After successfully driving the system crazy, Ye Chuijin was honest for a few days, and broadcast it live every day when he was fine.

Zunshang is frantically tipping every day, but it is still useless.

His "fostered" little lover deleted his friend and blocked his phone, as long as he left to find her, he would never miss it.

As a cultivator at the level of a big guy who can split the heavens and the earth, it would be too simple for her to hide from an ordinary person.

A week flies by in a flash, but for Zun Shang, the days are like years.

No matter where he is, as long as he closes his eyes and falls asleep, he will dream of being abused by the person named Yan Bupo.

In every scene, Yan Bupo would ask him softly: "Do you remember?" ”

What comes to mind......

Zunshang didn't know what he wanted.

In this week, he couldn't sleep at night, even during the day, as long as he fell asleep, he would dream of Yan Bupo.

When he woke up from the nightmare, he didn't have a single wound on his body, but the pain seemed to go deep into the bone marrow, and he felt pain when he moved his body.

Zun Shang quickly lost weight, his originally handsome face became gloomy, his eyes were bloodshot, and his temper became irritable.

Even Zunyu didn't dare to approach him, for fear that he would suddenly burst out and hurt people.

This week, there was also a lot of discussion in the company.

Severe sleep deprivation made the originally enterprising president irritable, and all kinds of loopholes began to appear in decision-making.

Just when life was in a mess, on a weekend night, Zunshang was lying in bed, although he knew that he couldn't sleep, he still couldn't stop being sleepy and closed his eyes.

The wind was blowing a little stronger today, and when the wind died down, there was a real person standing beside his bed.

The man's hair was as white as snow, and the clothes he was wearing were as windless as a boundless sea of clouds.

Unlike usual, this time Yan Bupo didn't take out the strange dagger.

He leaned down and looked seriously at the man lying on the bed.

Although his soul had been scattered since the death of his Ze brother three thousand years ago, he had never stopped searching for the soul fragments scattered between heaven and earth.

Over the years, all the other fragments had been collected, but there was only this one left, and he had searched for so many years, even if he had been reincarnated so many times, but he had failed in every life.

For three thousand years, this piece of fragment is in this person's heart, Yan Bupo has killed so many people, but this piece can't be obtained.

He let out a long sigh and reached out to cover his heart.

The person under his hand is still warm, but Yan Bupo knows that soon this warmth will disappear.

Back then, Zhiyan's soul was scattered, and many of them were scattered on other people's bodies, fused with other souls.

If it is naturally impossible for others to recover Zhiyan's soul, it is not broken.

He has been a crooked man from the beginning, and what is difficult for others to imagine is not so difficult for him to do.

If you want to take out these souls that originally belonged to Zhiyan from other souls, you have to make that person feel painful, and then strip the soul alive when he is not dead, and cut off the piece that belongs to Zhiyan.

After so many years, he has an unknown number of people's blood on his hands, and finally, he is just a piece away.

But life after life passed, but this small piece was never obtained.