Chiyang Country. With-Dream- . lā

Holy City.

Lingwang Mansion.

In the ashram, the doors and windows were all covered with thick curtains, and on a jade bed lay a young man covered in bandages, which wrapped around his whole body, and his face could barely be seen.

A middle-aged man with a rickety back sat on the edge of the bed, this man was pale as a ghost, thin and lifeless, not like he was alive, but a corpse that could move. His every move seemed so rigid and stiff, as if it had been set in advance, without the slightest change, not like it was real.

He leaned down and removed the bandages wrapped around the man's body little by little, and from the tragic marks on his body, it could be seen what kind of bloody wind and rain the owner of this body had experienced, with thousands of holes and bruises all over his body.

The middle-aged man put his hand on those scars and stroked them inch by inch, although they had not yet healed, but the repair ability of this body was amazing. It was precisely because of this amazing repair power that his life was saved, otherwise he would have died long ago if he fell from such a high snow cliff when he was seriously injured.

The recovery ability of his body is the most powerful example in the memory of a middle-aged man, and the man's heart is rippling at this time, he is a little excited, a little excited, but after thinking about it, he has no place to return, even if this discovery is amazing, it is useless.

He hung his head, sighed, took the thin needle from the disciple standing aside, and quickly pierced it on the man's acupoint on the bed, like flowing water.

After the last stitch fell, the body of the man who was as silent as death on the bed suddenly twitched violently, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and those eyes burst out with terrifying blood, like a mad beast, which was terrifying.

He sat up straight from the bed, like a corpse, and he pounced on the middle-aged man beside the bed like a hungry beast!

Middle-aged men are not in a hurry, not in a hurry, not in a hurry.

At this time, the disciple who had been standing beside the middle-aged man suddenly dragged up from under the bed, a girl who was tied up and gagged with tears, and couldn't cry anymore, and he put the girl into the arms of the man who rushed over with an expressionless face.

The girl's scent made the man in his frenzy suddenly quiet, like a hungry beast that had been hungry for a long time, and the red light in his eyes was even stronger, flashing with terrifying joy, and he rubbed a few times on the girl's soft and delicate skin, and bit the girl's neck violently!

The girl let out a sharp hoarse cry before dying, and then she could no longer make a sound, like a poultry whose neck had been bitten off, and lost its life.

The blood in the girl's body was sucked dry, but it was not enough, and the middle-aged man's disciple picked up another girl and stuffed it into the arms of the man on the bed.

The middle-aged man is watching from the sidelines.

It is a new phenomenon that severe injuries lead to seizures, but instead do not need to suppress the toxicity, but produce bloodthirsty disorders. The middle-aged man himself can't say whether this phenomenon is a success or a failure. From an optimistic point of view, this is a good sign, only the blood bat can suppress the toxicity of the outbreak, but the blood bat already has a master. There is no need for a blood bat, that is, there is no toxicity in his body, or it is not very toxic, which does not impair longevity, and from this point of view, this phenomenon should be good.

So, this is a success, right?

A glint flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

Revenge is finally about to begin!

His blood boiled with excitement.

……

An hour later.

The quiet room was covered with blood, and there was a lot of blood splattered on the walls and floor. The middle-aged man didn't care, as if he had already been numb after seeing too much, he glanced at the man who was lying back on the bed and fell into a coma again, stood up, opened the door, and walked out.

Waiting outside the door, there were four small men with cleaning tools in their hands, and the middle-aged man didn't even give them a look, he bent his back and took his disciple away.

The two servants entered the quiet room first, and the two people who followed behind, one of them looked at the back of the middle-aged man, and whispered to the other:

"That dragon lord is so evil, every time I see him, I feel like I'm being targeted by a ghost, and I'm hairy!"

"Be quiet! You don't want to die! The other person hurriedly scolded in a low voice.

The previous little guy didn't dare to say any more, the two walked into the quiet room with cleaning tools, a room of blood corpses, although it was not the first day to see, but the tragic and bloody picture still made the two people feel disgusted, and they couldn't help but want to vomit, closed their eyes and started cleaning.

……

Seven days later.

Emperor Chiyang came to King Ling's mansion, and there was Princess Hanzhang among the people who accompanied him.

Dou Xuan's face was snow-white, lying on the bed, dying, barely able to open his eyes and look at him.

Seeing this, Emperor Chiyang naturally would not blame him for his rudeness.

Princess Hanzhang stood behind, watching Dou Xuan become like this, her eyes were red, and she kept wiping the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

Emperor Chiyang asked with concern how Dou Xuan's injuries were.

Dou Xuan pulled his lips weakly, out of breath, and said weakly:

"Your Majesty Xie cares, and the ministers will be fine once they are raised."

"It's all like this, and it's okay!" Emperor Chiyang frowned.

Dou Xuan called himself a "minister" in front of him, not a "minister". Emperor Chiyang didn't care if Dou Xuan was his younger brother, he didn't know which tendon was wrong with the first emperor, and he actually recognized a cheap seed, even if this cheap seed was born to Mrs. Peony, he was also a cheap seed. Emperor Chiyang didn't care whether Dou Xuan had royal blood or not, for him, if it was useful, he would keep it, and if he was useless and an eyesore, kill it, it was as simple as that.

Dou Xuan was useful, not only useful, but also humble and deferential, resourceful, and most importantly, loyal to him.

Emperor Chiyang needs a knife externally, but he can't turn it into a knife himself, Dou Xuan is that knife, he plays this role perfectly, and Emperor Chiyang is very satisfied.

Emperor Chiyang took a fancy to Dou Xuan.

"Who is so bold as to dare to assassinate His Royal Highness King Ling of the Chiyang Kingdom!" He said with anger.

"Back to Your Majesty, it happened in the territory of Cangqiu Country, and the minister has no clues, I really don't know who hates the minister so much."

Emperor Chiyang snorted coldly: "Cangqiu Kingdom toasts and doesn't eat and drink, I will give him a good look sooner or later!" ”

Dou Xuan glanced at his face with anger and ambition, and didn't make a sound.

Soon after Emperor Chiyang left, Princess Hanzhang sneaked back, quietly opened the door a crack, got in, sat on the side of Dou Xuan's bed, and called out with rain:

"Brother Seven Emperors!"

Then he said angrily: "Who the hell injured the Seventh Emperor Brother like this, Hanzhang must break him into ten thousand pieces!" ”

As she said this, a red light flashed in her eyes, and she was angry.

Dou Xuan's face flashed with indifference, and then, he slowly stretched out his hand, smiled, and patted Princess Hanzhang's hand with difficulty.

Princess Hanzhang held his hand with her backhand and cried even more.