Chapter 257
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There should be a lot of peace in the demonic territory. Should there be a shortage of Fiendish Cultivators? Should there be some fun? I'll have some fun with you. "
Hearing that, the bottom? His body trembled as he tried to stop his tears. He smiled at the Fiendish Cultivator. "Me? Wrong? Me? Me? I'll listen to you, Elder. Please don't abandon me. "
The Fiendish Cultivator patted his cheek. "Remember what you said. No matter what you do tonight, you're not allowed to beg for mercy." Then, he scooped up the half-disfigured beauty with his fat hand.
Rong Ran nodded and leaned on his shoulder obediently.
In a place where the Fiendish Cultivator could not see, the smile on his face quickly disappeared. His gaze became empty and cold.
Ever since his dantian was destroyed and he was expelled from the sect 30 years ago, all his achievements in the first half of his life? His achievements, even his appearance and cultivation level left him. His life of suffering began from then on. When he was expelled from the sect, he was saved by his father's secret guard and placed in a shabby hut in the suburbs. He was saved by a pill. The secret guard promised him that his father would come to treat his injuries very soon. However, he waited for three days and only received news of his father's death.
He cultivated in Tenzong for decades and made many friends. However, when disaster struck, none of his friends came to his rescue. Even the secret guards who were loyal to his father had disappeared without a trace after Rong Qingjue's death. He was struggling at death's door in the thatched cottage, but he didn't expect that on a stormy night, three abject beggars would come. Moreover, those dirty and ugly beggars would come. They actually dared to do such things to him.
And everything was just the beginning.
Those beggars had enough fun? Then, for money, they sold him to a human trafficker. That human trafficker knew him and knew that he was once a disciple of the Taoist sect. With this reputation, they sold him at a high price to the Fiendish Cultivators in the demonic territory. Those Fiendish Cultivators brought him all the way to the demonic territory. After they got tired of him, they sold him to the Drunken Pleasure House.
He stayed in the Drunken Pleasure House for half a year and was almost half dead. Then, he met Cen Fangzhi, who had pursued him in the past. Now, she had fallen into the demonic sect and had some achievements.
Although Cen Fangzhi's appearance still did not catch his eye, at least she gave him a chance to struggle at death's door.
He could not leave? This support.
… He could not die yet...
He still wanted to take revenge. He wanted to see her.. He wanted to see her.
Rong Ran leaned on the shoulder of the obese Elder Cen. His empty eyes looked into the distance, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
Far away in the dim sky. Below, there was a huge, towering building.
.....
The people of the Demon Area spent ten years to build a palace for their High Lord.
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"Chu Lan, after you meet the High Lord, you must be careful with your words and actions. Without permission, you must not raise your head to look at the High Lord's face," Elder Xue warned.
There was a boy in white standing in front of him.
The boy was very beautiful and looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. His white clothes covered his thin body, which made him look very fragile. His lips were pale, but they were glossy and very attractive. His long and narrow black eyes were a little panicked, but his face was a forced indifference.
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"Straighten your back a little more." Elder Xue said, "Remember, don't laugh casually. ....... to....... The more you can learn, the more likely you'll be able to survive. "
Beside him, Elder Li said, "How can it be completely similar? Which one was rumored to have the appearance of a celestial being? Zi, are you trying to find an idiot in this mortal world? Since I can't hit his shadow, if I send him to His Honor, I won't have to worry about His Honor's anger when the time comes. Burn myself? "
Elder Xue said, "What do you know? Was Chu Lan also a one-in-a-million beauty? It was quite pleasing to the eye. Furthermore, I'm only here to play the zither for Your Honor to relieve your boredom. As long as Chu Lan is capable, how could she possibly incur Your Honor's wrath? "
He looked at the boy's nervous face and secretly said to Elder Li through Secret Voice-sending, "Recently, His Honor's temperament has been unstable. He has already slaughtered several sects of the Demon Region. We can't guarantee that the next one will be our sect. His Honor's attitude towards that person is still unclear. Me? If we send a fake to the Lord, it would be a good thing if he likes it. If not, at least we can give the Lord a chance to vent his anger. Somewhere. "
Elder Li didn't answer, but there was some pity in his eyes as he looked at the boy.
Elder Xue waved his hand, "Go, go quickly. Don't miss the time. "
The boy hugged his zither and walked into the dark and serene Demon Palace with uneasy steps.
The full moon above his head was huge. The cold moonlight fell on his body, making him shiver.
The door of the Demon Palace was open? ..
. A cold wind blew past. The row of Tear Bamboos next to the palace rustled.
Chu Lan hesitated for a while, but still walked in.
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