After dying young in her prime, the master of the Xuanmen sect, Yan Jiu, transmigrated to a parallel world and became an unfortunate soul whose luck had been stolen. She inexplicably bound herself ...
Lang Zongyi gripped the pen tightly in his hand.
He interrogated the merfolk to find out if the two merfolk captured by the Rose Cross were the traitors from back then.
Lang Zongyi believed that finding the traitor of the Merfolk would temporarily relieve the pain that had accumulated in his heart for many years.
In fact, it didn't work.
He's just deceiving himself.
The unbearable pain will still be like a rusty, dull knife, repeatedly cutting the bleeding wound and preventing it from healing.
He could not forget the bloody scene of that day.
The blood everywhere could always turn into invisible threads, tightly gripping his neck, making it difficult for him to even breathe.
Yan Jiu added, "I have many ways to get Senior Brother to talk about what he wants to know, such as soul searching."
A person's fate is easy to calculate.
Other races, however, do not have it so easy.
Want to know?
Soul-searching techniques are the best solution.
A ruthless glint flashed in Yan Jiu's eyes.
She didn't care much about the role the merfolk played; all she knew was that anything that caused her senior brother pain should be eliminated.
Lang Zongyi lowered his head.
He remained silent, lost in thought.
He should have reprimanded Yan Jiu for her dangerous ideas.
It should be noted that not everyone is suited for the Soul Searching Technique.
They were told they could not use torture in private.
But the thought of Yan Jiu standing up for him came to mind.
His heart, which had been tormented by regret for four years, was easily smoothed out.
Lang Zongyi feigned relief and shook his head, saying, "In the end, the Merfolk have also received their retribution."
Without realizing it.
Lang Zongyi tapped Yan Jiu's forehead with the tip of his pen, one tap after another.
Yan Jiu's ruthlessness was shattered.
She covered her forehead with both hands.
Puffing out his cheeks.
He accused Lang Zongyi with his eyes.
Lang Zongyi was slightly surprised.
Was he possessed just now?
Why do we subconsciously tap someone's forehead?
How childish!