Always be relatives with Zha Gong [Quick time travel]

50 Soul Devouring Whip, executed by Wen Ci Xianzun himself.

Under the cloak, Lin Heng's clenched fists, nails sink into the nails, deep and painful.

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes were bewildered and helpless, like an abandoned child, not knowing which direction to go.

Yun Heng was only stunned for a moment, his eyes brightened, unable to conceal his excitement.

Looking at Lin Heng, the person in front of him is not as indifferent as before.

It doesn't matter what is indifferent, it's just that the thing I care about the most has not been destroyed.

Yun Heng's heart was more relaxed than ever before.

This play is more interesting than he imagined.

He walked over slowly, knelt down in front of Lin Heng, admiring Lin Heng's expression with great interest.

That's right, that's it.

To despair, to fall into darkness.

"Junior Brother, it seems that in Master's eyes, you don't seem to be that important. After all, you are not as good as the whole sect."

Yun Heng left quickly.

Lin Heng's whole body is curled up in the cloak, it seems that only in this way can he absorb a little warmth.

He buried his head in his knees, covering all his emotions.

He murmured, "Master..."

Not long after, Lin Heng was transferred to the first floor.

The next day.

Lin Heng was taken out of the first floor.

Today's Chengtian sect seems to be very quiet, no one is practicing.

Lin Heng looked up at the sky, and the weather seemed to be exceptionally good. The sun in spring was not too hot, but it fell on his body with warmth.

It's just that the warmth is still too meager after all, and it can't warm Lin Heng's body that has been frozen for a long time.

It can't warm the heart that has been numb from the cold.

The breeze blew by, gently curling a strand of black hair on Lin Heng's forehead.

"Go quickly, don't dawdle." A disciple pushed him impatiently.

Another disciple frowned and stopped him: "Forget it, anyway, he's about to die out of his wits. With 50 Soul Devouring Whip, even Xianzun Wenci himself may not be able to survive."

In their eyes, Lin Heng would definitely die if he left.

So, why bother to make things difficult for Lin Heng when he is about to die.

On the huge round platform in the center of the Chengtian faction, the formation was opened.

Lin Heng's limbs were bound by chains and imprisoned in the formation.

The chain is very sharp, as long as Lin Heng moves, the sharp point will penetrate into his limbs.

Lin Heng's clothes were messy, his bun was messed up and he was in a mess, he tilted his head powerlessly, half of his face was blocked by his black hair.

Around, there were more and more footsteps of people walking, and another person flew past with a sword.

Some people even started to point fingers at him.

Lin Heng still maintained the original posture, his eyes were blackened for a while, and he couldn't pay attention to it, and he didn't want to pay attention to it.

After a long time, someone said loudly:

"Wen Ci Xianzun has arrived."

"The head of the Chengtian sect has arrived."

"The lord of Misty Palace has arrived."

Lin Heng's stiff blood seemed to finally flow freely at this moment, and he moved his body unconsciously.

The next moment, he groaned.

The sharp point of the iron chain pierced into the slenderest and softest part of his limbs without any defense.

pain.

Lin Heng gritted his teeth.

Blood flowed down the place where it was pierced.

Lin Heng didn't dare to move his body anymore, he raised his head with difficulty, forcing his eyes to look forward.

Ahead, between the sky and the earth, there is only a touch of whiteness left.

He came slowly, still spotless, not a human fireworks.

His face was still handsome, but the other emotions that he occasionally saw a while ago were completely absent.

Yes, it is as indifferent as ever.

It seems that everything in the world is like a passing cloud in his eyes, without leaving any traces, and there is no need to pay attention to it.

"Master..." Lin Heng moved his dry and purple lips, his body was weak, and his voice was so low that only he could hear it.

For the person in the high position, the phoenix eyes swept lightly, then lowered, and never landed on him again.

"Lin Heng, a disciple of Chengtian Sect, killed Yang Xuezhi, the young master of Misty Palace, and punished him with 50 Soul Devouring Whips."

A peak leader of Chengtian faction stepped forward respectfully holding an object in both hands.

When the quaint wooden box was opened, a dazzling stream of light overflowed immediately.

The silver streamer filled the whole world, even more dazzling than the warm sun.

The silver whip is suspended in the air, small and exquisite, quite beautiful, but no one dares to underestimate it.

Just because of its name: Soul Eater Whip.

Chengtian faction was silent,

"Wen Ci Xianzun, my master is in a hurry to return to Misty Palace, please execute it quickly." After a while, the Misty Palace Mistress sneered, "If Wen Ci Xianzun is tired and does not want to execute it personally, my palace The Lord can do it for you."

The happy palace lord in red squinted her beautiful eyes, and looked Wen Ci up and down, as if she wanted to see something from his face, but unfortunately, the man's expression was as cold as ever, and he couldn't see anything.

She didn't understand, as a master, why did he punish his disciple himself, so he wouldn't be afraid of chilling that disciple's heart?

However, that was his business and had nothing to do with her.

This result is actually better.

What's the point of punishing people, punishing the heart is the most ruthless.

Not ruthless, how to avenge her only daughter.

Wen Ci raised his phoenix eyes, stretched out his hand, and the silver soul-eating whip seemed to sense it, and it was swept towards him, and soon, Wen Ci held it in his hand.

Injected with spiritual power, the small and exquisite Soul Eater Whip instantly became larger.

Severely, the breath of destruction swept across the entire Chengtian Sect.

The chests of all the disciples felt tight, and some disciples with low cultivation bases had a fishy sweetness in their throats.

The warm sun has faded at some point, and the sky has become gloomy.

"implement."

These two words are like the sign that falls on the execution ground.

The order is signed and the punishment begins.

Lin Heng raised his eyes, but before he could see everything clearly, a silver light came towards him.

A "chi" sound.

The whip fell on the chest.

At that moment, Lin Heng felt that his soul was severed in half by a knife.

Pain into the bone marrow, into the soul.

Sure enough, it was the Soul Eater Whip.

Lin Heng couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

He still looked up stubbornly.

That person stood alone, still independent and aloof like a banished immortal.

Holding a silver Soul Eater whip in his hand, his face was stern.

Not the slightest emotion.

Lin Heng smiled coolly.

The second whip, followed by the third whip.

Then the fourth whip, the fifth whip...

Later, Lin Heng's eyes turned from blurry to pitch black, as if the sky had turned dark in an instant.

The pain of tearing his soul made him conscious again.

In my mind, many pictures flashed quickly.

On the gorgeous stage, a young man with delicate features sat in front of the piano, said with a slight smile, "The last song was written by me three months ago, and it is dedicated to my lover Lin Heng."

The screen turns.

The handsome man buried his head on his neck, and said in a trembling voice: "I thought you left, Lin Heng, don't leave me again."

Another turn.

The corners of his eyes were blush, and the cute and charming boy was held in his arms, and the boy acted coquettishly: "Ah Heng, I, I'm hungry, can I have chicken?"

Another scene appeared before my eyes.

The white-haired old man was lying on the hospital bed. He had already lost the vitality of his youth, and his skin was tender-smooth.

He posted the last sentence on Weibo:

Jing Huai V: I am making trouble, you are laughing, Heng Heng, thank you for pampering me so much in this life, I love you.

In another scene, he and another young man, dressed in suits, walked into the hall side by side, and made a promise of mutual love in front of God.

In the end, it was the little goblin who crawled on the bed, biting his chin, and baring his teeth, ordered: "You can only have me as a little goblin."

During the formation, Lin Heng subconsciously smiled.

Once upon a time, how happy I was.

At this time, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the darkness, dressed in snow, as cold as an exile.

She tilted her head and glanced at him lightly.

It's him.

It's warm words.

Lin Heng suddenly woke up.

He raised his head suddenly, the darkness dissipated, and everything was extremely clear.

In the body, the Demon God Orb has already rushed to the heart.

When the whip fell, Lin Heng's pupils suddenly dilated.

What energy suddenly exploded in the heart.

The Demon God Orb was broken.

Huge energy contains the Three Realms.

People, immortals, demons, flowers and trees, all things.

At this moment, everything is annihilated and vanishes into thin air.

Lin Heng clearly saw that at that moment, the person who had always been indifferent, neither happy nor sad, had a huge panic on his face.

Lin Heng saw the man running towards him and opening his lips to say something.

Lin Heng couldn't hear it, so he could only tell with difficulty that what he said should be "don't".

Lin Heng smiled softly, and before closing his eyes, he murmured in a low voice: "If possible, I don't want to be so tired of loving."

After the words fell, Lin Heng closed his eyes completely.

real world.

"Dididi, strange energy appears in the world."

"Drip-drip-"

The piercing sound resounded throughout the laboratory.

"Dididi, the world is collapsing—"

"boom--"

In the huge black and white laboratory, with a "bang", all the machines smoked and stopped working.

In a white coat, a man in his thirties quickly helped a young man out of the game warehouse.

The young man held his forehead, frowned, and didn't sit down until he took off his heavy game clothes.

"Wen Qingrun, how are you? Does your head hurt?"

"Come on, look at me, do you know who I am?"

"Look at my fingers, how much is this?"

The man in the white coat asked anxiously.

The young man rubbed his temples, raised his head, and his facial features were as gentle as jade, like a good son in a troubled world.

He was born with a pair of peach blossom eyes, always inadvertently carrying the style of mist.

Youth, very nice.

Wen Qingrun frowned, as if remembering something, immediately grabbed Fu Jian's hand: "Help me see if Lin Heng is alright."

"No, is it that serious?"

"hurry up."

Fu Jian pressed a small object on his wrist, and in an instant, an almost transparent screen appeared in the room.

He operated his fingers quickly, and a string of codes jumped rapidly.

Wen Qingrun on the side waited anxiously.

After a long time, Fu Jian wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't worry, he's fine, at most he's a little tired, just rest more."

Wen Qingrun breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Jian pressed his wrist again, and the screen was instantly closed. He sat on the sofa, his slender legs crossed casually, elegant like a nobleman.

He adjusted the glasses beside Fuyin, with a serious face, like a rigid old cadre: "Now, you can tell me what's going on."

Wen Qingrun remembered everything that had happened, frowned, and after a long time, told the story.

After hearing everything, Fu Jian exploded, his temper suddenly became irritable, pointing at Wen Qingrun and scolding: "You say you, how can you do it so well, you are trying to kill people, no wonder my instrument It’s all broken, you say you, just kill yourself, why use my equipment. I’ve been unlucky for eight lifetimes to make a friend like you.”

Wen Qingrun: "..."

half an hour.

Wen Qingrun lowered her peach blossom eyes, with a sad expression on her face: "Okay, it's my fault, but..."

He raised his head, gnashing his teeth a little bit: "But your own ability is not good. Look, let you import my sweet pet quick wear article into it, what are you importing, scumbag?

Forget about scumbags and cheap people, you only introduced one-third of my feelings to me?Lin Heng's personality is still divided by you. If you change the world, you can change your personality. Fu Jian, you are quite capable. "

Fu Jian: "..."

Fu Jian touched it, this time it was his turn to be unable to deal with it, after all what Wen Qingrun said was the truth.

He shrugged a little guiltyly: "You have to know, this technology is immature, and the market is afraid to put it into use. It's not bad that I can make it like this."

Wen Qingrun, 25 years old, is a well-known best-selling fast-traveling author in Huaguo.

Fu Jian, professor of Huaguo Academy of Sciences, research direction: holography.

Half a day ago, Wen Qingrun came to his door and sent him an electronic version of Sweet Pet Quick Transmigration.

I hope it can be imported into the holographic game that Fu Jian is researching, and enter with Lin Heng.

And Lin Heng is Wen Qingrun's fan and the object of Wen Qingrun's crush.

To help this one and only friend.

Fu Jian had someone implant a virus in Lin Heng's intellectual brain, and dragged him into the holographic game carried by Wen Qingrun Kuaichuanwen.

how...

However, this technology is not very stable yet.

Thus, what Wen Qingrun said before appeared, and Fu Jian's accidental operation turned the original sweet pet article into a scumbag article.

What was supposed to be a sweet love affair turned into sadomasochism.

Tsk tsk, no wonder it will collapse in the end.

It is not so much the collapse of the world caused by the shattering of the Demon God Orb, but the fact that Lin Heng was injured too deeply.

Fu Jian poured a glass of water for Wen Qingrun: "Tell me, the Wen Ci Xianzun you turned into is really so ruthless? How can you deal with your precious Lin Heng so well?"

Wen Qing moistened her eyes, her bright red lips lightly touched the water glass, she took a sip of water, and said with a guilty conscience: "I have no memory, and the character design is ruthless and desireless, in fact, Zai Aci's intentional help to him has already started all over again." The seven emotions and six desires have been derived, but it's too late."

The 80 Soul Eater Whip was changed to 50, and the other 30 was received by Wen Ci Xianzun, but it was doubled, 60 Whip.

Before executing Lin Heng's 50 lashes, Wen Ci Xianzun had already received 60 lashes, but no one knew about it except the Misty Palace's master and head.

Lin Heng has a body protected by a demon bead, 50 lashes will hurt the soul, but he will not die, but the protector of the demon bead will definitely expose Lin Heng's identity as the son of the demon god.

Every whip of Wenci Xianzun actually hides his cultivation base, in order to hide the demon orb in Lin Heng's body, and every whip needs to abolish 10 years of cultivation base.

However, unexpectedly, Lin Heng's consciousness would affect the Demon God Orb.

The Demon God Orb shattered, and except for Wen Ci, everyone and creatures, including Lin Heng, disappeared in smoke, just like a sudden big explosion, except for Wen Ci, all living beings were destroyed.

"What happened afterwards?" Fu Jian adjusted his glasses.

"Later..." Wen Qingrun held the water glass with his slender fingers, and sighed, "Later, I accidentally discovered the bright red wedding dress and the two words hidden on the cuff, and finally confirmed that the savior was Lin Heng." .”

"At that moment, Immortal Wen Ci completely developed new emotions and six desires, and also learned of the existence of A Ci. Afterwards, A Ci disappeared and disappeared."

Wen Ci Xianzun has new seven emotions and six desires, and the original seven emotions and six desires are destined to dissipate.

"A Ci was not sad. He said he was very happy. He said that he knew that it was not him who was the loneliest and pitiful all this time. I am very happy that Wen Ci finally has the emotions and desires and has become a human being."

"It's just that he is also sad because Lin Heng has also disappeared. He said that he, a little fairy, should go with Lin Heng, otherwise, Lin Heng would be too lonely."

"And then?" Fu Jian asked.

"Then, Wen Ci committed suicide. The world completely collapsed."

Fu Jian glared at him and raised his forehead. Having such a friend is really...

He looked at his expensive instrument with distress.

"What are you going to do next? Don't you want to enter the holographic game again?"

Wen Qingrun nodded.

Fu Jian gritted his teeth, feeling an urge to get rid of his only friend.

"After I fix the instrument, and this time I still can only enter the bound book, but I should be able to repair the previous emotional and personality accidents. It can help you put all your emotions into it, and you can also put it into it." Lin Heng has all of his personalities, but yours will be severely split in each world."

Wen Qingrun frowned: "Why is it serious?"

Fu Jian: "It may be more extreme, it may have a better personality, or it may be abnormal, and it may even become mentally retarded."

Wen Qingrun gritted her teeth: "Fu Jian, you are taking revenge on me, aren't you?"

Fu Jian called out his grievances: "Am I that kind of person?"

Wen Qingrun: "You are!"

Fu Jian: "..."

"Then can you get in?"

Wen Qingrun stared at him for a few seconds, with firm eyes: "Come in."

an apartment.

The man who fell asleep at his desk opened his eyes.

The man has handsome features, sword eyebrows and star eyes, but his temperament is soft.

Lin Heng stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows.

In front of my eyes is the brain screen flickering.

On the screen, a book was displayed: "Scumbags are True Love".

Lin Heng glanced at the time with his eyes, and his eyes fell on the title of the book again.

After a long time, he exploded and stood up abruptly.

"Fucking shit, true love, fuck you."

It took a long time for Lin Heng to recover.

He came back from this world of bad books, and everything was like a dream.

Close your eyes, the voices and smiles of those people are in front of your mind.

I don't know if I will enter again in the future.

There are many worlds behind this bloody book.

He recalled the scene before his death.

Thinking back, Wen Ci...

I don't know what happened afterwards.

Will he be sad when he dies?

Probably not, he could be cruel enough to give himself the Soul Devouring Whip.

Lin Heng wiped his face, only to realize that he was crying.

No prospects.

Lin Heng kicked the corner of the table.

His eyes fell on the book again.

The six worlds you enter, there are joys and sorrows, joys, and tears.

But, if you go in again...

If he enters again, he doesn't want to run after that person anymore, he is tired, so let everything take its course.

"Ah Heng, are you going to attend Mr. Wen Run's book signing meeting tomorrow?" Sister Lin Heng's voice came from outside.

"Yes." Lin Heng recalled his thoughts and responded.

"Remember to help me also want a copy."

"it is good."