Looking at all the eunuchs, big and small, on the blue planet, which one of them can have a smiling face every day? Almost all of them are depressed. Why? It’s because they are incomplete.

Yang Zhen has this feeling now, even his pants feel cold. The most important thing now is not to get rid of the eternal infamy, but to find a way to replenish his soul.

After hearing what Yang Zhen said, Jianmao looked at Yang Zhen blankly and said, "Boy, what's with that expression on your face? Are you regretting it? Why didn't I see you look so dejected just now?"

Yang Zhen was furious, glared at the bitch cat and said, "Damn it, you're not the one whose emotions are incomplete, you bastard. How about I give you a small operation and try it?"

The mean cat was stunned, and when he saw Yang Zhen's gaze, his fur stood up: "Fuck, why do you look so evil?"

Yang Zhen laughed and stared at the mean cat, which was so frightened that he rushed out with a whoosh: "I am warning you, don't mess around. I am actually very powerful and can slap you away with just one slap."

Saoji gloated on the side: "Bragging!"

The bitch cat was furious and kicked the bitch: "What's your business, you bitch!"

The two guys started fighting over a disagreement, and Yang Zhen kicked them: "Calm down for a while, bitch cat, tell me how can I get my soul back?"

The mean cat pouted and said, "It's not impossible to make up for it. If you raise your realm to the Great Sage level in three years, you can use the Holy Law to make up for your soul!"

"Shit!" Yang Zhen glared, and suddenly remembered something: "Why didn't the Three Flowers Saint Lady replenish her soul by herself, and had to make the Three Flowers Return to Their Positions? How troublesome it is?"

"What do you know?" The mean cat looked unfathomable. "Although the divine method can be used to complete the soul, it is not as perfect as the return of the three flowers. When you reach the great sage realm, everything is based on cause and effect. You have changed the cause and effect of the Three Flowers Saint. You'd better find a deserted place to hide. Otherwise, once the Three Flowers Saint is fully resurrected, you will definitely be the first one to settle the score."

Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, "She has to be resurrected first. We can talk about the future later. This Sao Saint has a lot of troubles right now, so I don't care about this one more thing. Three years of cultivation to the Great Saint realm is too long for this Sao Saint. Is there any simple and quick way, such as eating something?"

The mean cat looked at Yang Zhen in bewilderment, and shook his head after a long while, "How could I know a whimsical guy like you? Just eat something, and it will be fine. Do you think your soul is fat meat that can be replenished by eating some good food?"

"No?" Yang Zhen was stunned: "Damn, this is a bit troublesome."

"No!" The mean cat shook his head like a rattle: "Don't ask, I really don't have any!"

"Yes!" Saoji was tidying up its feathers that were never neatly arranged, and suddenly blurted out a word.

The face of the mean cat changed drastically when he heard it, and he rushed over to hug the chicken's mouth, and said to Yang Zhen: "The child is just talking nonsense, kid, don't take it seriously."

After saying that, Bitch Cat turned around and glared at Saoji fiercely, and said viciously: "Damn it, Saoji, you bastard, what nonsense are you talking about? Do you want to kill me?"

"Three years!" Saoji could actually speak ventriloquism. Hearing this, Jianmao was shocked. He looked at Saoji in amazement and said through gritted teeth, "Tell the truth, you bastard. Who the hell are you? Why do you know a little bit of everything?"

Sao Ji's meaning was very clear. Even if Yang Zhen was not killed now, Yang Zhen would not live more than three years.

Yang Zhen walked forward, his hands clenched and cracked, and he said word by word: "Bitch...cat..."

“Aha!” The mean cat jumped three feet high, looking at Yang Zhen with an expression of great joy today: “What’s with that expression on your face, kid? Why are you looking at me like that? I remember now, there is indeed such a thing, and eating it can replenish your soul, but…”

"But what?" Yang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief: "It's OK if there is one. Tell me quickly and I will let you make amends for your mistake."

The mean cat curled his lips and said, "Although the treasure of heaven and earth is magical, it can't make up your soul out of thin air. Even if it does, it's just a facade. It can only increase your lifespan a little. After all, your soul is dissipated, not shrunk."

Yang Zhen was stunned and said hurriedly: "Wait a minute!"

At this moment, the soul in Yang Zhen's body was indeed like an apple that had been eaten half by a dog. At first glance, Yang Zhen felt a dull pain in his testicles.

The next moment, Yang Zhen suddenly burst into laughter, making Bitch Cat and Slutty Chicken look at each other in bewilderment.

"Boy, what are you laughing at?" The mean cat asked Yang Zhen with curiosity.

"This Saint is indeed blessed by heaven!" Yang Zhen was delighted, and he pulled the whiskers on the face of the mean cat and said, "You just said, shrinkage?"

"Yeah, shrink, can you please let me go first? It hurts."

Yang Zhen grabbed the cat and threw it into the sky with a whoosh sound. It went up hundreds of feet and scared the cat so much that it screamed, "This slutty saint can feel that those spirits have not disappeared. Just like you said, they have shrunk and are now wandering around in the body in a half-dead state."

"Wow wow wow, I'm so scared, hurry up and catch me... What? It didn't disappear?"

The mean cat fell to the ground with a thud, not even caring about the pain. He climbed up and looked at Yang Zhen in doubt, exclaiming, "What? How is this possible? It didn't disappear?"

"It didn't disappear, it definitely didn't disappear!" Yang Zhen was very proud.

The mean cat had confused eyes and muttered to himself.

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"Impossible, how could this happen, damn, what kind of monster are you?"

"This is called a gifted talent, you know nothing!" Yang Zhen couldn't hide the smug look on his face, and he didn't want to hide it either. Even his posture of running away became arrogant.

"Damn, who is that guy in front? He is so arrogant even when running away?" A group of monks behind him looked at each other.

"It was that bastard Yang Zhen who actually broke the shackles of heaven and earth. Now that the heaven and earth near the forbidden land of life are collapsing, everyone is running for their lives at the fastest speed in their lives."

"Although the guy in front ran arrogantly, he was really fast. Is this the body movement he practiced? It's... too arrogant, but his speed is really fast enough."

"What kind of physical skills require you to run so arrogantly? Aren't you afraid of getting beaten?"

"You run so fast, even if you want to fight, can you catch up with him?"

"As expected, you have the capital to be so arrogant. Stop talking and quickly go find that bastard Yang Zhen. Once we are out of the scope of the Forbidden Land of Life, there will definitely be seniors who will organize and find Yang Zhen to question him. Everyone, let's run for our lives."

…

The mean cat followed Yang Zhen all the way, with a look of surprise on his face, and kept muttering to himself: "Damn, what a monster!"

Yang Zhen glanced at the mean cat and said, "I'll study what kind of monster this slutty saint is later. You haven't told this slutty saint what to eat to replenish the soul!"

The mean cat was stunned when he heard this, then he laughed strangely and said with a playful look on his face: "Boy, let's talk about this later. Now let's talk about that little girl Dao Chi. What do you think of her?"

"Little Taoist idiot?" Yang Zhen was stunned and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with her?"

(End of this chapter)