Ji Danhuang was woken up by a bucket of ice water.

As soon as he regained consciousness, the first thing he felt was an explosive headache, so painful that he wanted to punch the skull a few times. It's a pity that his hands have been tied, hanging high above his head, hanging in the air under his feet, and he is exhausted, so it is difficult to move.

"Little Wang Badan, are you awake?"

The strange voice of yin and yang was close at hand, it was Huang Menglin. Ji Danhuang rolled his eyes and opened his eyes, it was dark in front of him, and he could only vaguely see the silhouette of a human figure, crooked in the chair, as if looking at him with a mocking gaze.

Ji Danhuang moved his lips and sucked the ice water on the corner of his lips into his mouth, slightly relieving his burning throat. Immediately, he tried to shake his vocal cords, but only let out a short, hoarse groan, more like a ghost's sigh.

Sore throat......

Huang Menglin sneered: "Little Wang Badan, are you already unable to speak? It doesn't matter, it's better if you don't speak, anyway, you don't need to speak." ”

Ji Danhuang tugged at the corners of his mouth, the headache made his thinking a little sticky, and he didn't come to his senses for a long time. After thinking quietly for a moment, he remembered what had happened before.

His dragon scale ring was lost by Huang Menglin, and then he was knocked unconscious, and then he woke up and came here. In the meantime, he didn't know how long it was, and he didn't have an impression of how he got here. As for what kind of place it is...... He didn't know it anymore.

In this place, there is no aura, no demonic energy, just the simplest air. I don't know if this is such a kind of existence, or if someone deliberately blocked all sources of power.

There is no source of strength. He would not be able to regain his strength, and he would not be able to do any struggle.

Huang Menglin looked at Ji Danhuang, who was like a dead man and couldn't move, giggling like a fat hen laying eggs, and his voice made people feel cold, and goosebumps fell to the ground. He tilted his head slightly. He said something behind him, as if he was telling his subordinates to do something.

Ji Danhuang raised his eyes slightly and looked behind Huang Menglin, but he didn't see anything, not even a ghost. I really don't know who he's talking to.

Huang Menglin saw Ji Danhuang's searching gaze. Giggling and explaining, "I'm telling someone to prepare some food for you." Anyway, you're also a guest invited by others, so you can't go hungry. ”

The corners of Ji Danhuang's mouth twitched violently. Guest: Will someone tie up a guest and hang him up?

Taking a deep breath, Ji Danhuang moistened his throat with saliva, and said in a low voice: "Huang Menglin, are you a BT? But Lao Tzu is not shaking!" The voice sounded like flesh and skin were torn, and even he felt that it was so bad to hear.

How many days has he not drunk water, how can his voice become this virtue!

Huang Menglin said: "No way, if I let you go, what if you don't say goodbye! Don't worry, I still need to confirm some things, as long as you meet the requirements, I will arrange an upper room for you immediately." Calm down. Calm down. ”

Ji Danhuang closed his eyes, he really didn't bother to pay attention to this dead BT. It's a waste of saliva to talk nonsense with such a person!

Think of the dragon scale ring that was lost. Ji Danhuang felt a burst of despair. Without the dragon scale ring, how can Master find him!

Alas, it seems that this time, it will be up to him to try his best to escape.

But...... With his kind of pit cultivator who is less than half a bottle and swaying, can he escape? Don't just run half and be caught back. Hit half dead!

Ji Danhuang was so sad that he was going to die, and he only felt that he was living a good life. It is too apt to describe yourself with "what to do, what to eat, what is left". It used to be really called a time of waste. Completely messing around with a passable attitude.

And now, he has cultivated immortals and become a real person, and he feels that he is a bit of a calf, but in the eyes of others, he is still a waste!

If he can't stand above that highest point, he will always be a waste in the eyes of the strong.

When will you be able to despise your enemies?

The faint sound of rustling came into his ears, and before Ji Danhuang could open his eyes to see what it was, someone stuffed a cucumber-thick tube into his mouth, which was stuffed deep in his throat, stabbing him so much that he almost didn't spit it out. Immediately afterward, streams of salty liquid were forced down his throat and slid down his esophagus into his stomach.

Ji Danhuang was startled, struggling to spit out the tube, but he stepped back half a minute, and the pipe followed forward for half a minute, not giving him any chance to break free at all.

me! What the hell is this!

Huang Menglin looked at Ji Danhuang with a wolf look, and couldn't help laughing: "Little Wang Badan, don't struggle, it's useless for you to struggle." I tell you, what I'm feeding you now is precious dragon blood, don't get cheap and sell it. I can tell you, you have to drink as much as you are fed, and if you waste a drop, be careful that I peel off your skin!"

Hearing the word "dragon blood", Ji Danhuang was shocked, and he was choked by the dragon's blood inadvertently, and then a viscous liquid squirted out of his nose.

Is it the blood of a real dragon? Could this have anything to do with Dragon Island in the East China Sea?

Thinking that this dragon blood might have been taken from the dragon clan on Dragon Island in the East China Sea, Ji Danhuang felt a panic. You must know that the Dragon Island of the East China Sea is protected by a legendary dragon god, if Huang Menglin even dares to hunt the dragon clan of the Dragon Island of the East China Sea, then if his master wants to save himself, won't the difficulty be greatly increased?

Myself...... Isn't there hopelessness?

Blinking vigorously, Ji Danhuang squeezed this ominous thought out of his mind. What kind of person is his master, that's a demigod! A demigod, is it possible that he will be afraid of Huang Menglin's death?

What a joke!

Among the Six Realms, the Dragon Clan is divided into many tribes, maybe this dragon blood was obtained by Huang Menglin from elsewhere! East China Sea Dragon Island, what a magical existence it is, it is more martial arts forbidden land than the martial arts forbidden land, even if he borrows Huang Menglin's 11,000 guts, I'm afraid he won't dare to go to the East China Sea Dragon Island to spread wild!

In this world, there may be many, many immortals, and there can be people who continue to cultivate into immortals. However, God belongs to a higher world, and even if he is only a demigod, he is definitely not born from the world in which he lives. (To be continued)