"Not bad. This is that...... What she gave me that day. After waiting for so many years, she never showed up. Now that you are a weak crown, it is time to pass it on to you. ”

Wen Liangyu is a half-demon body, with an excellent sense of smell, and immediately smells the light aroma on this hairpin, which is subtle and lofty. "My mother...... Is it a fox demon? Is this hairpin engraved with her real body?"

Arsene Wenger mused, "Maybe. I've never seen her in person, and I've been searching around for years, but I can't find any clues. I've seen your face, too, and the fox on this hairpin is really like it, probably ...... She's a fox demon. ”

Wen Liangyu smiled bitterly in his heart. I have this virtue, according to the cute fox on this hairpin, the difference is more than 108,000 miles. If my mother looks like this, where does my father dare to get close to her, and where can he still give birth to himself?

When he pinched the hairpin in his hand, he couldn't help but hold it tightly and refused to let go. Wenger glanced at him a few times and hesitated: "Yu'er, you have been locked up in the small courtyard for so many years, will you hate me?"

Wen Liangyu was shocked and said: "Where did Dad say that? Yu'er's life was given and preserved by Daddy, and it was too late to be grateful, how can I talk about the word 'hate'?"

"Good, good. Lord Wen put down a big stone in his heart, patted his son on the shoulder and said, "You are a good boy, but I am not a good father." Alas, I am ashamed of you. With that, Wen Liangyu respectfully sent himself to the gate of the small courtyard and walked away slowly.

Wen Liangyu looked at his father's still upright background, chewing on his words, and had mixed feelings in his heart.

At this time, Ning Xiaoxian was planning to meet Liu Manzi, who was imprisoned. After all, this is the first human fellow who has been imprisoned in the Divine Demon Prison by her own hands.

"Uh, mistress, are you sure you want to see him?" said Poor Qi cautiously.

She noticed that although Changtian, who was reading a book, did not squint, the muscles on his chin tightened slightly. Apparently a little concerned. Hehe, many of Changtian's knee-jerk reactions have already been figured out by her, such as his body language now, which shows that he doesn't want her to visit Liu Manzi. Why?

She glanced at the Dan furnace: "What, I can't go?" No wonder everyone wants to be a noble lord, this feels so good!

"Yes, yes!" Qi Qi snorted, "This god and demon prison is all yours, how can there be a place where you can't go." It's just that you'd better be mentally prepared for his current state...... Not so good. ”

Not so good?

So she made a mental preparation for the other party to look "not very good". But when he logged into the fourth floor of the God and Demon Prison to watch, Ning Xiaoxian frowned. In front of him, Liu Manzi was lying quietly in the cell, his eyes were closed, his expression was peaceful, and the clothes on his body were neat and undamaged, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly. People who have been tortured. Isn't it that he has sat on a tiger chair and drunk chili water, plus his hair is scattered, his nose is blue and his face is swollen, and his face is covered with blood. Do your clothes have to be torn to shreds and stained with a little blood? Why is it so different from what she expected?

"What does this look like being tortured?" she said bluntly.

Qi Qi sighed and said, "If he is punished, he will be willing." The hostess, the monk, is different from ordinary people, as long as she keeps her mind, she can not care about physical torture. The torture inflicted on his skin could only hurt his limbs. ”

She thought about it and understood. In her own world. Some agents are trained to be "out of the wild" during torture, avoiding the wails of painful nerves. And here, the monks are born with this ability. The welfare of cultivating immortals is really against the sky.

"So, what's wrong with him?"

"There!"

Following Qiqi's instructions, she looked at the wall lamp on the wall of the cell, and then noticed that the lamp was unusual. The lamp is only the size of a palm, emitting a soft glow of white light, but there is often a flash of black gas. It is made of hexagonal glaze, the carving is meticulous, crystal clear, there is a very beautiful twined branch pattern on the lamp body, it is worth a lot of money at a glance, and it can be sold for thousands of taels of silver when taken outside. But it's strange that the best place for this kind of treasure to stay is not a prison cell, but a collector's secret room.

In addition, the little bean-sized flame in the lamp is very familiar. She looked at it carefully, and the pure black flame burned silently, emitting a strange light, and as she approached, the flame writhed as if it had come to life, as if it recognized her and welcomed her. Isn't this the Heavenly Divine Fire, and it's the most terrifying soul-burning fire among the many flames.

She finally turned her gaze to the orb that was roasted on top of the fire. This bead is about the size of a tennis ball, and the whole body is sealed and integrated, and I don't know what material it is made of, and it is smoked by the divine fire like this, and it neither bursts nor blackens, so that people can see what is inside at a glance.

The thing in this is also very simple, it is a wisp of white mist, like smoke, like fog, like clouds, the shape is uncertain, and the illusion is free. If ordinary people see such a supernatural thing, they may come closer to see it. But Ning Xiaoxian immediately took two steps back.

Strictly speaking, Liu Manzi condensed by this white mist was only above the shoulder, but it was almost exactly the same as a real person, and almost every one of his signature three locks of whiskers could be counted.

She knew it in her heart, but she still couldn't help asking: "Is this Liu Manzi's soul?"

In her eyes, Liu Manzi's soul was churning and rolling in the ball, constantly gathering on the ball wall, and constantly dissipating into a wisp of white mist. Each time the face reflected on the ball wall was extremely hideous, the eyes were almost split, the mouth was silently open as if roaring, and every muscle on the face twitched, obviously enduring inhuman pain. Liu Manzi seemed to have lost her mind, and had no other expression than to hit the wall of the ball again and again in vain, or to hit desperately with her blurred palms, and she didn't even notice that she was standing so close.

His pained expression was so realistic that she could empathize with him, and his hands broke out in a cold sweat.

"Not bad. Qi Qi sneered at Liu Manzi's soul, "After this fool was caught in the Gods and Demons Prison, his eyes rolled wildly, and it seems that he was planning to make up some lies to deceive. Huh, frog at the bottom of the well. With his knowledge, how could he know that Lord Changtian never needed to interrogate prisoners!"

"Where are we talking nonsense with him, and directly pull out his soul. People have two skins, each with its own reason, and can always pull away the lies in the world. However, the gods never lie! 1510, the bamboo tube poured beans like a full move. ”

The tiger on the Dan furnace looked at Liu Manzi's soul hatefully, as if it was itself that was injured: "Lord Changtian said that he injured your soul, so he should treat his body in the way of others." This kind of low-heat slow roasting is the most delicious. When the world describes the torture of hell as 'going into the oil pot', it can only be said that human beings really have no imagination. The pain of refining the soul of this divine fire is ten thousand times more painful than going into the oil pot, and it is ten thousand times more difficult!"

Among them, the Soul Burning Fire specializes in the Divine Soul, and in ancient times, none of the gods and demons in the sky could withstand the refining and roasting of the Divine Fire of the Great Heaven. He is a mere foundation building period monk, hehe, he can enjoy the divine fire, that is to lift him!"

Ning Xiaoxian only felt that this stove's kung fu had entered a new world. "The little lamp on this wall is also a torture instrument in the prison?" she almost saw the purpose of this thing, and sure enough, it was a beautiful thing, but the real face was not necessarily beautiful.

"Yes, this set of torture instruments has a terrifying effect, and its body is small, and it has a good name called 'the most carefree', and the glass treasure lamp at the bottom can nourish the soul, so that it will not be weakened too much during the torture, so that the warden can continue to clean up these souls. This bead is called the soul sealing ball, and the soul is sealed inside, and even the sound can't escape, otherwise the ghosts in this prison will cry wolf howls all day long, what does it look like? Those gods and demons can stay up for decades before their souls are scattered, this Liu Manzite is useless, every time he refines, his soul will be directly refined, but there is nowhere to run in this soul sealing ball, and he will regather and endure the torture of divine fire soul refining again. The length of this torture was entirely up to the pleasure of the warden, and if he was really angry, it was to go on and on and on. Many gods and demons in ancient times changed color when they heard the name of 'the most free'. ”

In this soul bead, Eternal Life and Eternity are tormented by divine fire that is even more terrible than karmic fire! Ning Xiaoxian stretched out his hand and grabbed the railing, his face couldn't help but turn pale.

"Long days. She muttered for a long time, "Let his soul go." This man is despicable, but he has not committed a heinous crime......"

He didn't say anything, but the Xuanming Divine Fire in "The Most Free" suddenly disappeared, and the magic ball burst like a punctured soap bubble. Liu Manzi's soul was like being amnestied, and he shook it twice and drilled into his body. In the next breath, he opened his eyes and saw that Ning Xiaoxian was trembling in shock, but he was just kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, unable to speak, with a terrified and frightened look on his face.

"Come down, there's nothing to see. Chang Tian then spoke. The two upstairs glanced at each other and obediently came down.

He knew her too well, just by looking at the look on her face, he knew that this little girl was scared. He glanced at her, "Afraid of me?"

Ning Xiaoxian shook his head vigorously. He would never treat her like this, what is she afraid of? It's just that Changtian has always been very gentle with her, even if she beats her ass twice in anger, the force is extremely light, otherwise with her small body, people will crush it in one hand. As the days passed, she had almost forgotten that this handsome man fundamentally possessed all the qualities of an ancient troll: violent, strong, terrifying, and free to do as he pleased. He was also once among the gods, looking at the world coldly and ignoring human life.

The veins of civilized society do not apply here. In this world, the euphemistic mask is torn off between the strong and the weak, the strong dominate a qiē, and the weak are slaughtered by others, which is truly natural selection and survival of the fittest. Just look at Changtian's treatment of Liu Manzi, just because he was annoyed that he hurt Ning Xiaoxian's soul, that is, if you want to kill, you want to kill, if you want him to suffer, then Liu Manzi will be worse than dead. (To be continued......)