As the most outstanding anti-drug police officer in China in her previous life, Qin Qianluo tragically died at the age of twenty-five during an undercover mission. She accidentally activated a dorm...
It won't be as merciful as I am; next time, it won't be such a simple matter.
Her voice was icy cold, as if the temperature in the room had dropped several degrees, each word like a heavy hammer blow.
With immense force, it struck Youjin's heart hard, making him clearly realize that he had no power to resist and could only obediently submit.
At this moment, Youjin was like a vicious wolf caught in sharp claws and with its fangs pulled out. Its previous arrogant and domineering aura vanished without a trace, like remnants of clouds swept away by a whirlwind.
Instead, a surge of fear and regret overwhelmed me.
A wave of intense, almost suffocating fear washed over him like a surging, unstoppable tide, relentlessly engulfing him.
The power was so strong that it almost completely engulfed him.
He finally woke up from his dream and belatedly realized his current predicament.
Like a trapped beast in an airtight, sturdy cage, no matter how much it struggles, it cannot escape and has no chance of getting away.
The copper coin whip in Yu Ji's hand, made of carefully polished and strung copper coins, exudes a powerful, ancient, and mysterious force.
Each copper coin gleams with a cool and profound luster, as if quietly telling the story of the extraordinary power and influence accumulated over the years.
That power was like a giant beast slumbering in the abyss of darkness, which could be awakened and unleashed in an instant with just a gentle touch.
May his soul vanish like a flickering candle in the wind, disappearing in an instant, turning to ashes, completely erasing him from this world without leaving a trace.
The Emperor saw You Jin looking dejected and terrified, like a stray dog.
In his eyes, which had been shrouded in gloom due to long-term worry, anger, and grief, a faint light of relief, mixed with complex emotions, flashed.
It was as if, after enduring a long and agonizing ordeal in an endless, dark, and unfathomable abyss, one finally glimpsed a tiny, yet incredibly precious, ray of hope.
Although this glimmer of light seemed faint, it was enough to bring him a sliver of comfort and a possibility of relief in this long and hopeless darkness.
It brought a long-lost warmth to his heart, which had been shrouded in gloom.
The Empress and the Second Princess witnessed this dramatic and exhilarating scene, and the long-suppressed, heavy burden in their hearts was lifted.
As if dissipating along with the arrogant aura of the Ghostly Ashes, the furrowed brows, originally furrowed with grief and anger, now relaxed slightly.
His expression was no longer as suffocatingly solemn as before, as if the boulder weighing on his heart had finally been lifted a little.
Next, Youjin, like a lamb that had been completely tamed and lost its will to resist, completely learned its lesson.
Faced with the barrage of questions from the crowd, he dared not conceal anything, hesitate, or resist in the slightest.
He answered each question with trepidation and honesty, as if he were afraid that the slightest mistake would bring immediate disaster upon himself.
I only hope to find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.
When everyone learned that this heretical sect was actually called Shouzhuo, Yu Ji's eyes instantly became extremely complex and profound, her gaze like a bottomless pool.
It is a mixture of surprise, emotion, regret, and reminiscence of the past.
She clearly remembered that her master had once mentioned this person to her with a serious expression and a heavy tone.
Shouzhuo was a gifted but eccentric and cruel disciple in his sect.
His heart seemed to be corrupted by darkness, devoid of any reverence or gratitude, and he actually committed the heinous act of harming his master, an act that was intolerable to both heaven and earth.
Then, like a stray dog, he deserted his master and disappeared from the martial arts world, as if he had vanished into thin air.
Who could have imagined that, many years later, he would actually master a terrifying and extremely evil art?
With this evil magic, they acted recklessly and wickedly in the world, causing turmoil and unrest, and bringing suffering to the people.
Yu Ji sighed inwardly, thinking that this person's comprehension in the path of cultivation was truly extraordinary, like a bright pearl that should have shone brightly, but had gone astray.
If he had been able to abandon his distracting thoughts, focus on doing good, and dedicate himself to cultivation, with his extraordinary talent, his future achievements would probably not have been any less than those of his master.
He may even become a grandmaster, leading the righteous path to glory and bringing light and peace to the world.
However, now everything has vanished, leaving only endless regret and lament.