valley, and there were countless kinds of poisons. In addition, the former Demon Lord, Yan Tiancheng, was also a person who liked to play with poison.

Yan Jinlan heard the trembling in his tone, and laughed softly: "This is a new poison I developed. I heard from those who tested the poison that taking one pill of this medicine can make people feel that their intestines are piercing. pain, but those who are poisoned will not die because of it.”

Qiao Zhen imagined the feeling for a moment, and trembled all over.

Yan Jinlan admired his expression, as if he was admiring a dying prey, and his eyes were filled with interest.

"I forgot to say, I didn't test the poison with our disciples from the Demon Palace, but with people from your Wulin League. After knowing this, do you want to kill me?"

After hearing these words, Qiao Zhen calmed down instead. He stared at the golden mask on Yan Jinlan's face, as if he wanted to observe the expression on Yan Jinlan's face through the thick mask.

After a long time, he suddenly laughed: "Yan Jinlan, you keep saying that you want to avenge Ah Zheng, but do you know what is going on in Ah Zheng's heart? You are obsessed with hatred and refuse to let go, even killing innocent people indiscriminately. Using the disciples of the Martial Arts League to test the poison, don't you think Ah Zheng will not be at peace under the Nine Springs?"

Once he got excited, he didn't care if it would anger Yan Jinlan, and he said everything in his heart.

Yan Jinlan suddenly clenched the medicine bottle in his hand. Although he couldn't see the expression on his face under the mask, Qiao Zhen could feel that Yan Jinlan must be very angry at the moment.

He boldly continued: "Yan Jinlan, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, you must not make mistakes again and again. From now on, if you change your ways and turn to the right, people under the nine springs will definitely be happy for you."

Yan Jinlan looked at him sharply: "What's the use of being happy, can he come back to life? I'm already in the sea of ​​suffering, but I can't see him. If he could give me a hand, I wouldn't be where I am now look."

As he spoke, a layer of mist suddenly appeared in the eyes of the young man, looking extremely sad.

Qiao Zhen looked distressed, but at the same time, she felt distressed and panicked. If it was someone else, he would have already slapped him with a big slap. At this time, Yan Jinlan even accused him of not being by his side to hold him for a while. Well, before, he had been whispering in Yan Jinlan's ear all day long, teaching him not to kill people, but to do good deeds every day, which can be described as earnest, but now, Yan Jinlan said that he was not by his side, this is simply a little white-eyed wolf.

It took a while before Qiao Zhen could barely suppress the restlessness in his heart.

"Yan Jinlan, when he was teaching you, what were you thinking in your heart? Now you're blaming him instead. I really don't feel worthy for him."

Yan Jinlan suddenly raised her voice: "What right do you have to feel worthless for him? Let me tell you, it's your fate that you fall into my Yan Jinlan's hands? Ah Zheng can't come back, and I can't fall into this boundless purgatory." If I can’t get out, then, you will stay with me, and we will suffer together.”

The Yan Jinlan at this moment looked really scary. Only then did Qiao Zhen realize that the Yan Jinlan in front of him before was completely disguised by him. How could a wolf be taught by him to be a docile sheep? It was so naive.

Yan Jinlan opened the medicine bottle, poured out a black pill from it, and sent it to his mouth.

Qiao Zhen's eyes widened suddenly, Yan Jinlan was playing it real, he thought this person was just scaring him.

"Stop!" he yelled.

Yan Jinlan's movements stopped as expected, "Don't worry, this pill won't put your life in any danger. How could I be willing to let you die like this? I still want you to accompany me to suffer together."

"Yan Jinlan, let me say it again, I didn't kill Ah Zheng at all, he committed suicide. You can't put these pains on me."

Unexpectedly, Yan Jinlan smiled and shook his head, the mouth under the mask curved into a cold arc.

"You are wrong. Ah Zheng is dead now. It doesn't matter if you killed him or not. Since I have captured you, I won't let you go easily. After all, you are also a disciple of the Wulin League."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Zhen shook her head quickly: "No, I'm not a disciple of the Wulin League, I never joined the Wulin League at all."

He had joined the Wulin League before, but Feng Wuhen couldn't tolerate him, so he kicked him out. Later, he was slandered by Xi Ting, and now he can't be regarded as a disciple of the Wulin League.

Yan Jinlan held his head up and laughed loudly: "I thought you had a lot of backbone, but I didn't expect you to be so greedy for life and afraid of death."

Qiao Zhen was not angry at all when she was ridiculed by Yan Jinlan. His creed in life was that it is better to live than to die. If he can live, why should he die.

However, apart from getting Yan Jinlan's contemptuous eyes with his attitude, he didn't gain any vitality.

Yan Jinlan pinched his cheeks, and with a strong force, the pill rolled down his throat. He only felt that his throat and esophagus had been burned, and even his speech was changed. It's a little tough.

"Yan, Jinlan, you really want to chill Ah Zheng by doing this. He won't forgive you, he won't forgive you...ah—"

He clutched his stomach and was about to curl up all over. The severe pain made his face turn pale.

"Yan, Yan Jinlan, come back and be right..."

Yan Jinlan's voice was extremely cold: "I can't turn back."

He sat down next to the bed again, and slowly slid his fingers across his cheeks: "Look, his face is wrinkled in pain, even if Ah Zheng wasn't killed by you, so what, since you bumped into him, You should save him instead of watching a life die in front of your eyes."

At this moment, Qiao Zhen was in so much pain that he couldn't even breathe. If it weren't for the chains on his hands and feet, he would have shrunk into a ball right now.

He couldn't bear the pain, a little pain seemed to kill him.

"Azheng...Azheng is not...dead..."

Before he could finish a sentence, he fainted from the pain.

Yan Jinlan's eyes widened suddenly, "What did you say?"

"What were you talking about just now? Ah Zheng is not dead? Wake up!"