Chapter 57 Father, you can't kill him
"I heard you wanted to see me." Jiu Ge straddled one leg on the chair that had been specially brought for him, looking languid.
Meng Ji: "Stop pretending, I know you want to destroy the Mirror of Origin."
Only those who have personally experienced the Mirror of Reversal know that it is actually a two-way valve, capable of reversing back to the past while also correcting everything. And if someone were to activate the valve again, everything from the past could be erased.
Now that the Demon King has broken through to a higher realm, he is invincible in the Three Realms. The only potential threat is this Taoist priest who once killed him.
But fate played a cruel trick on him. The Taoist priest was no longer the same as he had become, and now he held an even bigger bargaining chip in his hand. This time, he was capable of bringing about his utter destruction.
Jiuge tilted his head back slightly, a posture that looked down upon all living beings. Of course, he had the right to look down on others. "Of course I want to, but actually, it's not really necessary to destroy it. You can't beat me, and if I want you to die, it's just a matter of a thought."
Jiuge has been the Demon King for countless years. Power has long since corrupted him. Every bone in his body and every feature of his face carries an indescribable domineering aura. This domineering aura has not been worn down by his lazy figure. On the contrary, it reveals a kind of wildness.
He stood up, his tall figure completely enveloping Meng Ji, his eyes filled with arrogant confidence, "You can't escape at all, so why should I bother to crush an ant?"
Yes, in his eyes, this ant couldn't possibly escape his grasp.
Jiuge's words also accurately described the current situation.
In this airtight prison, the Demon King's oppressive aura swept over him, covering every corner of Meng Ji's body, and his thoughts were suddenly pulled back to the past.
"No matter how much they look down on me, she still has to obediently lie under me."
"Yes, I am ugly, but so what? I still have a beautiful wife. She has to bear my children, and you, you little beast, have to listen to me."
"Tell that bitch she has to listen to me, or I'll chop you up and send you to her."
Adult men, especially those accustomed to rough work, rely entirely on their strength rather than their intelligence. Being a groom is no easy job, especially for grooms from aristocratic families. They have to cut countless kilograms of hay and use their own flesh and blood to tame proud and unruly wild horses.
During the day, they do physical labor, and at night they fall asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow. Even taking a bath requires willpower. Of course, that's for people who pay attention to their appearance. Most people, like Mengji's father, don't take a bath for more than ten days.
The pungent, even acrid smell assaulted his senses, making him instinctively want to flee. But Meng Ji couldn't escape; his body was being brutally pressed to the ground and ground into the ground, with a long slash across his neck.
At that moment, he felt immense empathy for the Qiao family and was even amazed by the rare moments of tenderness they showed.
She didn't run away; it was all for him.
A strange glint flashed in Meng Ji's eyes, but then he was grabbed by the collar and pulled up. Jiu Ge stared at him and said, "Not only do I not want to kill you, but I also want to recruit you. Those self-proclaimed righteous cultivators only transferred you here because they want to see you die. They are just trying to gain fame and fortune. Why don't you switch sides and join me?"
"I can give you everything you want. If you obey me, I can make you a person second only to the Demon King in the Demon Realm."
The Demon King was naturally different from the lowest-ranking coachman. His aura was strong and domineering, not unpleasant, but it still disgusted Meng Ji.
Even though his thoughts hadn't been verified, Meng Ji still turned his head away in disgust, "What if I say no?"
Jiuge laughed in anger, seemingly seeing someone so fearless for the first time. He coldly lifted the man up, even deliberately using the man's collar to lock his throat. Looking at the man's bulging veins due to blood engorgement, he finally couldn't help but look up and laugh.
In that instant, Meng Ji lowered his chin toward the direction of the Adam's apple and slammed it hard into the hand gripping his collar. Seeing the other party release his grip in pain, he immediately slammed his free fist into the other's. With a "bang," Jiu Ge clutched his abdomen.
This simple yet brutal fighting style instantly ignited Jiuge's fighting spirit. He gritted his teeth, swallowed the blood surging in his stomach, spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, and kicked Meng Ji's leg bone directly. "Bang!" An even louder sound rang out, and Meng Ji's legs sank directly into the ground, kicking up countless clouds of dust.
Then Jiuge lunged forward like a wolf, a gust of wind swept past, and Mengji rolled to the side with his head tilted to the side. The two then began to fight bare-handed.
The Demon King was enormous, and with the strength of his entire body, he overpowered Meng Ji, then unleashed a barrage of punches, each one aimed to kill.
Meng Ji groaned in pain, and with lightning speed, kicked out with both legs, striking Jiu Ge squarely in the stomach. The abdomen is soft and extremely vulnerable, even to humans and animals, and this kick was so powerful that it should have knocked someone unconscious from the pain.
But this was, after all, a demon king, whose strength and magic coexisted, and whose body had long been forged into steel plates. With this kick, a cracking sound rang out, and Meng Ji's legs were bent backward. The pain from bone to tendon instantly swept through his entire body, but Meng Ji took advantage of this position, while Jiu Ge was in pain, and raised his hand to strike him hard on the back of the neck. With a "bang," Jiu Ge's neck and collarbone caved in.
"You bastard!" Jiuge's eyes were bloodshot, and he stood up in a rage. He then dragged Mengji up and slammed him hard to the ground. This action made Mengji, who was already seriously injured, even worse. But Jiuge was not satisfied. His eyes turned bloodshot, and his ten fingertips instantly transformed into sharp claws. He ripped them out of Mengji's chest, and the claws dug into his flesh. With a fierce tug, he tore off a large piece of flesh.
"Hehe." Jiuge grabbed Meng Ji by the throat and laughed. Blood dripped from his strong brow bone, staining his features with a deep murderous intent and evil aura. Then he shook his head violently, swatting the flowing blood aside, and slapped Meng Ji's face repeatedly with his rough hands. "You do have some skills, but you're still too young."
"Heh, it's still uncertain who will emerge victorious." Meng Ji was pinned to the ground, coldly staring at him. The immense exertion had left him in a sorry state, his clothes torn to shreds by Jiu Ge's demonic claws, piercing through his flesh. He should have been weak and conserving his strength, but instead, his chest heaved violently, like a raging fire that hadn't yet subsided.
Meng Ji rarely behaves so irrationally; ultimately, he was just furious.
"Do you know where the last person who dared to be so arrogant is now?" Having not been injured for too long, Jiu Ge finally remembered his Demon King status amidst his raging anger. In the next instant, he lightly flicked his fingertip, and Godfall appeared in his palm.
Amidst the eerie green light, demonic fire roared forth.
call--
The grass rustled and swayed, creating waves of grass all around, then suddenly stopped.
Yao Jin stopped and frowned. "Didn't I come to ask you something?"
Why would I leave? It would be like running away.
Even if Yao Jin didn't want to admit it, she was indeed currently in a state of panicked flight. This realization was quite significant, and in an instant, Yao Jin's rebellious spirit surged again.
She pulled out her whip, turned back to the field, and walked away angrily.
When Yao Jin rushed out, she was on her last breath. But as she returned, that breath gradually dissipated with each step. The main reason was that she thought of that hot and powerful hand, which then burned from her waist and buttocks. She felt ashamed as if she were being cooked in fire.
He touched her. How dare he touch her?
No, he hit her.
But can this be called "fighting"?
In an instant, those memories flashed through Yao Jin's mind: the white flesh, the lewd laughter, all jumbled around like a fleeting glimpse, finally settling into one thought—closeness.
Then there was Jiu Ge's casual approach to her, which wasn't the same kind of intimacy, but the feeling they gave was completely different. But no matter what, their purpose was the same. In an instant, Yao Jin seemed to understand, as if she suddenly realized that the Demon King's closeness to her over the years was unusual.
But her "father" wouldn't lie to her.
So the problem lies with this Taoist priest.
He took advantage of me?!
Suddenly, a strange emotion surged up, catalyzing this shame and transforming it into oil in a boiling pot, which automatically combusted upon reaching its boiling point.
Bang bang bang!
Yao Jin's heart pounded like a drum, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes burned with a mixture of shame and rage. She stepped into the dungeon once more, but as soon as she entered, her pupils contracted sharply. "Father."
The dungeon was filled with the stench of death as fragments of blood and flesh mingled together. In a panic, Yao Jin grabbed Jiu Ge's arm and cried out, "Didn't Father promise to give him to me?!"
At this moment, Jiuge could not hear anything, or if he did hear it, he pretended not to hear it. He was holding the Divine Meteorite, which could turn the entire dungeon into ashes, and he was about to smash it down in the next second.
Driven by rage, Yao Jin was both shocked and terrified, trembling all over, yet she still rushed forward, pulling at him, crying, "Father, Father!"
Jiuge suddenly turned around, her eyes filled with red, like an unintelligent wild beast, or a monster devoid of emotion.
His voice was cold and menacing, like a storm brewing: "Are you going to disobey me?"
Yao Jin was so frightened that he took a step back, but out of the corner of his eye, he unexpectedly saw Meng Ji lying on the ground.
His face was pale, his arms and legs hung limply at his sides, and he lay on the ground like a tattered piece of white paper. Without a closer look at his weakly rising and falling chest, one might mistake him for a corpse.
But no, the corpse's face wouldn't have that unpleasant expression.
It was an expression that couldn't be hidden; his brows were slightly furrowed, and his lips were tightly pursed. Even such a commotion couldn't attract his attention, as if he was resisting something, or as if he was venting his anger with pent-up resentment.
In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through her mind, her heart pounded wildly, and she immediately knelt down, desperately trying to grab Jiuge's hand. Her hand trembled, and the instinct to defy her bloodline made her breathless with pain. She could only grit her teeth and say, "I dare not."
What Yao Jin didn't notice was that when her hand touched Jiu Ge again, Meng Ji's resentment was palpable, which then turned into a cold gaze as he stared at Jiu Ge.
“Father, you can’t kill him.” Yao Jin’s dark eyes moved slightly, the movement so rapid and subtle that even his eyelashes seemed to flutter. “Didn’t you promise…”
Before he could finish speaking, with a loud bang, Yao Jin was kicked away.
Jiuge withdrew her leg, staring at her coldly and ruthlessly, "I can do whatever I want. Giving it to you is a favor, and if I don't, you shouldn't force me to."
With a "plop," Yao Jin vomited several mouthfuls of blood, clutching his abdomen in pain and unable to speak.
Suddenly, Meng Ji sprang up from the ground, facing him directly, shouting, "I'll kill you!"
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