How could the execution ground set up by the Supernatural Supervision Department be provoked by a small cultivator in the Jindan period? Not to mention the big guys sitting on the torture platform, just talking about the guards around them, they are not something that Youyou can deal with.

At the moment when Youyou jumped into the execution ground, the guards of the execution ground activated their formation and shrouded Youyou. You didn't even make a struggling movement, and was subdued.

How heavy is the crime of robbing the execution ground? There have been different interpretations in all dynasties. As for this dynasty, it is the same crime as the robbed, and the execution will be carried out at the same time!

Master deserves it, and he has a will to die, I can't save him, and I can't save him. But it's secluded......

I looked at Youyou's helpless figure in the execution ground, and my heart tightened. At that moment, I remembered a lot.

The helplessness when she cleaned up the mess, the life of her childhood sweetheart on Huashan, and the faint feelings that she loved in her heart......

The last thing that came to my mind was the weak but still gentle voice of the master in the broken temple.

"It's up to you to protect her from now on!"

......

I don't even know what I'm going to do next. I had only one thought in my head, save her, save her, save her!

By the time I came to my senses, I had been restrained by a middle-aged man who had been sitting on the execution table.

And around me, there was a circle of people.

"Bloody Body ......"

The middle-aged man whispered like a mosquito and a fly, and a hint of surprise flashed on his face, which had been calm as water. I still wanted to struggle, but the middle-aged man became impatient, and the palm that controlled me suddenly burst out with powerful spiritual power.

I just lost consciousness......

When I woke up, I found myself being banned, tied up and thrown on the ground, while the middle-aged man who had subdued me was sitting in front of me with a smile.

He gave me two choices, one was to be executed with Master and Youyou, and the other was to submit to Him and be his eagle dog and serve him. In return, he could be the master of pardoning the capital sin, but he would throw her into a spiritual prison and never let her go. As for the master, he committed the wrath of the people and touched the bottom line of absolute inexcusability, even with the prestige and power of a middle-aged man, he could not be pardoned for his capital crime. What's more, he didn't want to pardon the master either.

Because he was betrayed by his master and almost killed by the "Ren Jian Zhenyin Yang"!

In fact, by the time I passed out, Master had already been executed. Those veterans who come back alive from the battlefield do not pay much attention to forgiveness, and for traitorous thieves, "revenge does not stay overnight" is their way of acting.

I didn't expect that one day I would meet such a high-ranking person, and my fate was in his hands. Although I didn't know what a weak cultivator like me wanted.

Life and death multiple-choice questions that can be easily answered without much thinking.

I don't want to die, and I don't want to let Yu Yu die!

So the answer I can give, of course, is only "two"!

I didn't quite understand why I was valued by this big man at first, but when I was subdued by him, the "mad blood body" that popped out of his mouth was probably the reason. Later, when I began to wield some power, I investigated some cultivator materials, and among them was a record of the "Mad Blood Body".

The mad blood body is to use extreme anger as an opportunity to burn its own lifespan in order to reach the limit of the theoretical human body. Therefore, every "mad blood body" can be said to be a martial arts master, even if he embarks on the road of cultivation, he can also travel thousands of miles in a day. However, what a cultivator cultivates is an immortal, and the "mad blood body" is a life-burning physique that is tantamount to a poisonous snake and beast for a cultivator, no matter how strong the strength is, if you don't live long, what's the use!

I don't really care about that, though. This life was originally picked up, and if it can be exchanged for peace and quiet, even if I die, it will be as good as food.

Since then, I have become one of the most loyal dogs under Renjian, eradicating dissidents, cultivating power, and doing all kinds of filthy and filthy things for him. He is my master, the Most High Lord, and his word is my highest standard!

This is the way of the world, the weak are powerless to resist, the strong do whatever they want, and ordinary people who don't want to be weak but don't have the ability to become strong have to crawl at the feet of the strong and drift with the flow.

Master fought, but he failed and ended his life in a disgraced way. I didn't want to be a second master, so I had to compromise.

Even if I commit to the devil, I will let me let you live!

My heart is so strong, I am willing to give everything I have for her. But I lost her forever.

Everything I do, it's for the sake of seclusion. But she couldn't forgive me, she thought I had betrayed her and Master. Invested in the command of Renjian, it is just for glory and wealth!

She began to become resentful, frivolous, scantily dressed, and her attitude towards me became worse and worse. I know it's her revenge on me. She has lost everything, and the only one who can take revenge on me as a weapon is to belittle herself.

I can understand all of this. A young girl will have to spend the rest of her life in the ghost place of the spirit prison, and of course she will become full of resentment. She has no other person to be angry with but me.

To make her happy, I started the trick I used to make her laugh when I was a kid - play the clown. It was a little secret between me and her, and every time she lost her temper, I would pretend to be a clown to make her happy, and she would be amused by me every time. I even gave birth to "Jimmy the Clown", a character I made up for myself.

I thought it was just a trick for me to make you happy. But I didn't expect that I would be dressed up like this until now.

It's not for the sake of seclusion, it's for myself. This mask can't bring her happiness, but it can make me feel a long-lost peace in my heart. In such a false escape, I became addicted.

I began to abandon the name "Lin Ping Road" and call myself "Jimmy the Clown". Over the years, I've been wearing the mask of "Jimmy the Clown" and have gradually forgotten who I am.

The funny, turtle-shell-like mask became the only haven for my soul. It's ridiculous! It's ridiculous......

I didn't want to stay in that hellish place forever, so when I knew that Lord was planning to hold a ring tournament so that the prisoners in the hell would get a chance to get out, I didn't hesitate to insert Yuyu's name into it.

When I saw Youyou again, she was still wearing her revealing clothes, deliberately flirting with others to anger me. I know she hates me, and that's her revenge. But it doesn't matter. I'm content as long as she lives well. In order to make sure that the match went smoothly, I even forced her to follow the rules set by the Lord.

I thought I was doing it for her good. But I was wrong again!

You're dead!

Right in front of me, she's dead!

Extreme anger triggered my "mad blood body", and the blood in my body began to boil.

She's dead!

She's dead!

She's dead!

She's dead, what's the point of me living?

I finally stopped being a shrunken turtle and remembered my name.

"Huashan faction, Lin Pinglu, please teach you how to do it!"